He spake; and Glaucus not unwillingly Heard and obeyed. Right on the warriors pressed, Leading the Lycian host. Menestheus, son Of Peteus, saw, and trembled; for they came With evil menace toward his tower. He looked Along the Grecian lines in hope to see Some chieftain there whose ready help might save His comrades from their danger. He beheld The rulers Ajax, never tired of war, Standing with Teucer, who just then had left His tent; and yet they could not hear his shout, So fearful was the din that rose to heaven From all the shields, and crested helms, and gates, Smitten with missiles⁠—for at all the gates The Lycians thundered, struggling hard to break A passage through them. Then Menestheus called A herald near, and bade Thoötes bear A message to the leaders Ajax, thus:⁠—