Neptune engages on the part of the Grecians. The battle proceeds. Deiphobus advances to combat, but is repulsed by Meriones, who losing his spear, repairs to his tent for another. Teucer slays Imbrius, and Hector Amphimachus. Neptune, under the similitude of Thoas, exhorts Idomeneus. Idomeneus having armed himself in his tent, and going forth to battle, meets Meriones. After discourse held with each other, Idomeneus accommodates Meriones with a spear, and they proceed to battle. Idomeneus slays Othryoneus, and Asius. Deiphobus assails Idomeneus, but, his spear glancing over him, kills Hypsenor. Idomeneus slays Alcathoüs, son-in-law of Anchises. Deiphobus and Idomeneus respectively summon their friends to their assistance, and a contest ensues for the body of Alcathoüs.
BOOK XIII.
[1]When Jove to Hector and his host had given
Such entrance to the fleet, to all the woes
And toils of unremitting battle there
He them abandon’d, and his glorious eyes
Averting, on the land look’d down remote5
Of the horse-breeding Thracians, of the bold
Close-fighting Mysian race, and where abide
On milk sustain’d, and blest with length of days,
The Hippemolgi,[2] justest of mankind.
No longer now on Troy his eyes he turn’d,10
For expectation none within his breast
Survived, that God or Goddess would the Greeks
Approach with succor, or the Trojans more.
Nor Neptune, sovereign of the boundless Deep,
Look’d forth in vain; he on the summit sat15
Of Samothracia forest-crown’d, the stir
Admiring thence and tempest of the field;
For thence appear’d all Ida, thence the towers
Of lofty Ilium, and the fleet of Greece.
There sitting from the deeps uprisen, he mourn’d20
The vanquished Grecians, and resentment fierce
Conceived and wrath against all-ruling Jove.
Arising sudden, down the rugged steep
With rapid strides he came; the mountains huge
And forests under the immortal feet25
Trembled of Ocean’s Sovereign as he strode.
Three strides he made, the fourth convey’d him home
To Ægæ. At the bottom of the abyss,
There stands magnificent his golden fane,
A dazzling, incorruptible abode.30
Arrived, he to his chariot join’d his steeds
Swift, brazen-hoof’d, and maned with wavy gold;
Himself attiring next in gold, he seized
His golden scourge, and to his seat sublime
Ascending, o’er the billows drove; the whales35
Leaving their caverns, gambol’d on all sides
Around him, not unconscious of their King;
He swept the surge that tinged not as he pass’d
His axle, and the sea parted for joy.
His bounding coursers to the Grecian fleet40
Convey’d him swift. There is a spacious cave
Deep in the bottom of the flood, the rocks
Of Imbrus rude and Tenedos between;
There Neptune, Shaker of the Shores, his steeds
Station’d secure; he loosed them from the yoke,45
Gave them ambrosial food, and bound their feet
With golden tethers not to be untied
Or broken, that unwandering they might wait
Their Lord’s return, then sought the Grecian host.
The Trojans, tempest-like or like a flame,50
Now, following Priameïan Hector, all
Came furious on and shouting to the skies.
Their hope was to possess the fleet, and leave
Not an Achaian of the host unslain.
But earth-encircler Neptune from the gulf55
Emerging, in the form and with the voice
Loud-toned of Calchas, roused the Argive ranks
To battle—and his exhortation first
To either Ajax turn’d, themselves prepared.
Ye heroes Ajax! your accustomed force60
Exert, oh! think not of disastrous flight,
And ye shall save the people. Nought I fear
Fatal elsewhere, although Troy’s haughty sons
Have pass’d the barrier with so fierce a throng
Tumultuous; for the Grecians brazen-greaved65
Will check them there. Here only I expect
And with much dread some dire event forebode,
Where Hector, terrible as fire, and loud
Vaunting his glorious origin from Jove,
Leads on the Trojans. Oh that from on high70
Some God would form the purpose in your hearts
To stand yourselves firmly, and to exhort
The rest to stand! so should ye chase him hence
All ardent as he is, and even although
Olympian Jove himself his rage inspire.75
So Neptune spake, compasser of the earth,
And, with his sceptre smiting both, their hearts
Fill’d with fresh fortitude; their limbs the touch
Made agile, wing’d their feet and nerved their arms.
Then, swift as stoops a falcon from the point80
Of some rude rock sublime, when he would chase
A fowl of other wing along the meads,
So started Neptune thence, and disappear’d.
Him, as he went, swift Oïliades
First recognized, and, instant, thus his speech85
To Ajax, son of Telamon, address’d.
Since, Ajax, some inhabitant of heaven
Exhorts us, in the prophet’s form to fight
(For prophet none or augur we have seen;
This was not Calchas; as he went I mark’d90
His steps and knew him; Gods are known with ease)
I feel my spirit in my bosom fired
Afresh for battle; lightness in my limbs,
In hands and feet a glow unfelt before.
To whom the son of Telamon replied.95
I also with invigorated hands
More firmly grasp my spear; my courage mounts,
A buoyant animation in my feet
Bears me along, and I am all on fire
To cope with Priam’s furious son, alone.100
Thus they, with martial transport to their souls
Imparted by the God, conferr’d elate.
Meantime the King of Ocean roused the Greeks,
Who in the rear, beside their gallant barks
Some respite sought. They, spent with arduous toil,105
Felt not alone their weary limbs unapt
To battle, but their hearts with grief oppress’d,
Seeing the numerous multitude of Troy
Within the mighty barrier; sad they view’d
That sight, and bathed their cheeks with many a tear,110
Despairing of escape. But Ocean’s Lord
Entering among them, soon the spirit stirr’d
Of every valiant phalanx to the fight.
Teucer and Leïtus, and famed in arms
Peneleus, Thoas and Deipyrus,115
Meriones, and his compeer renown’d,
Antilochus; all these in accents wing’d
With fierce alacrity the God address’d.