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\nBook Nine<\/font><\/i> <\/font><\/b>\n<\/p>\n

\n(A FRAGMENT)
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"NOR could the Trojan fighters break through the walls of their foemen,\n\t<\/p>\n

Nor could the mighty Pelides slay in his war-rage the Trojans.\n\t<\/p>\n

Ever he fought surrounded or drew back compelled to his legions;\n\t<\/p>\n

For to each spear of his strength full twenty hissed round his helmet,\n\t<\/p>\n

Cried1<\/sup> on his shield, attempted his cuirass or leaped at his coursers\n\t<\/p>\n

Or at Automedon ran like living things in their blood-thirst.\n\t<\/p>\n

Galled the deathless steeds high-neighing pawed in their anger;\n\t<\/p>\n

Wrathful Achilles wheeled and threatened seeking a victim.\n\t<\/p>\n

So might a fire on the high-piled altar of sacrifice blazing\n\t<\/p>\n

Seek for its tongues an offering fit for the gods, but ’tis answered\n\t<\/p>\n

Only by spitting rain that a dense cloud sends out of heaven.\n\t<\/p>\n

Sibilant hiss the drops on the glowing wood and the altar.\n\t<\/p>\n

Chill a darkness o’erhangs and its brief and envious spirits\n\t<\/p>\n

Rail at the glorious flame, desiring an end of its brilliance.\n\t<\/p>\n

Meanwhile behind by the ranks of the fighters sheltered from Hades\n\t<\/p>\n

Paris loosed his lethal shafts at the head of the Hellene. Then upon\n\t<\/p>\n

Helenus wrath from the gods who are noble descended,\n\t<\/p>\n

Seized on the tongue of the prophet and spoke out2<\/sup> their thoughts in his
\naccents,\n<\/p>\n

Thoughts by men rejected who follow the beast in their reason,\n\t<\/p>\n

Only advantage seek, and honour and pride are forgotten:\n\t<\/p>\n

"Paris, not thus shalt thou slay Achilles but only thy glory.\n\t<\/p>\n

Dost thou not heed that the women should mock in the streets of our city\n\t<\/p>\n

Thee and thy bow and thy numbers, hearing the shame of the Trojans ?\n\t<\/p>\n

Dost thou not fear the gods and their harms ? Not so do they combat\n\t<\/p>\n

Who have the awe of their deeds and follow the way of the mighty."\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t1<\/font><\/sup> Rang
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Paris the Priamid answered his brother: "Helenus, wherefore\n\t<\/p>\n

Care should I have for fame, or the gods and their punishments, heeding\n\t<\/p>\n

Breath of men when they praise or condemn me ? Victory I ask for,\n\t<\/p>\n

Joy for my living heart, not a dream and a breath for my ashes.\n\t<\/p>\n

Work I desire and the wish of my heart and the fruit of my labour.\n\t<\/p>\n

Nay, let my fame be crushed into mire for the ages to spit at,\n\t<\/p>\n

But let my country live and her foes be slain on her beaches."\n\t<\/p>\n

So he spoke and fitted another shaft to the bow-string,\n\t<\/p>\n

Aimed and loosed the death at the greatness that heaven protected.\n\t<\/p>\n

Always they fought and were locked in a fierce unyielding combat.\n\t<\/p>\n

But on the Hellene right stood the brothers stark in their courage\n\t<\/p>\n

Waiting the Eoan horse-hooves that checked at the difficult crossing\n\t<\/p>\n

Late arrived through field and through pasture.
\n\tEthos exultant <\/p>\n

Watched their advent stern and encouraged the legions behind him:\n\t<\/p>\n

"Now is the hour of your highest fame, O ye sons of the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

These are the iron squadrons, these are the world-famed fighters.\n\t<\/p>\n

Here is a swifter than Memnon, here is a greater than Hector.\n\t<\/p>\n

Who would fight with the war-wearied Trojans, the Lycian remnants,\n\t<\/p>\n

When there are men in the world like these ? O
\n\tPthian, we conquer <\/p>\n

Asia’s best today. And you, O my brothers, with courage Reap all the good\n\t<\/p>\n

