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. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. am I now accomplishing. Twelvevaliant sons of great-hearted Trojans, behold these all in com-pany with thee the fire devoureth : but Hector son of Priamwill I nowise give to the fire to feed upon, but to dogs. Thus spake he threatening, but no dogs might deal withHector, for day and night Aphrodite daughter of Zeus kept offthe dogs, and anointed him with rose-sweet oil ambrosial thatAchilles might not tear him when he dragged him. And overhim Phoebus Apollo brought a dark cloud from heaven
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. am I now accomplishing. Twelvevaliant sons of great-hearted Trojans, behold these all in com-pany with thee the fire devoureth : but Hector son of Priamwill I nowise give to the fire to feed upon, but to dogs. Thus spake he threatening, but no dogs might deal withHector, for day and night Aphrodite daughter of Zeus kept offthe dogs, and anointed him with rose-sweet oil ambrosial thatAchilles might not tear him when he dragged him. And overhim Phoebus Apollo brought a dark cloud from heaven to earthand covered all that place whereon the dead man lay, lestmeanwhile the suns strength shrivel his flesh round aboutupon his sinews and limbs. But the pyre of dead Patroklos kindled not. Then fleet-footed noble Achilles had a further thought : standing asidefrom the pyre he prayed to the two Winds of Xorth and West,and promised them fair offering;.-, and pouring large libationsfrom a golden cup besought them to come, that the corpsesmight blaze up speedily in the fire, and the wood make haste. BOOK XXIII 291 to be enkindled. Then Iris, when she heard his prayer, wentswiftly with the message to the Winds. They within the houseof the gusty West Wind were feasting all together at meat, whenIris sped thither, and halted on the threshold of stone. Andwhen they saw her with their eyes, they sprang up and calledto her every one to sit by him. But she refused to sit, andspake her word : No seat for me ; I must go back to thestreams of Ocean, to the Ethiopians land where they sacrificehecatombs to the immortal gods, that I too may feast at theirrites. But Achilles is praying the North Wind and the loudWest to come, and promising them fair offerings, that ye maymake the pyre be kindled whereon lieth Patroklos, for whomall the Achaians are making moan. She having thus said departed, and they arose with a mightysound, rolling the clouds before them. And swiftly they cameblowing over
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