Book VIII

NOW when Morning, clad in her robe of saffron, had begun to

suffuse light over the earth, Jove called the gods in council on

the topmost crest of serrated Olympus. Then he spoke and all the

other gods gave ear. "Hear me," said he, "gods and goddesses,

that I may speak even as I am minded. Let none of you neither

goddess nor god try to cross me, but obey me every one of you

that I may bring this matter to an end. If I see anyone acting

apart and helping either Trojans or Danaans, he shall be beaten

inordinately ere he come back again to Olympus; or I will hurl

him down into dark Tartarus far into the deepest pit under the

earth, where the gates are iron and the floor bronze, as far

beneath Hades as heaven is high above the earth, that you may

learn how much the mightiest I am among you. Try me and find out

for yourselves. Hangs me a golden chain from heaven, and lay hold

of it all of you, gods and goddesses together—tug as you will,

you will not drag Jove the supreme counsellor from heaven to

earth; but were I to pull at it myself I should draw you up with

earth and sea into the bargain, then would I bind the chain about

some pinnacle of Olympus and leave you all dangling in the mid

firmament. So far am I above all others either of gods or men."

They were frightened and all of them of held their peace, for he

had spoken masterfully; but at last Minerva answered, "Father,

son of Saturn, king of kings, we all know that your might is not

to be gainsaid, but we are also sorry for the Danaan warriors,

who are perishing and coming to a bad end. We will, however,

since you so bid us, refrain from actual fighting, but we will

make serviceable suggestions to the Argives that they may not all

of them perish in your displeasure."

Jove smiled at her and answered, "Take heart, my child,

Trito-born; I am not really in earnest, and I wish to be kind to

you."

With this he yoked his fleet horses, with hoofs of bronze and

manes of glittering gold. He girded himself also with gold about

the body, seized his gold whip and took his seat in his chariot.

Thereon he lashed his horses and they flew forward nothing loth

midway twixt earth and starry heaven. After a while he reached

many-fountained Ida, mother of wild beasts, and Gargarus, where

are his grove and fragrant altar. There the father of gods and

men stayed his horses, took them from the chariot, and hid them

in a thick cloud; then he took his seat all glorious upon the

topmost crests, looking down upon the city of Troy and the ships

of the Achaeans.

The Achaeans took their morning meal hastily at the ships, and

afterwards put on their armour. The Trojans on the other hand

likewise armed themselves throughout the city, fewer in numbers

but nevertheless eager perforce to do battle for their wives and

children. All the gates were flung wide open, and horse and foot

sallied forth with the tramp as of a great multitude.

When they were got together in one place, shield clashed with

shield, and spear with spear, in the conflict of mail-clad men.

Mighty was the din as the bossed shields pressed hard on one

another—death—cry and shout of triumph of slain and slayers,

and the earth ran red with blood.

Now so long as the day waxed and it was still morning their

weapons beat against one another, and the people fell, but when

the sun had reached mid-heaven, the sire of all balanced his

golden scales, and put two fates of death within them, one for

the Trojans and the other for the Achaeans. He took the balance

by the middle, and when he lifted it up the day of the Achaeans

sank; the death-fraught scale of the Achaeans settled down upon

the ground, while that of the Trojans rose heavenwards. Then he

thundered aloud from Ida, and sent the glare of his lightning

upon the Achaeans; when they saw this, pale fear fell upon them

and they were sore afraid.

Idomeneus dared not stay nor yet Agamemnon, nor did the two

Ajaxes, servants of Mars, hold their ground. Nestor knight of

Gerene alone stood firm, bulwark of the Achaeans, not of his own

will, but one of his horses was disabled. Alexandrus husband of

lovely Helen had hit it with an arrow just on the top of its head

where the mane begins to grow away from the skull, a very deadly

place. The horse bounded in his anguish as the arrow pierced his

brain, and his struggles threw others into confusion. The old man

instantly began cutting the traces with his sword, but Hector's

fleet horses bore down upon him through the rout with their bold

charioteer, even Hector himself, and the old man would have

perished there and then had not Diomed been quick to mark, and

with a loud cry called Ulysses to help him.