I have won for our lives this morn from Achilles.\n\t<\/p>\n

Glad let our fame go before us to our mother
\n\tArithon waiting <\/p>\n

Lonely in Pthia, desiring death or the eyes of her children.\n\t<\/p>\n

Soon will our sails pursue their herald Fame, with our glory\n\t<\/p>\n

Bellying out and the winds. They shall bear o’er the murmurs of Ocean\n\t<\/p>\n

Heaped up Ilion’s wealth and the golden bricks of King Priam\n\t<\/p>\n

And for the halls of our fathers a famous and noble adornment\n\t<\/p>\n

Bear the beautiful head of the virgin Penthesilea."\n\t<\/p>\n

So he cried and the Hellenes shouted, a savage rumour,\n\t<\/p>\n

Proud of their victories past and incredulous grown of disaster.\n\t<\/p>\n

Now from the Xanthus dripping-wheeled came the Eoan war-cars\n\t<\/p>\n

Rolling thunder-voiced with the tramp of the runners behind them,\n\t<\/p>\n

Dust like a flag and dire with the battle-cry, full on the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

They to the mid-plain arrived where the might of the Hellene brothers\n\t<\/p>\n

Waited their onset.1<\/sup> Zethus first with his cry of the cascade\n\t<\/p>\n

Hurrying-footed headlong that leaps far down to the valley:\n\t<\/p>\n

"Curb, but curb thy advance, O Amazon Penthesilea !\n\t<\/p>\n

These are not Gnossus’ ranks and these are not levies from Sparta.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Hellas’ spears await thee here and the Myrmidon fighters."\n\t<\/p>\n

High like the north-wind racing and whistling over the ice-fields,\n\t<\/p>\n

Death at its side and snow for its breath in the pitiless winter :*\n\t<\/p>\n

"Who art thou biddest to pause the horse-hooves of Penthesilea,\n\t<\/p>\n

Hellene, thou in thy strength who standest forth from thy shielders ?\n\t<\/p>\n

Turn yet, save thy life; for I deem that thou art not Achilles."\n\t<\/p>\n

"Zethus the Hellene I am and Cyenus and Pindus, my brothers,\n\t<\/p>\n

Stand at my either side, and thou passest not farther, Bellona.\n\t<\/p>\n

Lioness, turn thou back, for thou canst not here be a hunter."\n\t<\/p>\n

"Zethus and Cyenus and Pindus, little you loved then your mother,\n\t<\/p>\n

Who in this field that is wide must needs all three perish together\n\t<\/p>\n

Piled on one altar of death by the spears-shafts of Penthesilea.\n\t<\/p>\n

Empty for ever your halls shall be, childless the age of your father."\n\t<\/p>\n

High she rose to the spear-cast, poised like a thunderbolt lifted,\n\t<\/p>\n

Forward swung to the blow and loosed it hissing and ruthless\n\t<\/p>\n

Straight at the Hellene shield, and it tore through the bronze and groaning\n\t<\/p>\n

Butted and pushed through the cuirass and split the breast of the hero.\n\t<\/p>\n

Round in his car he spun, then putting his hands out before him,\n\t<\/p>\n

Even as a diver who leaps from the shed of the bath to the current,\n\t<\/p>\n

Launched out so headlong, struggled, sideward collapsed, then was quiet,\n\t<\/p>\n

Dead on Trojan earth. But dismay and grief on his brothers\n\t<\/p>\n

Yet alive now seized, then rage came blinding the eyeballs.\n\t<\/p>\n

Blindly they hurled, yet attained, for Athene guided the spear-shafts;\n\t<\/p>\n

Death like a forest beast yet played with the might of the virgin.\n\t<\/p>\n

One on her shield and one on her cuirass rang, but rejected\n\t<\/p>\n

Fell back like reeds that are thrown at a boulder by boys on the sea-shore.\n\t<\/p>\n

She unmoved replied; her shafts in their angry succession\n\t<\/p>\n

Hardly endured delay between. Like trees the brothers,\n\t<\/p>\n

Felled, to each side sank prone. So lifeless these strong ones of Hellas\n\t<\/p>\n

Lay in their couch of the hostile soil reunited in slumber\n\t<\/p>\n

As in their childhood they lay in Hellas watched by their mother,\n\t<\/p>\n

Three of them side by side and she dreamed for her darlings their future.\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\tBut on the ranks of the Hellenes fear and amazement descended,<\/p>\n

Messengers they from Zeus to discourage the pride and the blood-lust.\n\t<\/p>\n

Back many yards their foremost recoiled in a god-given terror,\n\t<\/p>\n

As from a snake a traveller scorned for a bough by the wayside,\n\t<\/p>\n

But it arises puffing its hood and hisses its hatred.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Forward the henchmen ran and plucked back the spears from the corpses;\n\t<\/p>\n

Onward the Eoan thousands rolled o’er the ground that was conquered\n\t<\/p>\n

Trampling the fallen men into earth with the wheels of their war-cars.\n\t<\/p>\n

