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and barques on sea to row towards Troy. And he began to
encourage the heroes and the champions of valour and the
battlebreachers of hundreds to fight a fight edgeful, bloody,
angry, truly severe, against the heroes of the terrible Asia.
823. Thereafter the host arose, and loosened their ships'
cables, and left the island. They went straight towards Troy.
825. Now the earth, from sunrise to sunset, almost trem-
bled, and the Tyrrhene sea almost came over its great plains,
with the mighty rowing made by the crew of the thirty and
eleven hundred ships and galleys. That was reasonable, for
the folk that were on board this fleet were the points of
conflict of the world's men, and the choice of the whole seed
of Adam, and the greater part of the battle-soldiers of the men
of earth. Because then was the world biding in the midst of
its age and its indignation, its mobility and its haughtiness, its
battles and its conflicts. Then its men were strongest and its
soldiers were bravest, at the time this hosting fared forth.
Wherefore there had been nothing equal to those heroes from
the creation of the elements, as regards valour and prowess,
save only that Hercules was not there, the hero who excelled
every one.
836. With regard to Priam, however, he put messengers
to espy and to survey the ships and the hosts themselves,
what time they would come from the Tyrrhene sea to the port
of Troy, so that battalions might be ready before them to
safeguard the city.
840. Now when the look -out -man cast an eye over the
sea, he beheld a marvel: the sea was specked with ships and
galleys and pinnaces. He beheld the vast wood, over the ships
and over the heroes' heads, of the lofty, magnificent (?) masts
of the world. He beheld above the masts the varieties of the
many-coloured sails of different colours of cloth of every country.
Then he went with information to Priam. Priam asked tidings
of him. Then he said:
847. „Meseemed as I looked," saith he, „that there ap-
peared to me on the sea a heavy thickish mist and a gray