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Translation by Ian Johnston

Book Fifteen
The Battle at the Ships

[Trojans are being driven in retreat; Zeus wakes up on Ida, turns on Hera;  Zeus instructs Hera to send Iris and Apollo to him; Hera returns to Olympus, gets Ares angry at Zeus; Athena restrains Ares; Iris and Apollo go to Zeus on Ida; Iris goes to Poseidon with Zeus' orders; Poseidon's resentment of Zeus; Poseidon withdraws from battle; Zeus sends Apollo to Hector; Apollo helps Hector recover; the battle starts again with Apollo leading the Trojans and pushing the Achaeans back; Apollo knocks down the wall and fills in the ditch; the armies fight around the ships; Ajax plays a leading role in defending the Achaeans; Hector seizes the stern of a ship, but Ajax holds Achaeans off with a long pike]


Trojans, in full retreat, passed the wall and ditch,
with many slaughtered by Danaans.  Then they stopped,
regrouping by their chariots, pale with fear, terrified.
At that point Zeus, lying on the peaks of Ida 
alongside Hera of the golden throne, woke up.
He stood up quickly, looked at Trojans and Achaeans,
saw Trojans running off with Argives driving them
from the back, among them god Poseidon.
He saw Hector lying on the plain, his companions
sitting round him.  Hector was gagging painfully,                                    10         [10]
dazed and vomiting blood.  The warrior who'd struck him
was not the weakest of Achaeans.  Watching him,
the father of gods and men pitied Hector.
Looking at Hera with a fearful scowl, Zeus said:

"You're impossible to deal with, Hera,
devising such deceitful tricks to get
lord Hector from the fight and make the army
run away.  But I think you may be the first
to get rewarded for your wretched scheme,
when I  flog you with my whip.  Don't you recall                           20
the time I strung you up on high, putting
two anvils on your feet, tying your wrists
with unbreakable gold rope?  You hung there,                                        [20]
in the air among the clouds.  Other gods,
all through Olympus, were very anxious,
but just stood there, unable to untie you.
If I'd caught one trying, I'd have grabbed him,
tossed him from the threshold so he hit ground,
his strength all gone.  But even with all that,
I couldn't ease the constant pain I felt                                           30
for god-like Hercules.  You and North Wind
drove him with storm blasts over restless seas.
Your evil scheming later carried him
to well-settled Cos.  I rescued him from there
and brought him back to horse-breeding Argos,                                      [30]
but only after he'd endured too much.
I'll remind you of these things once more,
so you'll stop your malicious trickery,
so you'll see the advantages you get
from this seduction, this couch where you lay                               40
to have sex with me, once you'd come from the gods
intending to deceive me."

                                         Zeus spoke.  Ox-eyed queen Hera
trembled as she answeredher words had wings:

"Let earth and wide heaven above be witnesses,
with the flowing waters of the river Styx,
on which the most binding, most fearful oaths
are made by blessed godslet your sacred head,
our marriage bed as well, stand witnesses,
things on which I'd never swear untruthfully                                         [40]
the harm that Earthshaker Poseidon did                                       50
to Hector and the Trojans, to help the Argives
in all that I had no part.  His own heart
pushed and drove him on.  He saw Achaeans
being beaten by their ships and pitied them.
I'd not advise him to go against you,
lord of the dark cloud, but to follow you,
wherever you might lead."

                                                                 Hera finished.
The father of gods and men smiled and then replied
his words had wings:

                                           "Ox-eyed queen Hera,
if from now on you and I were of one mind,                                 60
as you took your seat among immortals,                                                 [50]
then, no matter how much Poseidon's views
differed from our own, he'd quickly bring them 
into line with yours and mine.  If you're being frank,
speaking the truth, go now to that group of gods,
and order Iris to come here with Apollo,
the famous archer, so she may visit
bronze-armed Achaean soldiers and instruct
lord Poseidon to stop fighting and return
to his own house.  And Phoebus Apollo,                                      70 
after reviving Hector for the fight, 
will breathe new strength into him.  He'll forget                                     [60]
that pain which now weighs down his spirit.
He'll drive Achaeans back a second time,
once he's turned them into cowards.  They'll run
back to Achilles' ships with many oars.
The son of Peleus will send out his companion,
Patroclus, whom glorious Hector will then kill
in a spear fight right in front of Ilion,
after many other young men have gone down,                              80
killed by Patroclus, including my own son,
godlike Sarpedon.  Then, in his anger
at Patroclus' death, godlike Achilles
will slaughter Hector.  From that moment on,
I'll make the Trojans steadily fall back,
leaving the ships, until Achaeans take                                                    [70]
steep Ilion, with Athena's guidance.
Until that time, I'll not restrain my anger,
nor let any other immortal god
assist Achaeans here, not before                                                   90
Achilles' wishes have been carried out,
as I first promised, nodding my assent, 
that day when goddess Thetis held my knee,
and begged me to bring honour to Achilles,
destroyer of cities."

