brought to the spot by fates unkind; him, while tugging
a stone of enormous weight, he pierces with his whirled
javelin, just where the spine running down the back was
parting the ribs, and recovers the weapon from its lodgment 25
among the bones. Nor can Hisbo surprise him in
the fact, spite of his hopes; for Pallas catches him rushing
on in blind fury for the pain of his comrade’s death,
and buries the sword in his distended lungs. Next his
blow lights on Sthenelus, and Anchemolus of Rhœtus’ 30
ancient line, who dared pollute his stepdame’s couch.