The Tyrrhene host flocks to the spot, bending all their 30
fury, all their showering darts on one, one only man.
Even as a rock which juts into the mighty deep, exposed
to the rage of the wind and braving the sea, bears all the
violence and menace of heaven and ocean, itself unshaken,
he stands unmoved; now he lays low Hebrus, Dolichaon’s 35
child, and with him Latagus and craven Palmus: Latagus
he strikes on the face and front with a stone, a hill’s
enormous fragment, Palmus he suffers to roll ham-strung
in his cowardice; their harness he gives to Lausus to