My mother, the hostile daughter of Thestius, did not take this into account; she brought about my evil fate, the fearless woman, and planned my destruction. She took the log of my swift doom out of the ornate chest, and burned it. Fate had marked off that this should be the boundary of my life. I happened to be slaying Clymenus, Daïpylus' valiant son, whose body was flawless; I had overtaken him in front of the towers. The others were fleeing to the well-built ancient city