But in her speed like the sea or the storm-wind Penthesilea\n\t<\/p>\n

Drove towards the ranks of the foe and her spear-shafts hastened before her,\n\t<\/p>\n

Messengers whistling shrilly to death; she came like a wolf-hound\n\t<\/p>\n

Called by his masters’ voice and silently fell on the quarry.\n\t<\/p>\n

Hyrtamus fell, Admetus was wounded, Charmidas slaughtered;\n\t<\/p>\n

Cirrhes died, though he faced not the blow while he hastened to shelter.\n\t<\/p>\n

Itylus, bright and beautiful, went down to night and to Hades.\n\t<\/p>\n

Back, ever back the Hellenes recoiled from the shock of the virgin,\n\t<\/p>\n

Slain by her prowess fierce, alarmed by the might of her helpers.\n\t<\/p>\n

For at her right Surabdas threatened and iron Surenas,\n\t<\/p>\n

And at her left hill-shouldered Pharatus slaughtered the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

Then in the ranks of the Greeks a shouting arose and the leaders\n\t<\/p>\n

Cried to their hosts and recalled their unstained fame and their valour\n\t<\/p>\n

Never so lightly conquered before in the trial1<\/sup> of Ares\n\t<\/p>\n

And of Achilles they spoke and King Peleus waiting in Pthia,\n\t<\/p>\n

Listening for Troy overthrown not his hosts overcome by a woman.\n\t<\/p>\n

And from the right and the left came heroes mighty to succour.\n\t<\/p>\n

Chiefs of the Dolopes Ar and Aglauron came mid the foremost,\n\t<\/p>\n

Hillus fair as a drifting moon but fierce as the winter;\n\t<\/p>\n

Pryas came the Thessalian and Sebes whom Pharsalus honoured,\n\t<\/p>\n

Victors in countless fights who had stood against Memnon and Hector.\n\t<\/p>\n

But though their hands were mighty, though fierce their obdurate natures,\n\t<\/p>\n

Mightier strengths they met and a sterner brood of the war-god.\n\t<\/p>\n

Light from the hand of the Virgin the spear ran laughing at Sebes,\n\t<\/p>\n

Crashed through his helmet and left him supine on the pastures of Troya;\n\t<\/p>\n

I Ar to Surabdas fell and the blood-sporting head of Aglauron\n\t<\/p>\n

Dropped like a fruit from a branch by its weight to the discus of
\n\tSam bus; <\/p>\n

Iron Surenas’ mace-head shattered the beauty of Hillus;\n\t<\/p>\n

Pryas by Pharatus slain lay still and had rest from the war-cry.\n\t<\/p>\n

Back, ever back reeled the Hellene host with the Virgin pursuing.\n\t<\/p>\n

Storm-shod the Amazon fought and she slew like a god un resisted.\n\t<\/p>\n

None now dared to confront her burning eyes; the boldest\n\t<\/p>\n

Shuddered back from her spear and the cry of her tore at the heart-strings.\n\t<\/p>\n

Fear, the daughter of Zeus, had gripped at the hearts of the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

So as the heroes yielded before her, Penthesilea<\/p>\n

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Lifted with victory cried to her henchman, Aurus of Ellae,\n\t<\/p>\n

Who had the foot of the wind and its breath that scants not for running:\n\t<\/p>\n

"Hasten, hasten, Aurus; race to the right where unwarring\n\t<\/p>\n

Valarus leads his host ; bid him close with the strength of the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

Soon will they scatter like chaff on the threshing-floor blown to the beaches.\n\t<\/p>\n

But when he sees their flight by Sumalus shepherded seaward,\n\t<\/p>\n

Swift let him turn like the wind in its paths and follow me, pouring\n\t<\/p>\n

Down, a victorious flood,1<\/sup> on the Myrmidon left and Achilles.\n\t<\/p>\n

Then shall no Hellene again dare embark in ships for the Troad.\n\t<\/p>\n

Cursed shall its beaches be to their sons and their sons and forever."\n\t<\/p>\n

So she spoke and Aurus ran by the chariot protected.\n\t<\/p>\n

Then had all Hellas perished indeed on the beaches of Troas,\n\t<\/p>\n

But from the Argive’s right where she battled Pallas Athene\n\t<\/p>\n

Saw and was wroth and she missioned her thought to Automedon speeding,\n\t<\/p>\n

