He spake; and at his words Aeneas felt His courage rise. Impatient for the fight, He went to meet Idomeneus; yet fear Fell not upon the Greek as if he were A puny boy: he stood and kept his ground. As, when a mountain boar, unterrified, Waits in the wilderness the hunter-crew, That come with mighty din, his bristly back Rises, his eyes shoot fire, he whets his tusks, And fiercely keeps both dogs and men at bay⁠— So did Idomeneus, expert to wield The spear, await Aeneas hastening on With fury. Not a backward step he made, But called upon his warrior-friends aloud, Looking at Aphareus, Ascalaphus, Deipyrus, Meriones, and last Antilochus, all skilled in arts of war, And thus exhorted them with wingèd words:⁠—