As thus he spake he plucked from out the bank His brazen spear, and left the lifeless chief Stretched in the sand, where the dark water steeped His limbs, and eels and fishes came and gnawed The warrior’s reins. Achilles hastened on, Pursuing the Pseonian knights, who now, When they beheld their bravest overthrown In desperate battle by the mighty arm And falchion of Pelides, took to flight Along the eddying river. There he slew Mydon, Thersilochus, Astypylus, Mnesus, and Thrasius, and struck down in death Aenius and Ophelestes. Many more Of the Pseonians the swift-footed Greek Had slain, had not the eddying River, roused To anger, put a human semblance on, And uttered from its whirling deeps a voice:⁠—