"Ulysses," he cried, "noble son of Laertes where are you flying

to, with your back turned like a coward? See that you are not

struck with a spear between the shoulders. Stay here and help me

to defend Nestor from this man's furious onset."

Ulysses would not give ear, but sped onward to the ships of the

Achaeans, and the son of Tydeus flinging himself alone into the

thick of the fight took his stand before the horses of the son of

Neleus. "Sir," said he, "these young warriors are pressing you

hard, your force is spent, and age is heavy upon you, your squire

is naught, and your horses are slow to move. Mount my chariot and

see what the horses of Tros can do—how cleverly they can scud

hither and thither over the plain either in flight or in pursuit.

I took them from the hero Aeneas. Let our squires attend to your

own steeds, but let us drive mine straight at the Trojans, that

Hector may learn how furiously I too can wield my spear."

Nestor knight of Gerene hearkened to his words. Thereon the

doughty squires, Sthenelus and kind-hearted Eurymedon, saw to

Nestor's horses, while the two both mounted Diomed's chariot.

Nestor took the reins in his hands and lashed the horses on; they

were soon close up with Hector, and the son of Tydeus aimed a

spear at him as he was charging full speed towards them. He

missed him, but struck his charioteer and squire Eniopeus son of

noble Thebaeus in the breast by the nipple while the reins were

in his hands, so that he died there and then, and the horses

swerved as he fell headlong from the chariot. Hector was greatly

grieved at the loss of his charioteer, but let him lie for all

his sorrow, while he went in quest of another driver; nor did his

steeds have to go long without one, for he presently found brave

Archeptolemus the son of Iphitus, and made him get up behind the

horses, giving the reins into his hand.

All had then been lost and no help for it, for they would have

been penned up in Ilius like sheep, had not the sire of gods and

men been quick to mark, and hurled a fiery flaming thunderbolt

which fell just in front of Diomed's horses with a flare of

burning brimstone. The horses were frightened and tried to back

beneath the car, while the reins dropped from Nestor's hands.

Then he was afraid and said to Diomed, "Son of Tydeus, turn your

horses in flight; see you not that the hand of Jove is against

you? To-day he vouchsafes victory to Hector; to-morrow, if it so

please him, he will again grant it to ourselves; no man, however

brave, may thwart the purpose of Jove, for he is far stronger

than any."

Diomed answered, "All that you have said is true; there is a

grief however which pierces me to the very heart, for Hector will

talk among the Trojans and say, 'The son of Tydeus fled before me

to the ships.' This is the vaunt he will make, and may earth then

swallow me."

"Son of Tydeus," replied Nestor, "what mean you? Though Hector

say that you are a coward the Trojans and Dardanians will not

believe him, nor yet the wives of the mighty warriors whom you

have laid low."

So saying he turned the horses back through the thick of the

battle, and with a cry that rent the air the Trojans and Hector

rained their darts after them. Hector shouted to him and said,

"Son of Tydeus, the Danaans have done you honour hitherto as

regards your place at table, the meals they give you, and the

filling of your cup with wine. Henceforth they will despise you,

for you are become no better than a woman. Be off, girl and

coward that you are, you shall not scale our walls through any

flinching upon my part; neither shall you carry off our wives in

your ships, for I shall kill you with my own hand."

The son of Tydeus was in two minds whether or no to turn his

horses round again and fight him. Thrice did he doubt, and thrice

did Jove thunder from the heights of Ida in token to the Trojans

that he would turn the battle in their favour. Hector then

shouted to them and said, "Trojans, Lycians, and Dardanians,

lovers of close fighting, be men, my friends, and fight with

might and with main; I see that Jove is minded to vouchsafe

victory and great glory to myself, while he will deal destruction

upon the Danaans. Fools, for having thought of building this weak

and worthless wall. It shall not stay my fury; my horses will

spring lightly over their trench, and when I am at their ships

forget not to bring me fire that I may burn them, while I

slaughter the Argives who will be all dazed and bewildered by the

smoke."

