—as when the North wind, on the dark-blossoming sea, afflicts the spirits of men beneath the waves, when it comes upon them as night begins, but it withdraws with the break of Dawn, who shines on mortals, and a gentle breeze smooths the sea; they billow their sail with the breath of the South wind, and eagerly reach unhoped-for dry land— in such a way, when the Trojans heard that the spearman Achilles was remaining in his tent because of the golden-haired woman Briseis with lovely limbs, they raised their arms to the gods, seeing a bright gleam from out of the storm. With all speed they left the walls of Laomedon and rushed onto the plain, bringing violent battle,