y it, and
give great glory to the Greeks; let him know this, that endless
animosity shall arise between us."

So saying, the Earth-shaker quitted the Grecian army, and proceeding, he
plunged into the deep; but the Grecian heroes longed for him. And then
cloud-compelling Jove addressed Apollo:

"Go now, dear Phoebus, to brazen-helmed Hector; for already hath
earth-encircling Neptune departed to the vast sea, avoiding our dreadful
anger; for otherwise the rest, who are infernal gods, being around
Saturn, would surely have heard our quarrel. This, however, is much
better for me as well as for himself, that he hath first yielded to my
hands, accounting himself worthy of blame, because the matter would not
have been accomplished without sweat. But do thou take the fringed aegis
in thy hands, with which, by violently shaking it, do thou greatly
terrify the Grecian heroes. To thyself, however, O far-darting [Apollo],
let illustrious Hector be a care. So long then arouse his great might
unto him, until the Greeks in flight reach the ships and the Hellespont.
Thenceforth I shall myself deliberate in deed and word, how the Greeks
also may revive from labour."

Thus he spoke, nor did Apollo disobey his sire, but he descended from
the Idaean mountains like unto a swift hawk the dove-destroyer, the
swiftest of birds. He found the son of warlike Priam, noble Hector,
sitting; for he no longer lay [on the ground], but had just collected
his senses, recognizing his friends around him. But the panting and
perspiration had ceased, since the will of aegis-bearing Jove had aroused
him. Then far-darting Apollo, standing near, addressed him:

"Hector, son of Priam, why sittest thou apart from the rest, failing in
strength? Has any grief invaded thee?"

But him then crest-tossing Hector languidly addressed: "And who art
thou, best of the gods, who inquirest face to face? Hast thou not heard
that Ajax, brave in the din of battle, smote me with a stone upon the
breast, and caused me to cease from impetuous valour, when slaying his
companions at the sterns of the Grecian ships? And truly I thought that
I should this day behold the dead, and the mansion of Pluto, since I was
[on the point of] breathing out my dear life."

But him far-darting king Apollo addressed in turn: "Be of good courage
now, so great an assistant has the son of Saturn sent forth from Ida to
stand up and help thee, Phoebus Apollo, of the golden sword: who am
accustomed