k: Aner
oikonomos], Manetho, iv. 610.]

"Certainly now thou art great in hopes in thy mind, O illustrious
Achilles, that thou wilt this day devastate the city of the magnanimous
Trojans. Fool! certainly many griefs will be effected over it, for in it
we are numerous and valiant men, who will defend Ilium for our beloved
parents, our wives, and our children. But thou shalt here fulfil thy
destiny, although being so terrible, and a daring warrior."

He spoke, and hurled the sharp javelin from his heavy hand, and struck
him in the shin below the knee, nor missed: but the greave of
newly-wrought tin around [it] horribly resounded; and the brazen weapon
recoiled from it stricken, nor penetrated: for the gifts of the god
prevented it. Then the son of Peleus next attacked godlike Agenor; nor
did Apollo permit him to obtain glory; but snatched him away, and
covered him with much haze; and sent him to return peacefully from the
battle.

But he by a stratagem averted the son of Peleus from the people; for the
Far-darter, having likened himself in every respect to Agenor, stood
before his feet; and he hastened to pursue him with his feet. Whilst he
was pursuing him, running before at a small interval, over the
corn-bearing plain, turned towards the deep-eddying river Scamander;
(for Apollo beguiled him by deceit, so that he always expected to
overtake him on his feet;) meanwhile the other Trojans being routed,
came delighted in a crowd to the city; and the city was full of them
shut in. Nor did they any longer dare to wait for each other without the
city and the wall, and to inquire who had escaped, and who had fallen in
the battle; but gladly they were poured into the city, whomsoever of
them the feet and knees preserved.

BOOK THE TWENTY-SECOND.

ARGUMENT.

Hector persists in remaining outside the walls, despite the entreaties
of his father. He flies thrice round Troy, fights, and is slain by
Achilles, who drags his body to the fleet at the wheels of his chariot.
The lamentations of his wife and parents follow.

Thus they, indeed, driven by fright through the city, like fawns, were
refreshing themselves from sweat, and were drinking and allaying their
thirst, leaning against the handsome battlements; but the Greeks were
coming near the wall, resting their shields upon their shoulders. But
Hector his destructive fate fettered to remain there, before Ilium and
the Scaean gates. And Phoebus Apollo thus address