, O father, from whom
contention and strife await[691] the immortals."

[Footnote 689: [Greek: Toxa] here means both bow and arrows.]

[Footnote 690: A more literal version would be, "the fair crowned
mistress of the cry," i.e. the hunting cry.]

[Footnote 691: [Greek: Epheptai], "immitti solet."--Heyne. See
D'Orville on Chariton, vii. 5, p. 582, ed. Lips.]

Thus they indeed spoke such things with one another. But Phoebus Apollo
came to sacred Ilium; for the wall of the well-built city was a care to
him, lest the Greeks, contrary to fate, should overthrow it that day.
The other ever-existing gods, however, repaired to Olympus, some indeed
indignant, but others greatly boasting. And they sat down beside their
father, the collector of dark clouds: but Achilles slew at once the
Trojans themselves, and their solid-hoofed steeds. And as when a smoke,
ascending from a burning city, reaches the wide heaven, but the wrath of
the gods has excited it; it creates toil to all, and sends griefs upon
many; so did Achilles cause toil and griefs to the Trojans.

Meanwhile aged Priam stood upon a lofty tower, and observed huge
Achilles: but by him the routed Trojans were easily thrown into
confusion, nor was there any might in them. Then groaning, he descended
from the tower to the ground, in order to direct the illustrious guards
at the gates along the wall:

"Hold the gates open in your hands until the people, flying, come into
the city, for Achilles is at hand routing them. Now I think that
destructive deeds will be. But, as soon as they revive, hemmed in within
the wall, put to again the well-fitted doors, for I tremble lest this
destructive man rush within the wall."

Thus he spoke; but they opened the gates and pushed back the bolts; and
they being opened, afforded safety. But Apollo leaped out to meet them,
that he might avert destruction from the Trojans. Then they, parched
with thirst, and covered with dust, fled from the plain directly towards
the city and the lofty wall; but he furiously pursued with his spear;
for fierce madness constantly possessed his heart, and he burned to bear
away glory. Then indeed the sons of the Greeks had taken lofty-gated
Troy, had not Phoebus Apollo excited noble Agenor, a hero, the son of
Antenor, both blameless and brave. And into his heart he threw courage,
and he himself stood beside him, leaning against a beech-tree, that he
might avert the heavy hands of death; but he