                                               Zeus finished speaking.
White-armed goddess Hera obeyed, leaving
Mount Ida for high Olympus.  Just as the mind
races in a man who's voyaged to many lands,                                                   [80]
when in his fertile head he recalls everything,
and thinks "I wish I were here!  I wish I were there!"                        100
that's how fast queen Hera hurried in her eagerness.
Reaching steep Olympus, she found immortal gods
together at Zeus' palace in a meeting.
Seeing her, they all stood up, offering her
their cups in welcome.  Ignoring all the others,
Hera took the cup of fair-cheeked Themis, the first
who came running up to meet her.  Themis spoke to her
her words had wings:

                           "Hera, why have you come?                                         [90]
You look upset.  Perhaps your husband,
the son of Cronos, has frightened you?"                                       110

Ox-eyed queen Hera then replied:

                                                      "Goddess Themis,
don't question me like this.  You know his moods,
how he can be so harsh and overbearing.
You should start the communal banquet now,
here in the palace.  You'll learn about these things
when all the immortals dothe evil plans
Zeus is proposing, something, in my view,
which won't please all hearts alike, in gods or men,
although some may still enjoy our feast."

Hera finished speaking. Then she sat down.                                          120          [100]
In Zeus' palace gods were angry.  Hera's lips smiled,
but above her dark eyebrows her forehead frowned.
Irritated with them all, Hera then burst out:

"What fools we are to get incensed at Zeus
so stupidly!  We're still keen to get close to him,
so we can hold him back with words or force.
But he sits there, all by himself, without a care,
without a worry, claiming he's supreme
among immortal gods, manifestly so,
for strength and power.  So you just accept                                  130 
whatever trouble he sends each of you.
In fact, I think bad trouble has now come                                               [110]
to Aresin that fight his son's been killed,
his favourite man, Ascalaphus, whom Ares,
mighty war god, acknowledges as his."

Hera finished.  Striking his sturdy thighs
with the flat of his hands, grieving Ares burst out:

"Don't blame me, you dwellers on Olympus,
if I go down now to Achaean ships,
to avenge my son's slaughter, even if                                            140
it's my fate to be struck by Zeus' lighting,
to lie there with the dead in blood and dust."

Ares finished.  Then he told Terror and Flight
to harness his horses, while he dressed himself                                                 [120]
in his glittering armour. Now, at that moment,
feelings between Zeus and other immortal gods
could have become much harsher, more incensed,
if Athena, fearing what might happen to the gods,
hadn't jumped from the throne where she'd been sitting,
rushed out the door, seized Ares' helmet from his head,                        150
grabbed the shield from off his shoulders and the spear
out of his mighty fist, and thrown them to one side.
Then with these words Athena went at raging Ares:

"You idiot!  Have you lost your mind, gone mad?
Do those ears of yours hear anything at all?
Where's your common sense or your discretion?
Did you not you get what Hera said just now,                                        [130]
the white-armed goddess who's come straight from Zeus?
Do you want a belly full of trouble,
forced to come back to Olympus, though in pain,                       160
sowing seeds of danger for the rest of us?
For Zeus will abandon men immediately
those proud Trojans and Achaeansand come here,
to Olympus, then start to go at us.
He'll lay his hands on each one of us in turn,
guilty or innocent.  So I'm telling you
set aside that anger for your son.
Better men with stronger hands than his
have already been destroyed and will be.                                                [140]
It's hard to keep the families and children                                    170
safe for everyone."

                                                       Athena finished.
Then she made angry Ares sit down on his throne.
Hera called Apollo from the house with Iris,
messenger for the immortal deities.
Hera addressed them bothher words had wings:

"Zeus is ordering you two to go to Ida,
as fast as possible.  Once you get there,
look in Zeus' face, and what he commands."

Having said this, queen Hera went inside the house,
sat on her throne.  Flying off in a rush, the two gods                                180          [150]
reached Ida with its many springs, mother of wild beasts.
They found all-seeing Zeus sitting on Gargarus, 
wrapped in a finely scented cloud.  The two approached,
came up, and stood there before cloud-gatherer Zeus.
Seeing them, Zeus felt no anger in his heart.  They'd been quick
obeying his dear wife.  Zeus spoke first to Iris
his words had wings:

                                            "Go now, swift Iris,
convey to lord Poseidon these instructions,
report it all preciselyhe's to stop,                                                         [160]
to leave the battle strife, and go away                                          190   
to the group of gods or to his sacred sea.
If he won't obey my orders and ignores them,
he should consider in his mind and heart
this pointno matter how mighty he may be,
he can't stand up to me if I attack him.
For I can say I'm stronger than he is,
more powerful.  And I'm the first born.
Yet his fond heart thinks it's all right to claim
equality with me, whom all others fear."

Zeus spoke.  Swift Iris, with feet like wind, obeyed.                              200
She set off from Mount Ida for sacred Ilion.
Just as snow or icy hail flies down from clouds, swept on                                 [170]
by gales from North Wind, child of the upper sky,
that's how quickly swift and eager Iris moved.
She stood close by the famous Earthshaker and said:

"A message for you, Encircler of Earth,
dark-haired godI've brought it here from Zeus,
who holds the aegis.  He orders you to stop,
to leave the battle strife.  You're to go away,
to the crowd of gods or to your sacred sea.                                  210
If you ignore and disobey his orders,
he threatens you he'll come in person,
to stand in war against you.  And Zeus says
you should avoid his hands, asserting                                                     [180]
he's a stronger god than you, more powerful,
and was born first.  Yet your fond heart
thinks nothing of claiming equality
with him, whom other gods all fear."

