The Greeks saw Hector leave the field, and pressed The foe more hotly, and bethought themselves Of their old valor. Then the swift of foot, Oilean Ajax, darted to the van, And with his fir-tree spear smote Satnius, son Of Enops, whom a Naiad eminent For beauty among all the nymphs brought forth To Enops, when on Satnio’s banks he kept His flocks. Oileus’ son, expert to wield The spear, drew near, and pierced him in the flank. Prostrate he fell, and suddenly the Greeks And Trojans gathered round in desperate fray. Polydamas, the mighty spearman, son Of Panthoüs, coming to avenge him, smote On the right shoulder Prothoenor, son Of Areilochus. The pitiless spear Passed through, and falling in the dust he grasped The earth with dying hands. Polydamas Shouted aloud, exulting over him:—
“Not vainly, as I think, hath flown the spear From the strong hand of the magnanimous son Of Panthoüs. Some Achaian hath received The weapon in his side, to lean upon In going down to Pluto’s dim abode.”
He spake; the Achaians