. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. d his race, where filth was strewn fromthe slaughter of loud-bellowing oxen that fleet Achilles slew inhonour of Patroklos : and Aias mouth and nostrils were filledwith that filth of oxen. So much-enduring noble Odvsseus, ashe came in first, took up the mixing-bowl, and famous Aiastook the ox. And he stood holding in his hand the horn ofthe ox of the field, sputtering away the filth, and spake amongthe Argives : Out on it, it was the goddess who marred myrunning, she who from of old like a
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. d his race, where filth was strewn fromthe slaughter of loud-bellowing oxen that fleet Achilles slew inhonour of Patroklos : and Aias mouth and nostrils were filledwith that filth of oxen. So much-enduring noble Odvsseus, ashe came in first, took up the mixing-bowl, and famous Aiastook the ox. And he stood holding in his hand the horn ofthe ox of the field, sputtering away the filth, and spake amongthe Argives : Out on it, it was the goddess who marred myrunning, she who from of old like a mother standeth by Odys-seus side and helpeth him. So spake he, but they all laughed pleasantly to behold Antilochos smiling bore off the last prize, and spake hisword among the Argives : Friends, ye will all bear me wit-ness when I say that even herein also the immortals favourelder men. For Aias is a little older than I, but Odysseus ofan earlier generation and earlier race of men. A green old ageis his, they say, and hard were it for any Achaian to rival himin speed, .save only -i -: h QO 02 03 OHO BOOK XXIV 305 Thus spake he, and gave honour to the fleet son of Achilles answered him and said : Antilochos, not unheededshall thy praise be given; a half-talent of gold I will give theeover and above. He said, and set it in his hands, and Antilo-chos received it gladly. BOOK XXIV How the body of Hector was ransomed, and of his funeral. Then the assembly was broken up, and the tribes were scat-tered to betake them each to their own swift ships. The restbethought them of supper and sweet sleep to have joy thereof;but Achilles wept, remembering his dear comrade, nor did sleepthat conquereth all take hold on him, but he kept turning himto this side and to that, yearning for Patroklos manhood andexcellent valour, and all the toils he achieved with him and thewoes he bare, cleaving the battles of men and the grievous he thought thereon he shed
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