The famous Earthshaker, enraged, replied:     

                                                        "It's unjust!  
He may be best, but he speaks too proudly,                                 220
if he restrains me by force against my will,
for I'm as worthy of respect as he is.
We are three brothers, sons of Cronos,
born from RheaZeus, myself, and Hades,
third brother, ruler of the dead.  The whole world
was divided in three parts, and each of us 
received one share.  Once the lots were shaken,
I won the blue-gray sea as mine to live in                                               [190]
for ever.  Hades got the gloomy darkness,   
Zeus wide heaven, with the upper air and clouds.                       230
But earth and high Olympus still remained
to all of us in common.  So I won't go.
I won't follow Zeus' will.  Let him stay,
for all his strength, happy with his third.
Let him not try to scare me with the power
of his hands, as if I were some coward.
It would be better if he'd use his threats,
his bluster, on those sons and daughters
which he himself produced.  They, at least,   
will have to listen to his orders."                                                  240

Swift Iris, with feet like the wind, replied:                                                        [200]

"Dark-haired Earthshaker, is that the message
I'm to take from you to Zeus, these harsh,
defiant words?  Or will you change your mind?
For the finest hearts can change.  The Furies,
as you know, always serve the elder one."

Earthshaker Poseidon then said:

                                                 "Goddess Iris,
what you say is right.  It's commendable
when a messenger understands things well.      
But this business brings harsh pain into my heart,                       250 
my spirit, when deity whose share
is the same as mine and who's been given
a common destiny, wants to abuse me                                                    [210]
with angry words.  However, for now
I'll concede, for all my indignation.
But I'll tell youthis threat comes from my heart
if, despite me, Athena, goddess of spoils,
Hera and Hermes and lord Hephaestus,
Zeus spares steep Ilion, if he's unwilling          
to destroy it and to give great power                                            260
to the Argives, let him know that with us
an anger will arise that no one can appease."

With these words the Earthshaker left Achaean troops.
Going to the sea, he plunged in.  Achaeans troops
missed his presence there among them.

Cloud-gatherer Zeus then spoke to Apollo:                                                      [220]

                                                        "Dear Phoebus,
go down to bronze-armed Hector.  Poseidon,
who encircles and shakes the earth, has gone
back to the sacred sea and thus avoided
my harsh anger.  If he'd fought it out with me,                             270   
others would certainly have heard about it,
even gods below, down there with Cronos.
But for me this is much better, and for him, too, 
that before we came to blows he backed off,
away from my hands, despite his anger.
We'd have had to sweat it out to end it.
But take this tasselled aegis in your hand
and shake it well to scare Achaean warriors.                                          [230]
And Apollo, far-shooting god, make Hector        
your special care.  Infuse him with great strength,                        280
until Achaeans run back to their ships,
and reach the Hellespont.  From that point on,
I'll figure out how in word and deed
Achaeans may get new relief from war."

Zeus spoke.  Apollo did not disobey his father.
Going down from Mount Olympus like some swift hawk
killing pigeons, the fastest of all flying creatures,
he found lord Hector, wise Priam's son, sitting up,                                           [240]
no longer prone.  He was just starting to recover,     
to recognize his comrades round him.  He'd stopped                             290 
gasping and sweating, for aegis-bearing Zeus
had revived his mind.  Apollo, the far worker,
stood close to him and said:

                                       "Hector, son of Priam,
why are you having fainting spells right here,
away from all the others?  Are you in trouble?"

Hector of the shining helmet, still weak, replied:

"Which of the mighty gods are you, my lord,
questioning me face to face?  Don't you know
that Ajax, skilled at war cries, hit me,     
as I was slaughtering his companions                                           300
by the ships' sterns?  He got me in the chest                                           [250]
with a rock and stopped my frenzied fighting.
I thought today my heart would breathe its last,
that I'd see the dead in Hades' house."

Lord Apollo, son of Zeus, then answered Hector:

"Take courage now.  Cronos' son has sent you
a powerful defender from Mount Ida,
to stand beside you as your protector,
Phoebus Apollo with his golden sword,   
who's helped you before, you and your city.                                310
But come now, tell your many charioteers
to charge the hollow ships with their swift horses.
I'll go ahead and smooth the horses' path.                                               [260]
I'll turn back these Achaean warriors."

With these words Apollo breathed power into Hector,
his people's shepherd.  Just as some horse in a stall
who at the manger has eaten well, then breaks his halter
and runs off across the plain at a thundering gallop,
eager for its usual bath in the flowing river,       
exulting as it goes, with head held high, its mane                                   320
flowing across its shoulders, fully confident
of its own splendour, limbs carrying it lightly
to places where the mares are in the pasture,
that's how quickly Hector moved his feet and limbs,
as he urged on his charioteers, once he'd heard                                                 [270]
Apollo's voice.