Splendid it came and found him out mid the hiss of the spear-shafts\n\t<\/p>\n

Guiding, endangered, Achilles’ steeds in the thick of the battle.\n\t<\/p>\n

Shaped like a woman clad in armour and fleeing from battle,\n\t<\/p>\n

Helmed with the Hellene crest it knocked at the gate of his spirit,\n\t<\/p>\n

Shaking his hero’s heart with the vision that came to his eyeballs ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Silent he stared aghast and turned his ear to the war-din.\n\t<\/p>\n

"Dost thou not hear to our right, Achilles, these voices of Ares ?\n\t<\/p>\n

High is the sound of Eoan battle, a woman’s war-cry\n\t<\/p>\n

Rings in my ears, but faint and sparse come the shouts of our nation.\n\t<\/p>\n

Far behind is their call and nearer the ships and the beaches."\n\t<\/p>\n

Great Pelides heard and groaned in the caves of his spirit :\n\t<\/p>\n

"It is the doom that I feared and the fatal madness of Zethus ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Slain are the men of my nations or routed by Penthesilea.\n\t<\/p>\n

Drive, Automedon, drive, lest shame and defeat upon Hellas\n\t<\/p>\n

Fasten their seal and her heroes flee from the strength of a woman."\n\t<\/p>\n

And to the steeds divine Automedon called and they hearkened,\n\t<\/p>\n

Rose as if seeking their old accustomed paths in the heavens,\n\t<\/p>\n

Then through the ranks that parted they galloped as gallops a dust-cloud\n\t<\/p>\n

When the cyclone is abroad and the high trees snap by the wayside,\n\t<\/p>\n

And from the press of the Hellenes into the plain of the Xanthus\n\t<\/p>\n

Thundering, neighing came with the war-car borne like a dead leaf\n\t<\/p>\n

Chased by the blast. Then Athene opened the eyes of Achilles,\n\t<\/p>\n

Eyes that in all of us sleep, yet can see the near and the distant,\n\t<\/p>\n

Eyes that the gods in their pity have sealed from the giant confusion,\n\t<\/p>\n

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Sealed from the bale and the grief. He saw like one high on a summit\n\t<\/p>\n

Near him the
\n\tEoan’s holding the plain and out in the distance\n\t<\/p>\n

Breaking the Hellene strengths. Like a dream in the night he regarded\n\t<\/p>\n

High-crested Sumalus fight,1<\/sup> Somaranes swift in the onset,\n\t<\/p>\n

Bull-shouldered Tauron’s blows and the hero Artavoruxes.\n\t<\/p>\n

But in the centre fiercest the cry and the death and the fleeing.\n\t<\/p>\n

There were his chieftains ever reforming vainly resistance,\u2014\n\t<\/p>\n

Even in defeat these were Hellenes and fit to be hosts of Achilles,\u2014\n\t<\/p>\n

But like a doom on them thundered the war-car of Penthesilea,\n\t<\/p>\n

Pharatus smote and Surabdas and Sambus and iron Surenas,\n\t<\/p>\n

Down the leaders fell and the armies reeled towards the Ocean.\n\t<\/p>\n

Wroth he cried to his coursers and fiercely they heard and they hastened ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Swift like a wind o’er the grasses galloped the car of Achilles.\n\t<\/p>\n

Echemus followed, Ascanus drove and Drus and Thretaon :\n\t<\/p>\n

Phoces alone in the dust of the Troad lay there and moved not.\n\t<\/p>\n

Yet brought not all of them help to their brothers oppressed in the combat ;\n\t<\/p>\n

For from the forefront forth on the knot of the swift-speeding war-cars\n\t<\/p>\n

High an Eoan chariot came drawn fast by its coursers\n\t<\/p>\n

Bearing a mighty chieftain, Valarus son of Supaures.\n\t<\/p>\n

Fire-footed thundered past him the hooves of the heavenly coursers,\n\t<\/p>\n

Nor to his challenging shout nor his spear the warlike Pelides\n\t<\/p>\n

Answered at all, but made haste like a flood to the throng and the mellay.\n\t<\/p>\n

But ‘twixt the chariots behind and their leader the mighty Eoan\n\t<\/p>\n

Drove his dark-maned steeds and stood like a cliff to their onset.\n\t<\/p>\n

"Great is your haste, O ye Kings of the Greeks ! Abide yet and converse.\n\t<\/p>\n

Scathe less your leader has fled from me borne by the hooves of his coursers.\n\t<\/p>\n

Ye, abide ! For we meet from far lands on this soil of the Trojans.\n\t<\/p>\n

All of us meet from afar, but not all shall return to their hearth-sides.\n\t<\/p>\n

