flocks, Antrona on the sea, and Pteleum green With herbage—over these while yet he lived The brave Protesilaüs ruled; but now The dark earth covered him, and for his sake His consort, desolate in Phylacè, Tore her fair cheeks, and all unfinished stood His palace, for a Dardan warrior slew Her husband as he leaped upon the land, The foremost of the Achaians. Yet his troops Were not without a leader, though they mourned Their brave old chief. Podarces, loved by Mars— Son of Iphiclus, rich in flocks, who sprang From Phylacus—led them and formed their ranks. A younger brother of the slain was he. The slain was braver. Though the warriors grieved To lose their glorious chief, they did not lack A general. Forty dark ships followed him.
Then they who dwelt in Pherae, by the lake Boebeis, and in Boebe, Glaphyrae, And nobly built Iolchos, came to Troy, Filling eleven galleys, and obeyed Eumelus, whom Alcestis the divine Bore to Admetus—fairest, she, of all The house of Pelias and of womankind.