o that, as if the Trojans
were greatly pressing upon him, being alone, having cut him off in the
sharp fight. Wherefore let us go through the crowd, as it is better to
aid him. I fear lest being left alone amidst the Trojans, he suffer
aught, although being brave, and there be great want [of him] to the
Greeks."

Thus speaking, he led the way, and the godlike hero followed along with
him. Then they found Ulysses, dear to Jove; and around him followed the
Trojans, like tawny jackals round an an tiered stag when wounded in the
mountains, which a man hath stricken with an arrow from the bowstring.
Him indeed, flying, it escapes on its feet, as long as the blood is
warm, and its knees have the power of motion. But when the swift arrow
hath subdued it, the raw-devouring jackals destroy it in a shady grove
among the mountains. Chance, however, brings thither the destructive
lion: the jackals then fly in terror, and he devours. So at that time
followed the Trojans, numerous and brave, round warlike, crafty Ulysses;
but the hero, rushing on with his spear, warded off the merciless day.
Then Ajax came near, bearing his shield, like a tower, and stood beside
him; and the Trojans fled, terrified, different ways. In the meantime
warlike Menelaus, taking him by the hand, withdrew [him] from the
throng, till his attendant drove his horses near. But Ajax, springing
upon the Trojans, slew Doryclus, son of Priam, an illegitimate son; and
next wounded Pandocus. Lysander he wounded, and Pyrasus, and Pylartes.
And as when an overflowing river comes down on the plain, a torrent from
the mountains, accompanied by the shower of Jove, and bears along with
it many dry oaks and many pines, and casts forth the swollen torrent
into the sea; so illustrious Ajax, routing [them], pursued [them] along
the plain, slaughtering both horses and men. Nor as yet had Hector heard
it; for he was fighting on the left of the battle, on the banks of the
river Scamander; for there chiefly fell the heads of men, and an
inextinguishable clamour had arisen around mighty Nestor, and warlike
Idomeneus. Among these did Hector mingle, performing arduous deeds with
his spear and equestrian skill, and he was laying waste the phalanxes of
youths. Nevertheless the noble Greeks would not have retired from the
way, had not Paris, the husband of fair-haired Helen, disabled Machaon,
the shepherd of the people, performing prodigies of valour, wounding him
on the right shoulder w