and did not permit
them, desiring it, to ascend towards the city; but, pressing on, he slew
them between the ships, and the river, and the lofty wall, and he
exacted revenge for many. Then indeed he smote with his shining spear
Pronous first, bared as to his breast beside the shield, and relaxed his
limbs: and falling, he gave a crash. But next, attacking Thestor, son of
Enops (who indeed sat huddled in his well-polished chariot, for he was
panic-struck in his mind, and the reins had then dropped from his
hands), he standing near, smote him with his spear on the right cheek,
and drove it through his teeth. Then catching the spear, he dragged him
over the rim [of the chariot]; as when a man, sitting upon a jutting
rock, [draws] with a line and shining brass[526] a large fish entirely
out of the sea; so he dragged from his chariot with his shining spear,
him gaping. Then he hurled him upon his mouth, and life left him as he
fell. Then next he struck with a stone on the middle of the head,
Eryalus, rushing against him, and it was totally split asunder into two
parts in his strong helmet. He therefore fell prone upon the earth, and
fatal death was diffused around him. Afterwards Erymas, and Amphoterus,
Epaltes, and Tlepolemus, son of Damastor, Echius and Pyris, Icheus,
Euippus, and Polymelus, son of Argeus, all one over the other he heaped
upon the fertile earth.

[Footnote 525: For this agricultural use of [Greek: erga] cf.
Oppian, Cyn. ii. 151: [Greek: Pante d' erga boon]. Nicander,
Ther. 473: [Greek: erga nomeon]. Virg. Georg. i. 325: "Et pluvia
ingenti sata laeta, boumque labores diluit."]

[Footnote 526: _I.e._ the hook. So "aere, the brass cutwater,"
Virg. AEn. i. 35.]

But when Sarpedon perceived his loose-girt[527] companions subdued by
the hands of Patroclus, the son of Menoetius, exhorting, he shouted to
the godlike Lycians:

"Oh shame! Lycians, where do ye fly?[528] Now be strenuous: for I will
oppose this man, that I may know who he is who is victorious: and
certainly he has done many evils to the Trojans, since he has relaxed
the limbs of many and brave men."

He spoke, and leaped from his chariot with his armour to the ground; but
Patroclus, on the other side, when he beheld him, sprang from his car.
Then they, as bent-taloned, crook-beaked vultures, loudly screaming,
fight upon a lofty rock, so they, shouting, rushed against each other.
But the son of the wily Saturn, beholding them, f