He ended, and the Greeks were vexed to hear His boast; the brave Peneleus most of all Was angered, and he rushed on Acamas, Who waited not the onset of the king, And in his stead was Ilioneus slain, The son of Phorbas, who was rich in flocks, Whom Mercury, of all the sons of Troy, Loved most, and gave him ample wealth; his wife Brought Ilioneus forth, and only him; And him Peneleus smote beneath the brow In the eye’s socket, forcing out the ball; The spear passed through, and reappeared behind. Down sat the wounded man with arms outstretched, While, drawing his sharp sword, Peneleus smote The middle of his neck, and lopped away The helmèd head, which fell upon the ground, The spear still in the eye. He lifted it As one would lift a poppy up, and thus He shouted, boasting, to the Trojan host:⁠—