Had eager friends; the herald held the crowd
In check; the elders, upon polished stones,
Sat in a sacred circle. Each one took
In turn a herald’s sceptre in his hand,
And rising gave his sentence. In the midst
Two talents lay in gold, to be the meed
Of him whose juster judgment should prevail.
Bryant.
[121]. Iliad xviii. 509–540.
[122]. See Appendix, note 41.