                            Just as dogs and country farmers
chase a horned stag or wild goat, but the creature
saves itself in a sheer rock face or dark underbrush,
and men have no luck finding it, but their shouts  
attract a bearded lion to their path, who scatters them,                         330 
despite their eagernessthat's how Danaans
for a while continued to press on in groups,
thrusting away with swords and double-bladed spears.
But when they saw Hector moving among the ranks,
they were afraid.  Each man's heart sank to his feet.                                         [280]
Then Thoas, Andraemon's son spoke out, the best man,
by far, among Aetolians, expert in the spear throw,
good at fighting hand to hand, and in assemblies
few Achaeans could beat him when young men argued. 
Thinking of their situation, Thoas said: 

                                                  "Here's something                  340
My eyes are watching an amazing sight.
Hector's got up again, evading death.
In our hearts we all hoped that he'd been killed
at the hands of Ajax, son of Telamon.
But some god has once more rescued Hector,                                         [290]
saved the man who's drained strength from many limbs
among Danaans.  That will continue now,
I think, for he's not standing there like that,
so keen to fight, against the will of Zeus,    
the thunderer.  But come, let's all follow                                     350
what I propose.  Let's tell most of the men
to move back to the ships.  Those among us
who claim to be the best men in the army
will make a stand. If we can reach him first
and hold him off with our outstretched spears,
for all his fury I think his heart will fear
to mingle with this Danaan company."

Thoas spoke.  The others heard him and readily agreed.                                   [300]
Those with Ajax, lord Idomeneus, Teucer,   
Meriones, and Meges, like the war god Ares,                                         360
summoning the best men, recommenced the battle,
confronting Hector and his Trojans.  Behind them,
most of the troops went back to the Achaean ships.

Trojans charged in a mass assault, led by Hector,
moving with huge strides.  Phoebus Apollo marched
in front of Hector, his shoulders covered up in clouds,
holding the fearful aegis, with its double fringe
glittering ominously.  The smith Hephaestus                                                    [310]
had given it to Zeus to make men run from war.     
Apollo now held this aegis in his hands,                                                 370
as he lead on the army.  The Argives, closely packed,
stood their ground.  Shrill war cries came from either side,
arrows flew from bowstrings, many spears were thrown.
Some impaled themselves in the flesh of quick young men.
Many fell halfway before they reached white skin,
skewered in the earth, still longing to taste flesh.
As long as Phoebus Apollo held the aegis steady
in his hands, on both sides weapons hit their mark
men kept on dying.  But when Apollo stared directly                                        [320]
at the swift Danaans and then shook the aegis,                                      380 
howling a horrific roar, he bewitched them all

the spirit in their chests then lost lost the will to fight.
Just as two wild beasts stampede a herd of cattle
or large flock of sheep, coming suddenly in dark night,
with no herdsman present, that's how Achaeans,
in their weakness, were then put to flight.  Apollo
sent the panic, glorifying Hector and his Trojans.

Then, as men killed each other, the battle front collapsed.
Hector slew Stichius and Arcesilaus
one a leader of bronze-armed Boeotians,                                               390       [330]
one a trusted comrade of brave Menestheus.
Aeneas slaughtered Medon and Iasus.
Medon was a bastard son of noble Oïleus,
thus brother to Ajax, but lived in Phylace,
far from his native land.  For he'd killed someone,
a relative of his step mother Eriopis,
wife to Oïleus.  Iasus, a commander
of Athenians, was known as a son of Sphelus,
son of Bucolus.  Polydamas killed Mecistus,    
and Polites killed Echius fighting at the front.                                       400
Then lord Agenor slew Clonius, and from behind                                             [340]
Paris struck Deïochus in the shoulder,
as the latter fled from soldiers fighting in the front.
He drove the bronze spear straight through the man.

While Trojans were stripping armour from the corpses,
Achaeans jumped in the ditch they'd dug, on the stakes,
running to and fro, forced to withdraw behind their wall.
Hector then gave a great shout to his Trojans:

"Charge the ships.  Leave the blood-stained spoils alone. 
Whoever I see not moving to the ships                                         410
on the other side, I'll make sure he dies,
right there. His relatives, men and women,                                             [350]
won't be burying him, once he's dead, 
with the proper rites of fire.  Instead,
the dogs will rip him up before our city."

Saying this, Hector swung his whip down from his shoulders,
lashing on his horses, calling Trojans in the ranks.
They all shouted with him, then drove the horses
pulling chariots.  A tremendous noise arose.   
In front, Phoebus Apollo easily knocked down                                      420
the banks of the steep trench with his feet—he kicked dirt
into the middle, making a long broad causeway,
as wide as the distance a man can throw his spear
when he's showing off his strength.  Trojans poured through,
wave after wave of them, with Apollo leading on,                                             [360]
holding up the priceless aegis.  The Achaean wall
he easily demolished, as a child scatters sand
in a childish game beside the sea he builds a sand wall,
then with his hands and feet flattens it for fun.    
That's how you, archer Phoebus, at that time knocked down                430    
what the Achaeans built with so much effort,
such hard work, sending them flying back in panic.
The Danaans halted to regroup by their ships,
shouting to each other, lifting up their hands
to all the gods, with each man praying fervently. 
Geranian Nestor, Achaea's guardian,                                                                 [370]
prayed most of all, hands stretched to starry heaven:

"Father Zeus, if, in wheat-yielding Argos,
any man has ever burned fat thighs                            
of bulls or sheep in sacrifice to you,                                             440
praying for his return, and you answered him,
nodding your head and promising assent,
Olympian god, remember that. Protect us
from a pitiful doom.  Don't let Trojans
destroy Achaeans in this way."

