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the Argives that they may not all of them perish in your displeasure."
Jove smiled at her and answered, "Take heart, my child, Trito-­‐born;
I am not really in earnest, and I wish to be kind to you."
With this he yoked his fleet horses, with hoofs of bronze and manes
of glittering gold. He girded himself also with gold about the body,
seized his gold whip and took his seat in his chariot. Thereon he
lashed his horses and they flew forward nothing loth midway twixt
earth and starry heaven. After a while he reached many-­‐fountained
Ida, mother of wild beasts, and Gargarus, where are his grove and
fragrant altar. There the father of gods and men stayed his horses,
took them from the chariot, and hid them in a thick cloud; then he
took his seat all glorious upon the topmost crests, looking down upon
the city of Troy and the ships of the Achaeans.
The Achaeans took their morning meal hastily at the ships, and afterwards
put on their armour. The Trojans on the other hand likewise armed
themselves throughout the city, fewer in numbers but nevertheless
eager perforce to do battle for their wives and children. All the
gates were flung wide open, and horse and foot sallied forth with
the tramp as of a great multitude.
When they were got together in one place, shield clashed with shield,
and spear with spear, in the conflict of mail-­‐clad men. Mighty was
the din as the bossed shields pressed hard on one another-­‐ death-­‐
cry and shout of triumph of slain and slayers, and the earth ran red
with blood.