He spake; and Nestor, the Gerenian knight, Complied. The two attendants, valiant men⁠— Sthenelus and the good Eurymedon⁠— Took charge of Nestor’s steeds. The chieftains climbed The car of Diomed, and Nestor took Into his hand the embroidered reins and lashed The horses with the scourge. They quickly came To Hector. As the Trojan hastened on, The son of Tydeus hurled a spear; it missed, But spared not Eniopeus, him who held The reins, the hero’s charioteer, and son Of brave Thebaeus. In the breast between The paps it smote him; from the car he fell, And the swift horses started back; his soul And strength passed from him. Hector bitterly Grieved for his death, yet left him where he fell, And sought another fitting charioteer. Nor had the fiery coursers long to wait A guide, for valiant Archeptolemus, The son of Iphitus, was near at hand. And him he caused to mount the chariot drawn By his fleet steeds, and gave his hand the reins.