Then all, with their stout bucklers of bull’s-hide Adjusted to each other, bravely marched Against the Greeks, who, as they deemed, must fly Before them, and must fall by their black ships. Then all the other Trojans, and the allies From foreign shores, obeyed the counsel given By good Polydamas; but Asius, son Of Hyrtacus, and prince of men, chose not To leave his chariot and his charioteer, But drave with them against the roomy ships. Vain youth!⁠—he was not destined to return, Borne by his steeds and chariot, from the fleet, And from the fate he braved, to wind-swept Troy. His evil fate o’ertook him from the spear Of great Idomeneus, Deucalion’s son; For toward the galleys moored upon the left He hastened by the way in which the Greeks, With steeds and cars, retreated from the plain. Thither he drave his coursers; there he found The gates not closed, nor the long bar across, But warriors held them open to receive In safety their companions as they fled From battle to the fleet. Exultingly He turned his coursers thither, and his men