                                                                       Nestor prayed.
Counsellor Zeus, hearing the prayers of that old man,
son of Neleus, gave a great clap of thunder.
When Trojans heard aegis-bearing Zeus' thunder,
they attacked the Argives all the more, drawing on                                          [380]
their battle fury.  Just as a great wave crashes                                        450
from the wide sea onto the planking of a ship,
driven by forceful winds whipping up the waves
that's how Trojans, with tremendous shouts, came down, 
through the wall, driving their chariots to the fighting,
the hand-to-hand combat with double bladed spears
by the ships' sterns.  Trojans battled from their chariots,
Achaeans from high up on the planks of their black ships.
They'd climbed up on the decks to fight there with long pikes
lying in place for fighting out at sea, jointed weapons  
with forged bronze at the tip.

                                           As long as Trojans and Achaeans                460  
were fighting by the wall away from the swift ships,
Patroclus stayed sitting in Eurypylus' hut,                                                         [390]
cheering him up with pleasant conversation,
relieving his black pain by spreading ointments
on his painful wound.  But when he realized
Trojans were capturing the wall, while the Danaans
were crying out and in retreat, Patroclus groaned.
Striking his thighs with the flat of his hands, he spoke
in evident distress:

                                       "Eurypylus, I can't stay
with you any longer here, though you need help.                         470
For a fierce battle has begun.  Your companion                                      [400]
must look after you.  I'll run to Achilles
to urge him on to fight.  Who know?  With god's help,
I may rouse his spirit with my words.
A friend's persuasion perhaps can do some good."

Patroclus finished speaking and went off on foot.
Achaeans, with fewer numbers, still held firm 
against advancing Trojans, but couldn't push them back
or dislodge them from the ships. Trojans could not break through,
get past Danaan ranks to assault the ships and huts.                             480
Just as a carpenter's line makes ship's timber straight,                                       [410]
when a craftsman's hands applies it, a skilled expert
in all facets of his craft, inspired by Athena
that's how tensely poised the fighting in that battle stood.
Men fought in various groups from one ship to the next.

Hector went straight for glorious Ajax, both men
struggling over the same ship.  Hector was unable
to push Ajax back and burn the ship, while Ajax
could not drive Hector off, now that Apollo
had brought him this far.  Noble Ajax hurled his spear.                         490
He hit Caletor, son of Clytius, in the chest,
as he was bringing fire to the ships. With a crash,                                             [420]
he collapsed, the burning torch dropping from his hands.
When Hector saw his cousin fall there in the dirt
by the black ship, right before his eyes, he called out
to his Trojans and Lycians with a powerful shout:

"Trojans, Lycians, Dardan spearmen,
don't hold back from battle in this danger.
Save the son of Clytius, just in case
Achaeans strip his armour now he's fallen                                    500
among this group of ships."

                                                                    Saying this,
Hector threw his bright spear at Ajax, but missed.                                            [430]
Instead he hit Lycophron, son of Mastor,
from Cythera, one those attending Ajax.
Since he'd killed someone in holy Cythera,
he lived with Ajax.  Hector's sharp bronze struck him
on the head, above his ear, as he stood near Ajax.
He fell into the dust, tumbling from the stern
down to the ground.  Then his limbs went slack.
Ajax shuddered and cried out to his brother:              

                                                         "Teucer, my friend,             510
Mastor's son, our worthy comrade, has been killed.
He lived with us when he arrived from Cythera.
In our house we honored him just like we did
our parents.  Proud Hector's has now killed him.                                    [440]
Where are your swift lethal arrows and the bow
Phoebus Apollo gave you?"

                                                                      Ajax finished.
Teucer heard him and came up on the run to stand there,
beside Ajax, with his curved bow in his hand
and a quiver full of arrows.  He began to shoot,
firing arrows in quick succession at the Trojans.                                    520
He hit Cleitus, fine son of Peisenor, a companion
of Polydamas, noble son of Panthous,
who was holding chariot reins.  He'd been busy
managing his horses, which he'd been driving
to where the ranks were most confused, as a favour
to Hector and his Trojans.  But he was struck
by that evil no man can defend himself against,                                                [450]
no matter how much he desires.  The painful arrow
lodged behind his neck.  He tumbled from the chariot,
forcing his horses to swerve aside—that made                                       530
the empty chariot rattle.  Polydamas
saw this right away and was the first to rush
into the horses' path. He then handed them
to Astynous, Protiaon's son, firmly telling him
to keep them close and watch.  Then Polydamas
went back to join those fighting at the front.

