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<strong>Homer</strong>’s <strong>Iliad</strong><br />

and Alastor, came up and bore him to the ships groaning in his<br />

great pain.<br />

Jove now again put heart into the Trojans, and they drove the<br />

Achaeans to their deep trench with Hector in all his glory at their<br />

head. As a hound grips a wild boar or lion in flank or buttock when<br />

he gives him chase, and watches warily for his wheeling, even so<br />

did Hector follow close upon the Achaeans, ever killing the<br />

hindmost as they rushed panic-stricken onwards. When they had<br />

fled through the set stakes and trench and many Achaeans had<br />

been laid low at the hands of the Trojans, they halted at their ships,<br />

calling upon one another and praying every man instantly as they<br />

lifted up their hands to the gods; but Hector wheeled his horses<br />

this way and that, his eyes glaring like those of Gorgo or<br />

murderous Mars.<br />

Juno when she saw them had pity upon them, and at once said to<br />

Minerva, “Alas, child of aegis-bearing Jove, shall you and I take no<br />

more thought for the dying Danaans, though it be the last time we<br />

ever do so? See how they perish and come to a bad end before the<br />

onset of but a single man. Hector the son of Priam rages with<br />

intolerable fury, and has already done great mischief.”<br />

Minerva answered, “Would, indeed, this fellow might die in his<br />

own land, and fall <strong>by</strong> the hands of the Achaeans; but my father Jove<br />

is mad with spleen, ever foiling me, ever headstrong and unjust.<br />

He forgets how often I saved his son when he was worn out <strong>by</strong> the<br />

labours Eurystheus had laid on him. He would weep till his cry<br />

came up to heaven, and then Jove would send me down to help<br />

him; if I had had the sense to foresee all this, when Eurystheus sent<br />

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