Then he cried to his horses, "Xanthus and Podargus, and you

Aethon and goodly Lampus, pay me for your keep now and for all

the honey-sweet corn with which Andromache daughter of great

Eetion has fed you, and for she has mixed wine and water for you

to drink whenever you would, before doing so even for me who am

her own husband. Haste in pursuit, that we may take the shield of

Nestor, the fame of which ascends to heaven, for it is of solid

gold, arm-rods and all, and that we may strip from the shoulders

of Diomed. the cuirass which Vulcan made him. Could we take these

two things, the Achaeans would set sail in their ships this

self-same night."

Thus did he vaunt, but Queen Juno made high Olympus quake as she

shook with rage upon her throne. Then said she to the mighty god

of Neptune, "What now, wide ruling lord of the earthquake? Can

you find no compassion in your heart for the dying Danaans, who

bring you many a welcome offering to Helice and to Aegae? Wish

them well then. If all of us who are with the Danaans were to

drive the Trojans back and keep Jove from helping them, he would

have to sit there sulking alone on Ida."

King Neptune was greatly troubled and answered, "Juno, rash of

tongue, what are you talking about? We other gods must not set

ourselves against Jove, for he is far stronger than we are."

Thus did they converse; but the whole space enclosed by the

ditch, from the ships even to the wall, was filled with horses

and warriors, who were pent up there by Hector son of Priam, now

that the hand of Jove was with him. He would even have set fire

to the ships and burned them, had not Queen Juno put it into the

mind of Agamemnon, to bestir himself and to encourage the

Achaeans. To this end he went round the ships and tents carrying

a great purple cloak, and took his stand by the huge black hull

of Ulysses' ship, which was middlemost of all; it was from this

place that his voice would carry farthest, on the one hand

towards the tents of Ajax son of Telamon, and on the other

towards those of Achilles—for these two heroes, well assured of

their own strength, had valorously drawn up their ships at the

two ends of the line. From this spot then, with a voice that

could be heard afar, he shouted to the Danaans, saying, "Argives,

shame on you cowardly creatures, brave in semblance only; where

are now our vaunts that we should prove victorious—the vaunts we

made so vaingloriously in Lemnos, when we ate the flesh of horned

cattle and filled our mixing-bowls to the brim? You vowed that

you would each of you stand against a hundred or two hundred men,

and now you prove no match even for one—for Hector, who will be

ere long setting our ships in a blaze. Father Jove, did you ever

so ruin a great king and rob him so utterly of his greatness?

Yet, when to my sorrow I was coming hither, I never let my ship

pass your altars without offering the fat and thigh-bones of

heifers upon every one of them, so eager was I to sack the city

of Troy. Vouchsafe me then this prayer—suffer us to escape at

any rate with our lives, and let not the Achaeans be so utterly

vanquished by the Trojans."

Thus did he pray, and father Jove pitying his tears vouchsafed

him that his people should live, not die; forthwith he sent them

an eagle, most unfailingly portentous of all birds, with a young

fawn in its talons; the eagle dropped the fawn by the altar on

which the Achaeans sacrificed to Jove the lord of omens; when,

therefore, the people saw that the bird had come from Jove, they

sprang more fiercely upon the Trojans and fought more boldly.

There was no man of all the many Danaans who could then boast

that he had driven his horses over the trench and gone forth to

fight sooner than the son of Tydeus; long before any one else

could do so he slew an armed warrior of the Trojans, Agelaus the

son of Phradmon. He had turned his horses in flight, but the

spear struck him in the back midway between his shoulders and

went right through his chest, and his armour rang rattling round

him as he fell forward from his chariot.

After him came Agamemnon and Menelaus, sons of Atreus, the two

Ajaxes clothed in valour as with a garment, Idomeneus and his

companion in arms Meriones, peer of murderous Mars, and Eurypylus

the brave son of Euaemon. Ninth came Teucer with his bow, and

took his place under cover of the shield of Ajax son of Telamon.

When Ajax lifted his shield Teucer would peer round, and when he

had hit any one in the throng, the man would fall dead; then

Teucer would hie back to Ajax as a child to its mother, and again

duck down under his shield.

