d courage, saying that he would himself
make trial of this great warrior. So he leapt down from his chariot, and
Patroclus also leapt down, and they rushed at each other as two eagles
rush together. Then first Patroclus struck down Thrasymelus, who was the
comrade of Sarpedon; and Sarpedon, who had a spear in either hand, with
the one struck the horse Pedasus, which was of mortal breed, on the right
shoulder, and with the other missed his aim, sending it over the left
shoulder of Patroclus. But Patroclus missed not his aim, driving his spear
into Sarpedon's heart. Then fell the great Lycian chief, as an oak, or a
poplar, or a pine falls upon the hills before the axe. But he called to
Glaucus, his companion, saying, "Now must thou show thyself a good
warrior, Glaucus. First call the men of Lycia to fight for me, and do thou
fight thyself, for it would be foul shame to thee, all thy days, if the
Greeks should spoil me of my arms."

Then he died. But Glaucus was sore troubled, for he could not help him, so
grievous was the wound where Teucer had wounded him. Therefore he prayed
to Apollo, and Apollo helped him and made him whole. Then he went first to
the Lycians, bidding them fight for their king, and then to the chiefs of
the Trojans, that they should save the body of Sarpedon. And to Hector he
said, "Little carest thou for thy allies. Lo! Sarpedon is dead, slain by
Patroclus. Suffer not the Myrmidons to carry him off and do dishonor to
his body."

But Hector was troubled to hear such news, and so were all the sons of
Troy, for Sarpedon was the bravest of the allies, and led most people to
the battle. So with a great shout they charged, and drove the Greeks back
a space from the body; and then again the Greeks did the like. And so the
battle raged, till no one would have known the great Sarpedon, so covered
was he with spears and blood and dust. But at the last the Greeks drave
back the men of Troy from the body, and stripped the arms, but the body
itself they harmed not. For Apollo came down at the bidding of Zeus, and
carried it out of the midst of the battle, and washed it with water, and
anointed it with ambrosia, and wrapped it in garments of the Gods. And
then he gave it to Sleep and Death, and these two carried it to Lycia, his
fatherland.

Then did Patroclus forget the word which Achilles had spoken to him, that
he should not go near to Troy, for he pursued the men of the city even to
the wall. Thrice he mounte