In armor by the river-side to sleep. Meantime the brave Epeians stood around The city, resolute to lay it waste. But first was to be done a mighty work Of war; for as the glorious sun appeared Above the earth we dashed against the foe, Praying to Jove and Pallas. When the fight Between the Eleans and the Pylean host Was just begun, I slew a youthful chief⁠— Mulius⁠—and bore away his firm-paced steeds. The fair-haired Agamedé, eldest-born Of King Augeias’ daughters, was his spouse; And well to her each healing herb was known That springs from the great earth. As he drew near, I smote him with my brazen lance: he fell To earth: I sprang into his car, and stood Among the foremost warriors; while, around, The brave Epeians, as they saw him fall⁠— The leader of their knights, their mightiest In battle⁠—turned and, panic-stricken, fled, Each his own way. I followed on their flight Like a black tempest; fifty cars I took, And from each car I dashed two warriors down, Pierced by my spear. And now I should have slain