Which of the Trojans did brave Teucer first kill? Orsilochus, and

then Ormenus and Ophelestes, Daetor, Chromius, and godlike

Lycophontes, Amopaon son of Polyaemon, and Melanippus. these in

turn did he lay low upon the earth, and King Agamemnon was glad

when he saw him making havoc of the Trojans with his mighty bow.

He went up to him and said, "Teucer, man after my own heart, son

of Telamon, captain among the host, shoot on, and be at once the

saving of the Danaans and the glory of your father Telamon, who

brought you up and took care of you in his own house when you

were a child, bastard though you were. Cover him with glory

though he is far off; I will promise and I will assuredly

perform; if aegis-bearing Jove and Minerva grant me to sack the

city of Ilius, you shall have the next best meed of honour after

my own—a tripod, or two horses with their chariot, or a woman

who shall go up into your bed."

And Teucer answered, "Most noble son of Atreus, you need not urge

me; from the moment we began to drive them back to Ilius, I have

never ceased so far as in me lies to look out for men whom I can

shoot and kill; I have shot eight barbed shafts, and all of them

have been buried in the flesh of warlike youths, but this mad dog

I cannot hit."

As he spoke he aimed another arrow straight at Hector, for he was

bent on hitting him; nevertheless he missed him, and the arrow

hit Priam's brave son Gorgythion in the breast. His mother, fair

Castianeira, lovely as a goddess, had been married from Aesyme,

and now he bowed his head as a garden poppy in full bloom when it

is weighed down by showers in spring—even thus heavy bowed his

head beneath the weight of his helmet.

Again he aimed at Hector, for he was longing to hit him, and

again his arrow missed, for Apollo turned it aside; but he hit

Hector's brave charioteer Archeptolemus in the breast, by the

nipple, as he was driving furiously into the fight. The horses

swerved aside as he fell headlong from the chariot, and there was

no life left in him. Hector was greatly grieved at the loss of

his charioteer, but for all his sorrow he let him lie where he

fell, and bade his brother Cebriones, who was hard by, take the

reins. Cebriones did as he had said. Hector thereon with a loud

cry sprang from his chariot to the ground, and seizing a great

stone made straight for Teucer with intent kill him. Teucer had

just taken an arrow from his quiver and had laid it upon the

bow-string, but Hector struck him with the jagged stone as he was

taking aim and drawing the string to his shoulder; he hit him

just where the collar-bone divides the neck from the chest, a

very deadly place, and broke the sinew of his arm so that his

wrist was less, and the bow dropped from his hand as he fell

forward on his knees. Ajax saw that his brother had fallen, and

running towards him bestrode him and sheltered him with his

shield. Meanwhile his two trusty squires, Mecisteus son of

Echius, and Alastor, came up and bore him to the ships groaning

in his great pain.

Jove now again put heart into the Trojans, and they drove the

Achaeans to their deep trench with Hector in all his glory at

their head. As a hound grips a wild boar or lion in flank or

buttock when he gives him chase, and watches warily for his

wheeling, even so did Hector follow close upon the Achaeans, ever

killing the hindmost as they rushed panic-stricken onwards. When

they had fled through the set stakes and trench and many Achaeans

had been laid low at the hands of the Trojans, they halted at

their ships, calling upon one another and praying every man

instantly as they lifted up their hands to the gods; but Hector

wheeled his horses this way and that, his eyes glaring like those

of Gorgo or murderous Mars.

Juno when she saw them had pity upon them, and at once said to

Minerva, "Alas, child of aegis-bearing Jove, shall you and I take

no more thought for the dying Danaans, though it be the last time

we ever do so? See how they perish and come to a bad end before

the onset of but a single man. Hector the son of Priam rages with

intolerable fury, and has already done great mischief."

Minerva answered, "Would, indeed, this fellow might die in his

own land, and fall by the hands of the Achaeans; but my father

Jove is mad with spleen, ever foiling me, ever headstrong and

unjust. He forgets how often I saved his son when he was worn out

by the labours Eurystheus had laid on him. He would weep till his

cry came up to heaven, and then Jove would send me down to help

him; if I had had the sense to foresee all this, when Eurystheus

sent him to the house of Hades, to fetch the hell-hound from

Erebus, he would never have come back alive out of the deep

waters of the river Styx. And now Jove hates me, while he lets

Thetis have her way because she kissed his knees and took hold of

his beard, when she was begging him to do honour to Achilles. I

shall know what to do next time he begins calling me his

grey-eyed darling. Get our horses ready, while I go within the

house of aegis-bearing Jove and put on my armour; we shall then

find out whether Priam's son Hector will be glad to meet us in

the highways of battle, or whether the Trojans will glut hounds

and vultures with the fat of their flesh as they be dead by the

ships of the Achaeans."