Taking out another arrow, Teucer tried to hit
bronze-armed Hector.  That would have stilled his heart,
and stopped his fighting at Achaean ships, if Teucer
had hit him as he was showing off how brave he was.                            540         [460]
But the perceptive mind of Zeus guarding Hector
was paying attention.  He robbed Teucer of that triumph
by snapping the fine bow's tightly twisted string,
just as Teucer was lining up a shot at Hector.  
The heavy bronze-pointed arrow flew awry.
The bow fell from his hands.  Teucer, with a shudder,
spoke out to his brother Ajax: 

                                                         "Look at that!
Some god is thwarting all our efforts in this fight.
He's knocked the bow out of my hands and snapped
my freshly twisted bowstring.  I strung it                                     550 
just this morning so it would last a while
and I could fire scores of arrows with it."                                               [470]

Great Telamonian Ajax then answered Teucer:

"My friend, leave your arrows and your bow
set them down, since some god has broken them
to spite Danaans.  Take hold of a long spear,
set a shield against your shoulder
fight the Trojans.
Encourage other troops to do the same.
They won't take our well-decked ships without a fight,
even though they're overpowering us,                                          560
so let's concentrate our minds on battle."

Ajax spoke.  Teucer took his bow into his hut,
then slung a four-layered shield against his shoulder.
On his strong head he set a well-made helmet,                                                 [480]
with a horsehair crest which nodded menacingly.
He took a strong spear with a sharp point and set off,
running quickly to take his place by Ajax.

When Hector saw that Teucer's arrow shot had missed, 
he called in a loud voice to Trojans and to Lycians:

"Trojans, Lycians, Dardan spearmen,                                          570
be men, my friends.  Recall your warlike power
among these hollow ships.  For I've witnessed
with my own eyes how Zeus has nullified
an arrow fired off by their best man.
It's easy to see how Zeus assists men,                                                     [490]
those to whom he grants great victories,
or how he drains men's strength, refusing
to protect them, as he now saps the power
among the Argives and works to help us,
while we fight by the ships.  So stay together.                              580
Should one of you meet his fate and die,
stabbed by a spear or cut down with a sword,
let the man die.  To be killed defending
one's own native land is no ignoble act.
The man's wife is safe, his children live,
his house and land remain, if the Achaeans leave,
returning to their country in their ships."

With these words, Hector roused each man's fighting spirit.                             [500]
On the other side, Ajax called out to his companions:

"For shame, Argives.  Now the issue's clear                             590
either we'll be killed or we'll be saved,
if we can push the danger from our ships.
Are you expecting, if the ships are taken
by Hector of the shining helmet,
you'll all get to your native land on foot?
Don't you hear frenzied Hector encouraging
his men.  He's frantic now to burn the ships.
He's inviting them to fight, not to a dance.
For us there's no better choice or tactic
than to bring our arms and warrior strength,                                600          [510]
against them in combat hand to hand.
It's better to settle this once and for all
whether we live or diethan be hemmed in,
fighting a long grim battle, as we are now,
among our ships against inferior men."

Ajax's words roused the fighting spirit in each man.

Hector then killed Schedius, son of Perimedes,
leader of Phocians.  Ajax slew Laodamas,
noble Antenor's son, who led up troops on foot.
Polydamas slaughtered Otus of Cyllene,                                                610
comrade of Phyleus' son, who led brave Epeians.
Seeing this death, Meges then attacked Polydamas,                                          [520]
who slipped away from him, eluding Meges' charge.
Apollo would not let Panthoös' son be killed
among those fighting in the front.  But Meges
thrust his spear into Croesmus, right in his chest.
He fell with a crash.  Meges started to strip armour
from his shoulders, but Dolops charged at him,
the bravest son of Lampus, son of Laomedon,
a skilled spear-fighter, who knew all there was to know                        620
about fighting close in.  Dolops moved up to Meges,
then with his spear struck the centre of his shield.
Meges' thick armour with fitted breastplates saved him.
Phyleus had brought this armour from Ephyre,                                                 [530]
from the river Selleïs.  A guest of his there,
Euphetes, ruler of men, had given it to him
to wear in war, protection from his enemies.
Now this armour saved his son's flesh from destruction.
Meges then thrust his sharp spear at Dolops' helmet,
striking it on top, on the bronze ridge, which held in place                    630
the horsehair plume.  He sheared it off.  The whole plume,
a bright fresh purple, fell down onto the dusty ground.
While Meges fought on, still expecting victory,
warlike Menelaus came to his assistance.                                                          [540]
Standing to one side, out of Dolops' line of sight,
Menelaus speared his shoulder from behind.
The eager spear kept going, driving into Dolops' chest.
He fell on his face.  The two men hurried forward
to strip bronze armour from his shoulders.  But Hector
shouted to his kinsmen one and all. The first man                                  640
he yelled at was strong Melanippus, Hicetaon's son,
who used to graze his shambling cattle in Percote,
when enemies were far away.  Once Danaans
arrived in their curved ships, he'd gone back to Ilion,                                       [550]
where Trojans held him in respect. He lived with Priam,
who honoured him as if he were a child of his.
Hector called to him, speaking some angry words:

"Melanippus, why are you so feeble?
Is that fond heart in you not worried
for your slain relative?  Do you not see                                        650
how they're busy stripping Dolops' armour?
Come on, we can't fight Argives from a distance.
We've got to stay with them until we kill them off,
or they capture Ilion completely,
butchering her people."

