bashful maid, as once She sought the upper palace-rooms. Their ships Were thirty, ranged in order on the shore.
Then Schedius and Epistrophus, two chiefs Born to Iphitus, son of Naubolus The large of soul, led the Phocean host, Those who in Cyparissus had their homes, In Panopè and Crissa the divine And Daulis, or about Hyampolis Anemoreia, and upon the banks of broad Cephissus, and with them the race Who held Lilaea by Cephissus’ springs. With these came forty ships. Their leaders went Among them, ranging them in due array And close to the Boeotians on the left.
Ajax the swift of foot, Oileus’ son, Was leader of the Locrians—less in limb And stature than the other Ajax—nay, Much smaller than that son of Telamon, Wearing a linen corselet; but to wield The spear he far excelled all other men Of Hellas and Achaia. Those who dwelt In Cynus, Opus, Bessa, and the fields Of Scarpha and Calliarus and green Augeia, Tarpha, and the meadows where Boagrius waters Thronium, followed him With forty dark-hulled Locrian barques, that came From coasts beyond Eubrea’s sacred isle.