Ilion, and thou, funeral fire of those I loved, witness ye
that in your day of doom I shrank from no Danaan dart,
no hand-to-hand encounter; nay, that had my fate been 15
to fall, my hand had earned it well. We are parted from
the rest, Iphitus, Pelias, and I. Iphitus, a man on whom
years were already pressing; Pelias, crippled by a wound
from Ulysses—all three summoned by the shouting to
Priam’s palace. 20
“Here, indeed, the conflict was gigantic—just as if the
rest of the war were nowhere—as if none were dying in the