                                                 Hector finished,
then led on.  Godlike Melanippus followed.

Then great Telamonian Ajax roused the Argives:                                              [560]

"Friends, be men.  In your hearts remember shame.
In the killing zone let each man shame the rest.
That sense of shame saves more men than it kills.                       660
Those who flee help no one, and they get no glory."

Ajax spoke.  The men were already battle ready,
but they took his words to heart and fenced in the ships
within a hedge of bronze.  Zeus drove the Trojans at them.
Then Menelaus, skilled at war shouts, urged Antilochus:

"Antilochus, no other Achaean warrior
is as young as you or quicker on his feet,                                              [570]
or as brave in battle.  So jump out there
see if you can hit one of the Trojans."

Menelaus finished speaking and moved back again.                               670
But his words aroused Antilochus.  He stepped forward,
in front of those fighting at the front, glanced around,
and threw his shining spear.  Trojans moved back,
as he made his throw.  The spear wasn't thrown in vain.
It hit proud Melanippus, Hicetaon's son,
in the chest, as he was moving up to fight,
right beside his nipple.  He collapsed with a crash,
and darkness fell upon his eyes.  Then Antilochus 
pounced on him, like a dog leaping on a wounded fawn,
which some hunter hits as it runs out of its den,                                      680        [580]
loosening its limbs.  That how bold Antilochus
went after you, Melanippus, to strip your armour.
But Hector noticed him.  He came up on the run
to face Antilochus directly.  But the latter,
though an impetuous warrior, did not stand his ground.
He ran back, like some wild beast intent on mischief,
one that's killed a dog or herder with the cattle,
and scampers off before a crowd of people gather.
That's how Nestor's son scurried back.  Trojans and Hector,
shouting loudly, showered him with lethal weapons.                             690          [590]
When he reached the crowd of his companions,
Antilochus turned round and made a stand there.

Trojans attacked the ships like ravenous lions,
fulfilling Zeus' will.  He kept on giving them
great fighting strength, while he drained Achaean hearts,
denying them glory, as he drove the Trojans forward.
Zeus' heart was set on glorifying Hector,
son of Priam, so he might throw onto the ships
a blazing tireless fire and thus fulfill completely
that disastrous request from Thetis. Counsellor Zeus                            700
was waiting to glimpse with his own eyes the blaze                                          [600]
from a burning ship, for that would be the moment
he was going to push the Trojans from the ships
and give the glory to Danaans.  With this in mind,
Zeus drove Hector, son of Priam, against those ships,
something Hector was furiously keen to do.
He raged like spear-fighting Ares or deadly fire
in the thickets of deep mountain forests.
He was foaming at the mouth, below his eyebrows
the eyes were raging firethe helmet round his temples                        710   
shook with menace, as Hector battled on, for Zeus,                                         [610]
the god of heaven, was his protector, giving him
glory and honour, though he was but one man
among so many, for Hector's life would soon end.
Already Pallas Athena was pushing forward
that fated day when he'd die at the powerful hand
of Achilles, son of Peleus.  

                                                              But now Hector
was striving to break through the warriors' ranks,
probing them wherever he saw the largest groups,
the finest armour.  But he could not break through,                               720
for all his eagerness.  In their defensive wall,
Achaeans held their ground.  Just as a huge stone cliff
by the blue-gray sea stands firm against the wind                                            
[620]
howling straight at it or the surging surf which pounds it
that's how Danaans stood up to the Trojans then—
firmly with no falling back.  But then Hector,
blazing all over like some fire, charged the throng,
falling on them as a fierce wave whipped up by a storm 
crashes against a ship, which gets hidden in the foam,
blasts of wind shrieking past the sail, and sailors' hearts                       
730
tremble with fear as they are carried off from death
inch by inchthat's how hearts in those Achaean chests
were cracking.  Hector charged them like a vicious lion                                  
[630]
going at cattle grazing in huge numbers
in the bottom wetlands of a spacious meadow,
guarded by a herdsman who still lacks the skills
to fight a wild beast for the mangled carcass
of some short-horn heiferwith the herd he goes
always beside the first or last ones of the group,
but the lion leaps into the middle and eats a cow,                                 
740
as all the others scatterthat's how Achaeans then
were all driven back in awe-struck terror by Hector
and Father Zeus. 

                             But Hector killed only one man
Periphetes of Mycenae, dear son of Copreus,
who used to take messages from king Eurystheus                                            
[640]
to mighty Hercules.  This dishonourable  man
had a son with much more virtuous qualities
he could run fast and was an excellent fighter,
and for his mind among the best in Mycenae.
But this man then gave Hector even greater glory.                                
750
For as he turned, he tripped against a shield rim,
the one he carried, which extended to his feet
and protected him from spears.  He stumbled and fell.
The helmet round his temples gave a dreadful clang,
as he went down.  Hector saw this at once, ran up,
stood by Periphetes, and struck him with his spear                                          
[650]
in the chest, killing him beside his dear companions.
Those men were sorry for their comrade, but could not help
they were too afraid of godlike Hector.