Valarus stays you, O Greeks, and this is the point of his greeting."\n\t<\/p>\n

So as he spoke he launched out his spear as a cloud hurls its storm-flash ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Nor from that fatal hand parted vainly the pitiless envoy,\n\t<\/p>\n

But of its blood-thirst had right. Riven through and through with the
\ndeath-stroke\n<\/p>\n

\n\tDrus fell prone and tore with dying fingers the grasses. <\/p>\n

\n\tSobbing his soul fled out to the night and the chill and the silence. <\/p>\n

\n\tThey like leaves that are suddenly stayed by the fall of a wind-gust <\/p>\n

\n\tCeased from their headlong speed. And Echemus poising his spear-shaft: <\/p>\n

\n\t"Sharp are thy greetings, chieftain Eoan. Message for message <\/p>\n

\n\tEchemus son of Aetes, one of the mighty in Hellas, <\/p>\n

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\n\tThus returns. Let Ares judge ‘twixt the Greek and the Eastern." <\/p>\n

\n\tFast sped the spear but Valarus held forth his shield and rebutted, <\/p>\n

\n\tShouting, the deadly point that could pierce not his iron refusal. <\/p>\n

\n\t"Echemus, shrill thy vaunt has reached me, but unfelt is thy spear-pomt. <\/p>\n

Weak are men’s arms, it seems, in Hellas ; a boy there Ares\n\t<\/p>\n

Aims with reeds not spears at pastoral cheeses not iron.\n\t<\/p>\n

Judge now my strength." Two spears from him ran at the hearts of his foemen,\n\t<\/p>\n

Crouching Thretaon heard the keen death over him whistle ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Ascanus hurt in the shoulder cried out and paused from his war-lust.\n\t<\/p>\n

Echemus hurled now again and hurled with him stalwart Thretaon.\n\t<\/p>\n

Strong Thretaon missed, but Echemus’ point at the helmet\n\t<\/p>\n

Bit and fastened as fastens a hound on the ear of the wild boar\n\t<\/p>\n

Wroth with the cry and the hunt, that gores the pack and his hunters.\n\t<\/p>\n

Valarus frowning tugged at the heavy steel ; yet his right hand\n\t<\/p>\n

Smote at Echemus. Him he missed but valiant Thretaon\n\t<\/p>\n

Sat back dead in his seat and the chariot wild with its coursers\n\t<\/p>\n

Snorting and galloping bore his corpse o’er the plains to the Hellenes.\n\t<\/p>\n

But while yet Valarus strove with the shaft, obscured and encumbered,\n\t<\/p>\n

Ascanus sprang down swift from his car and armed with his sword-point\n\t<\/p>\n

Clove the Eoan’s neck as the lightning springs at an oak-trunk\n\t<\/p>\n

Seized in the stride of the storm and severs that might with its sharpness.\n\t<\/p>\n

Slain the hero fell ; his mighty limbs the spirit\n\t<\/p>\n

Mightier released to the gods and it rose to the heavens of the noble.<\/p>\n

Ascanus gathered the spear-shaft ; loud was his shout as exulting\n\t<\/p>\n

Back he leaped to the car triumphant o’er death and its menace:\n\t<\/p>\n

"Lie there, Valarus, King of the East, with imperial Troya.\n\t<\/p>\n

Six rich feet of her soil she gives thee for couch of the nuptials.\n\t<\/p>\n

Rest then ! Talk not again on the way with the heroes of Hellas."\n\t<\/p>\n

So delivered they hastened glad to the ranks of their brothers.\n\t<\/p>\n

After them rolled the Eoan war-cars, Arithon leading\n\t<\/p>\n

Loud with the clamour of hooves and the far-rolling gust of the war-cry ;\n\t<\/p>\n

Wroth at their chieftain’s fall they moved to the help of their nation,\n\t<\/p>\n

Now by the unearthly horses neared and the might of Achilles.\n\t<\/p>\n

Then from the Hellenes who heard the noise and cry of their coming\n\t<\/p>\n

Lifted eyes dismayed, but saw the familiar war-car,\n\t<\/p>\n

Saw the heaven-born steeds and the helm unconquered in battle,\n\t<\/p>\n

Cry was of other hopefulness. Loud as the out bursting thunder\n\t<\/p>\n

Rises o’er lower sounds of the storm, o’er the din of the battle\n\t<\/p>\n

Rose the Hellene shout and rose the name of Achilles.\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t(The rest of Book Nine is missing.)<\/i><\/b> <\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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