But glad those others were who fain would speed Troy to a happy goal. In clouds like mountains piled they veiled their heads for grief of soul. In heaven was dole among the Immortal Ones, even all that helped the stalwart Danaans' cause. Oh that Apollo Silverbow would end them! Then in that day were given to our prayers a breathing-space from war and ghastly death." Nay, still their lust is hot for fight: us will they nowise fear, still are there left strong battle-eager men, as Aias, as Tydeides, Atreus' sons: though dead Achilles be, I still fear these. So in unbridled joy a Trojan cried but one more wise and prudent answered him: "Thou deemest that yon murderous Danaan host will straightway get them to the ships, to flee over the misty sea. Ah that the might of Hector still were here, that he might slay the Argives one and all amidst their tents!" But now, I wot, Achaea's valorous sons shall flee unto their galleys shapely-prowed, since slain Achilles lies. Ever his heart devised the Trojans' bane in his hands maddened aye the spear of doom with gore besprent, and none of us that faced him in the fight beheld another dawn. Now he is smitten down, the glorious hosts of Troy, I trow, shall win a breathing-space from blood of death and from the murderous fray. And thus a vaunting voice amidst them cried: "Now hath Cronion from his heaven vouchsafed a joy past hope unto our longing eyes, to see Achilles fallen before Troy. But the Trojans with great joy exulted, seeing their sorrow from afar, and the great fire that spake their foe consumed. Each yearned for him as for a son no eye in that wide host was tearless. But for Achilles still the Argives mourned beside the swift ships: heart-sick were they all with dolorous pain and grief.
This the gods wrought for an honour to the Lycian king. The Nymphs therefrom made gush the hallowed water of a stream for ever flowing, which the tribes of men still call fair-fleeting Glaucus. But him Apollo's self caught swiftly up out of the blazing fire, and to the winds gave him, to bear away to Lycia-land and fast and far they bare him, 'neath the glens of high Telandrus, to a lovely glade and for a monument above his grave upheaved a granite rock.
Nor did the hapless Trojans leave unwept the warrior-king Hippolochus' hero-son, but laid, in front of the Dardanian gate, upon the pyre that captain war-renowned. The Returns THE FALL OF TROY BOOK 4, TRANSLATED BY A.
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