And then did Teucer send another shaft At Hector, eager still to smite. It missed Its aim again, for Phoebus turned aside The arrow, but it struck the charioteer Of Hector, Archeptolemus the brave, When rushing to the fight, and pierced his breast Close to the nipple; from the car he fell, The swift steeds started back, and from his limbs The life and strength departed. A deep grief For his slain charioteer came darkly o’er The mind of Hector, yet, though sorrowing, He left him where he fell, and straightway called Cebriones, his brother, who was near, To mount and take the reins. Cebriones Heard and obeyed. Then from the shining car Leaped Hector with a mighty cry, and seized A ponderous stone, and, bent to crush him, ran At Teucer, who had from his quiver drawn One of his sharpest arrows, placing it Upon the bowstring. As he drew the bow, The strong-armed Hector hurled the jagged stone, And smote him near the shoulder, where the neck And breast are sundered by the collar bone⁠— A fatal spot. The bowstring brake; the arm