He ceased; but white-armed Juno answered not. And now into the sea the sun’s bright light Went down, and o’er the foodful earth was drawn Night’s shadow. Most unwillingly the sons Of Troy beheld the sunset. To the Greeks Eagerly wished the welcome darkness came.

Then from the fleet illustrious Hector led The Trojans, and beside the eddying stream, In a clear space uncumbered by the slain, Held council. There, alighting from their cars, They listened to the words that Hector spake⁠— Hector, beloved of Jove. He held a spear, In length eleven cubits, with a blade Of glittering brass, bound with a ring of gold. On this he leaned, and spake these wingèd words:⁠—