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, and roused terror in the Danaans. Ares, god of the spear, urged them on, and Loxias Apollo, lord of the Lycians. And they came to the shore of the sea, and fought beside the ships with their fine sterns, and the dark earth ran red with the blood of men slain by the hand of Hector, heroes through the onslaught of godlike with great hopes, and arrogant shouts, the Trojan horsemen the dark-eyed ships the god-built city would have and feasts, in But before that could be they were doomed after all to redden with blood the whirling Scamander, dying at the hands of the tower-destroying [Aeacidae.] Of these, if or on a [pyre] piled high with wood Lines 170-74 are missing. for all-shining Excellence is not hidden and effaced in the lightless [veil?] of night, but always abounding in unfailing glory she roams the earth and the shifting seas. And truly she honors the fame-bringing [island] of Aeacus; she guides the state with garland-loving Eucleia