But the son of Atreus, stricken to the heart with sore grief, went this way and that, bidding the clear-voiced heralds summon every man by name to the place of gathering, but not to shout aloud and himself he toiled amid the foremost. Even as two winds stir up the teeming deep, the North Wind and the West Wind that blow from Thrace, coming suddenly, and forthwith the dark wave reareth itself in crests and casteth much tangle out along the sea even so were the hearts of the Achaeans rent within their breasts. Thus kept the Trojans watch, but the Achaeans were holden of wondrous Panic, the handmaid of numbing fear and with grief intolerable were all the noblest stricken. Ransom of Hector THE ILIAD BOOK 9, TRANSLATED BY A. Battlefield: Deaths of Sarpedon & Patroclus
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