d. Idomeneus next smote oenomaus in the middle of the
stomach, and the spear burst the cavity of his corslet, and penetrating,
drank his entrails through; but falling amid the dust, he grasped the
earth with the hollow of his hand. Then Idomeneus plucked out the long
spear from his body, but was unable to tear off the other rich armour
from his shoulders, for he was pressed hard by weapons. For no longer
were the sinews of his feet firm as he rushed, either to hasten on after
his own dart,[432] or avoid [that of another]. Wherefore also in
standing fight, he warded off the fatal day, nor did his feet any longer
bear him with ease in retreating from the battle. But against him,
gradually retiring, Deiphobus took aim with his glittering spear, for he
ever had a rooted hatred towards him. But then too he missed, and struck
with his javelin Ascalaphus, the son of Mars, and drove the stout spear
through his shoulder; and tailing amid the dust, he grasped the earth
with his hand.

[Footnote 432: So as to recover it.]

Not yet, however, had loudly-roaring,[433] impetuous Mars heard that his
son had fallen in the violent fight; but he sat upon the summit of
Olympus, beneath golden clouds, excluded [from the battle] by the will
of Jove, where also the other immortal gods were restrained from the
war. In the meantime they engaged in close fight round Ascalaphus.
Deiphobus indeed tore the shining helmet from Ascalaphus; and Meriones,
equal to swift Mars, springing [upon him], smote [him] with his spear in
the arm, and the crested[434] casque, falling from his hand, rang upon
the earth. Immediately Meriones, leaping upon him like a vulture,
plucked out the tough spear from the lower part of his arm, and retired
back again into the crowd of his comrades. But him Polites, his own
brother, throwing his hands round his waist, carried out of the
dread-sounding battle, till he reached his fleet steeds, which awaited
him in the rear of the combat and the war, having both a charioteer and
a variegated car; which then carried him towards the city, groaning
heavily [and] afflicted; and the blood flowed from his recently-wounded
hand: but the others kept fighting, and an unquenchable clamour arose.
Then AEneas rushing upon Aphareus, the son of Caletor, smote him with his
sharp spear upon the throat, when turned towards him. And his head was
bent to one side, then his shield clung to him, and his helmet; and
around him life-destroying deat