Before it; and illustrious Hector sprang Into the camp. His look was stern as night; And terribly the brazen armor gleamed That swathed him. With two spears in hand he came, And none except the gods⁠—when once his foot Was on the ground⁠—could stand before his might. His eyes shot fire, and, turning to his men, He bade them mount the wall; and they obeyed: Some o’er the wall, some through the sculptured gate, Poured in. The Achaians to their roomy ships Fled, and a fearful uproar filled the air.