By now they were in among the ships, encircled                                    760
by the outer row of those they'd dragged up first.
But Trojans kept on pouring in.  So Argives were forced
to move back from the ships' first row.  But they stayed
in a single group beside the huts, not scattering
throughout the camp, held there by shame and fear.
They called out to one another continually,
especially Geranian Nestor, Achaea's guardian.
He kept appealing to each man's parents, saying:                                            
[660]

"Friends, be men.  Let sense of shame from all men
fill your hearts.  Remember, each of you,                                    
770
your children, wives, possessions, and your parents—
whether alive or dead. They're not here,
but, on their behalf, I beg you to stand firm.
Don't let yourselves turn round and run away."

With these words, Nestor boosted each man's spirit.
Then Athena removed the strange cloudy mist
and clearing their eyes, so on both sides light streamed in,
back to the ships and out towards the battle groups.                                       
[670]
They saw Hector, skilled at war cries, his companions,
all the soldiers standing idle in the rear,                                                
780
all those warriors battling on by their swift ships.

The spirit in great-hearted Ajax could not bear
to take up a position with Achaea's sons
where there was no fighting.  So with his huge strides,
he kept moving up and down the decks along the ships.
In his fists he held a long pike used in sea fights,
one with fitted with sockets—thirty feet in length.
Just as a man well skilled in guiding horses,
harnesses together four chosen out of many,                                                   
[680]
then drives them at a gallop from the plain                                           
790
to some large city on a public highway,
while many men and women look at him amazed,
as he keeps leaping from one horse to another, 
landing firmly, never slipping as they race ahead—
that's how Ajax, with huge strides, kept on moving
over many decks on those swift ships, shouting
so his voice reached heaven, telling Danaans
in fearsome yells to defend their ships and huts.

Hector did not stay in the well-armed Trojan group,
but, like an eagle swooping down upon some flock                       
          800         [690]
of winged birds feeding by a river bank—
wild geese or cranes or long-necked swans—he rushed
straight at the dark-prowed ships to take on Ajax.
With his mighty hand Zeus pushed him from the back,
while urging other warriors to accompany him.

The brutal fight began again among the ships.
You'd think they weren't tired at all, but only starting—
they went at each other with such ferocity,
as they faced each other in that battle.  Each side
fought for different reasons—Achaeans thought                                   
810         [700]
they'd never escape that danger and would be destroyed

for Trojans, the heart in each man's chest was hoping
they'd fire the ships and kill Achaean warriors.
That's what they thought as they fought one another.

Hector grabbed hold of a seaworthy ship, at the stern,
the fine fast boat which brought Protesilaus to Troy,
though it didn't take him back to his own native land.
In close combat by this ship, Achaeans and Trojans
were hacking at each other.  By this point, the battle
was no more a matter of standing at some distance,                             
820
enduring showers of spears and arrows, but of fighting
at close quarters—united by a common spirit—                                              
[710]
battling with sharp axes, hatchets, long swords,
and double-bladed spears.  Many lovely swords,
with dark mountings, fell to earth, from hands and shoulders
of those fighting warriors.  Earth flowed black with blood.
Hector seized hold of that ship and would not let go—

gripping the ornamental fantail on the stern,
yelling to his Trojans:

                          "Bring fire.  Raise a general shout.
Now Zeus has given us a day that makes up                         
       830
for everything—to seize the ships that came here,                                 
[720]
contravening the gods' will, creating
many troubles for us, because our elders
in their cowardice restrained me, held back
my troops, when I was keen to fight it out
at the ships' sterns.  But if all-seeing Zeus
dulled our minds then, now he commands us,
now he drives us forward."

                                                                     Hector shouted.
Then Trojans attacked the Argives even more intensely.

Ajax could not hold his position any longer.                                          840
Assailed by flying spears, he backed off a little,  
abandoning the deck on that well-balanced ship.
He moved to the raised platform, seven feet high,
and looked for Trojans, always jabbing with his pike,                                      
[730]
pushing from the ship any Trojan bearing tireless fire,
always yelling fearful shouts at the Danaans:

                                                        "Friends,
Danaan warriors, companions of Ares,
be men, my friends.  Recall your battle fury.
Do we think we've got people to help out
somewhere behind us or some stronger wall                               
850
which will hold off our men's destruction?
There's no nearby city fenced with walls,
where we can defend ourselves or with many men
turn the tide of battle.  No, we're here,
on this plain crammed with well-armed Trojans,
our backs to the sea, far from our native land.                                        
[740]
The light that'll save us lies in our hands,
not in holding back from battle."

Saying this, Ajax kept on jabbing ferociously
with his sharp pike.  Any Trojan who charged the ships                       
860
with blazing fire, seeking to please Hector,
found Ajax waiting to slice him with his pike.
He wounded twelve men in close fighting by the ships.


Translation by Ian Johnston, Malaspina University-College, Nanaimo, BC.  This document is in the public domain and may be used by anyone without permission and without charge, provided the source is acknowledged. 

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