He spake: the Trojan chief, dismayed to hear The warning of the god, withdrew among The crowded ranks. Meantime Achilles sprang Upon the Trojans with a terrible cry, And slew a leader of the host, the brave Iphition, whom a Naiad, at the foot Of snowy Tmolus, in the opulent vale Of Hyda, bore to the great conqueror Of towns, Otrynteus. As he came in haste, The noble son of Peleus with his spear Smote him upon the forehead in the midst, And cleft the head in two. He fell; his arms Clashed, and Achilles boasted o’er him thus:⁠—

“Son of Otrynteus, terrible in arms, Thou art brought low; thou meetest here thy death, Though thou wert born by the Gygaean lake Where lie, by fishy Hyllus and the stream Of eddying Hermus, thy paternal fields.”