often lightly springing with her feet like a carefree fawn on the flowery [hills] with her far-famed [companions] who live nearby. The maidens wear garlands of crimson blossoms and rushes, the native decoration, and sing of your [child], mistress of the all-hospitable [land], and of rosy-armed Endaïs, who bore [godlike Peleus] and the helmeted warrior Telamon, having gone to bed with Aeacus. Of their battle-rousing sons I shall sing, and of swift Achilles, and the high-spirited son of beautiful Eriboea, Aias, the shield-bearing hero, who stood on the stern of his ship and stopped bold-hearted, bronze [helmeted] Hector in his rush to burn the ships with dread fire, at the time when the son of Peleus stirred fierce wrath [in his breast] and released the [Dardanians from ruin]. Before they had not left the [many-towered] marvellous town of Ilium , but had cowered, dazed by fear, before the fierce battle, when Achilles raged destructively across the plain, shaking his murderous spear. But when the fearless son of the violet-garlanded Nereid withdrew from battle, —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, 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 and sound-minded Eunomia, to whom festivities belong, and who guards the cities of pious men in peace. Sing, young men, of the very glorious victory of Pytheas, and the helpful care of Menander, which often by the streams of the Alpheus has been honored by holy, great-spirited Athena of the golden chariot; before now she has garlanded the hair of countless men with crowns in the panhellenic contests. Let every man