ght of king Helenus,
and Adamas, the son of Asias, and Asius, the son of Hyrtacus. Some he
found no longer quite unhurt, nor yet destroyed, whilst others again lay
at the sterns of the ships of the Greeks, having lost their lives by the
hands of the Greeks; and others were stricken or wounded within the
wall. But he quickly found noble Alexander, the husband of fair-haired
Helen, on the left of the lamentable battle, cheering of his companions,
and encouraging them to fight; and, standing near, he addressed him with
reproachful words:

"Accursed Paris, fine only in person, woman-mad, seducer, where are
Deiphobus and the might of king Helenus, and Adamas, the son of Asias,
and Asius, the son of Hyrtacus? Where also is Othryoneus? Now lofty
Ilium all perishes from its summit,[449] now is its final destruction
certain."

[Footnote 449: The Latin "a culmine," as in Virg. AEn. ii. 290,
603. So AEsch.]

But him godlike Alexander in turn addressed: "Hector, since it is thy
intention to find fault with me when innocent, at some other time
perhaps, I may be more neglectful of the fight; [but not now], since
neither did my mother bear me altogether unwarlike. For from the time
when thou didst stir up the battle of thy companions at the ships, from
that time, remaining here, have we engaged incessantly with the Greeks;
and those comrades are dead for whom thou inquirest. Deiphobus and the
might of king Helenus alone have withdrawn, both wounded in the hand
with long spears; but the son of Saturn hath warded off death [from
them]. But now lead on, wheresoever thy heart and soul urge thee; and we
will follow with determined minds, nor do I think that thou wilt be at
all in want of valour, as much strength as is in us. It is not possible
even for one, although keenly desirous, to fight beyond his strength."

So saying, the hero persuaded the mind of his brother, and they hastened
to advance towards that place where especially was the battle and
contest; round Cebriones and excellent Polydamas, Phalces and Orthaeus,
and godlike Polyphoetes, and Palmys, and Ascanius and Morys, the sons of
Hippotion, who the day before had come as a relief guard[450] from
fertile Ascania: and Jove then urged them to fight. But they marched
like unto the blast of boisterous winds, which rushes down to the plain,
urged by the thunder of father Jove, and with a dreadful tumult[451] is
mingled with the ocean; and in it [rise] many boiling billows