seen, Save Memnon. When into the wooden steed, Framed by Epeius, we the chiefs of Greece Ascended, and to me was given the charge Of all things there, to open and to shut The close-built fraud, while others of high rank Among the Greeks were wiping off their tears, And their limbs shook, I never saw thy son Turn pale in his fine face, or brush away A tear, but he besought me earnestly That he might leave our hiding-place, and grasped His falchion’s hilt, and lifted up his spear Heavy with brass, for in his mind he smote The Trojan crowd already. When at last We had o’erthrown and sacked the lofty town Of Priam, he embarked upon a ship, With all his share of spoil—a large reward— Unhurt, not touched in combat hand to hand, Nor wounded from afar, as oftentimes Must be the fortune of a fight, for Mars Is wont to rage without regard to men.’
“I spake. The soul of swift Aeacides Over the meadows thick with asphodel Departed with long strides, well pleased to hear From me the story of his son’s renown.
“The other ghosts of those who lay in death Stood sorrowing by, and each one told his griefs; But that of