Thus did she speak and white-armed Juno, daughter of great

Saturn, obeyed her words; she set about harnessing her

gold-bedizened steeds, while Minerva daughter of aegis-bearing

Jove flung her richly vesture, made with her own hands, on to the

threshold of her father, and donned the shirt of Jove, arming

herself for battle. Then she stepped into her flaming chariot,

and grasped the spear so stout and sturdy and strong with which

she quells the ranks of heroes who have displeased her. Juno

lashed her horses, and the gates of heaven bellowed as they flew

open of their own accord—gates over which the Hours preside, in

whose hands are heaven and Olympus, either to open the dense

cloud that hides them or to close it. Through these the goddesses

drove their obedient steeds.

But father Jove when he saw them from Ida was very angry, and

sent winged Iris with a message to them. "Go," said he, "fleet

Iris, turn them back, and see that they do not come near me, for

if we come to fighting there will be mischief. This is what I

say, and this is what I mean to do. I will lame their horses for

them; I will hurl them from their chariot, and will break it in

pieces. It will take them all ten years to heal the wounds my

lightning shall inflict upon them; my grey-eyed daughter will

then learn what quarrelling with her father means. I am less

surprised and angry with Juno, for whatever I say she always

contradicts me."

With this Iris went her way, fleet as the wind, from the heights

of Ida to the lofty summits of Olympus. She met the goddesses at

the outer gates of its many valleys and gave them her message.

"What," said she, "are you about? Are you mad? The son of Saturn

forbids going. This is what he says, and this is he means to do,

he will lame your horses for you, he will hurl you from your

chariot, and will break it in pieces. It will take you all ten

years to heal the wounds his lightning will inflict upon you,

that you may learn, grey-eyed goddess, what quarrelling with your

father means. He is less hurt and angry with Juno, for whatever

he says she always contradicts him but you, bold hussy, will you

really dare to raise your huge spear in defiance of Jove?"

With this she left them, and Juno said to Minerva, "Of a truth,

child of aegis-bearing Jove, I am not for fighting men's battles

further in defiance of Jove. Let them live or die as luck will

have it, and let Jove mete out his judgements upon the Trojans

and Danaans according to his own pleasure."

She turned her steeds; the Hours presently unyoked them, made

them fast to their ambrosial mangers, and leaned the chariot

against the end wall of the courtyard. The two goddesses then sat

down upon their golden thrones, amid the company of the other

gods; but they were very angry.

Presently father Jove drove his chariot to Olympus, and entered

the assembly of gods. The mighty lord of the earthquake unyoked

his horses for him, set the car upon its stand, and threw a cloth

over it. Jove then sat down upon his golden throne and Olympus

reeled beneath him. Minerva and Juno sat alone, apart from Jove,

and neither spoke nor asked him questions, but Jove knew what

they meant, and said, "Minerva and Juno, why are you so angry?

Are you fatigued with killing so many of your dear friends the

Trojans? Be this as it may, such is the might of my hands that

all the gods in Olympus cannot turn me; you were both of you

trembling all over ere ever you saw the fight and its terrible

doings. I tell you therefore-and it would have surely been—I

should have struck you with lighting, and your chariots would

never have brought you back again to Olympus."

Minerva and Juno groaned in spirit as they sat side by side and

brooded mischief for the Trojans. Minerva sat silent without a

word, for she was in a furious passion and bitterly incensed

against her father; but Juno could not contain herself and said,

"What, dread son of Saturn, are you talking about? We know how

great your power is, nevertheless we have compassion upon the

Danaan warriors who are perishing and coming to a bad end. We

will, however, since you so bid us, refrain from actual fighting,

but we will make serviceable suggestions to the Argives, that

they may not all of them perish in your displeasure."

And Jove answered, "To-morrow morning, Juno, if you choose to do

so, you will see the son of Saturn destroying large numbers of

the Argives, for fierce Hector shall not cease fighting till he

has roused the son of Peleus when they are fighting in dire

straits at their ships' sterns about the body of Patroclus. Like

it or no, this is how it is decreed; for aught I care, you may go

to the lowest depths beneath earth and sea, where Iapetus and

Saturn dwell in lone Tartarus with neither ray of light nor

breath of wind to cheer them. You may go on and on till you get

there, and I shall not care one whit for your displeasure; you

are the greatest vixen living."

Juno made him no answer. The sun's glorious orb now sank into

Oceanus and drew down night over the land. Sorry indeed were the

Trojans when light failed them, but welcome and thrice prayed for

did darkness fall upon the Achaeans.

Then Hector led the Trojans back from the ships, and held a

council on the open space near the river, where there was a spot

clear of corpses. They left their chariots and sat down on the

ground to hear the speech he made them. He grasped a spear eleven

cubits long, the bronze point of which gleamed in front of it,

while the ring round the spear-head was of gold. Spear in hand he

spoke. "Hear me," said he, "Trojans, Dardanians, and allies. I

deemed but now that I should destroy the ships and all the

Achaeans with them ere I went back to Ilius, but darkness came on

too soon. It was this alone that saved them and their ships upon

the seashore. Now, therefore, let us obey the behests of night,

and prepare our suppers. Take your horses out of their chariots

and give them their feeds of corn; then make speed to bring sheep

and cattle from the city; bring wine also and corn for your

horses and gather much wood, that from dark till dawn we may burn

watchfires whose flare may reach to heaven. For the Achaeans may

try to fly beyond the sea by night, and they must not embark

scatheless and unmolested; many a man among them must take a dart

with him to nurse at home, hit with spear or arrow as he is

leaping on board his ship, that others may fear to bring war and

weeping upon the Trojans. Moreover let the heralds tell it about

the city that the growing youths and grey-bearded men are to camp

upon its heaven-built walls. Let the women each of them light a

great fire in her house, and let watch be safely kept lest the

town be entered by surprise while the host is outside. See to it,

brave Trojans, as I have said, and let this suffice for the

moment; at daybreak I will instruct you further. I pray in hope

to Jove and to the gods that we may then drive those fate-sped

hounds from our land, for 'tis the fates that have borne them and

their ships hither. This night, therefore, let us keep watch, but

with early morning let us put on our armour and rouse fierce war

at the ships of the Achaeans; I shall then know whether brave

Diomed the son of Tydeus will drive me back from the ships to the

wall, or whether I shall myself slay him and carry off his

bloodstained spoils. To-morrow let him show his mettle, abide my

spear if he dare. I ween that at break of day, he shall be among

the first to fall and many another of his comrades round him.

Would that I were as sure of being immortal and never growing

old, and of being worshipped like Minerva and Apollo, as I am

that this day will bring evil to the Argives."

Thus spoke Hector and the Trojans shouted applause. They took

their sweating steeds from under the yoke, and made them fast

each by his own chariot. They made haste to bring sheep and

cattle from the city, they brought wine also and corn from their

houses and gathered much wood. They then offered unblemished

hecatombs to the immortals, and the wind carried the sweet savour

of sacrifice to heaven—but the blessed gods partook not thereof,

for they bitterly hated Ilius with Priam and Priam's people. Thus

high in hope they sat through the livelong night by the highways

of war, and many a watchfire did they kindle. As when the stars

shine clear, and the moon is bright—there is not a breath of

air, not a peak nor glade nor jutting headland but it stands out

in the ineffable radiance that breaks from the serene of heaven;

the stars can all of them be told and the heart of the shepherd

is glad—even thus shone the watchfires of the Trojans before

Ilius midway between the ships and the river Xanthus. A thousand

camp-fires gleamed upon the plain, and in the glow of each there

sat fifty men, while the horses, champing oats and corn beside

their chariots, waited till dawn should come.