The Achaeans, however, drew near the walls with shields inclined against their shoulders; and there ruinous fate bound Hektor to stand firm, before the Skaian Gates of Ilion. Now Phoibos Apollo hailed Peleion: “Why, son of Peleus, do you chase me, with those swift feet, you a mortal, I an undying god? You must not yet know that I am divine, you rage after me so strenuously. Is it of no concern, this business with the Trojans, whom you scattered in fear—who are by now cowering in the city, while you slope off here? You will never kill me; I am not marked by fate.” Then greatly stirred, swift-footed Achilles answered him: “You have thwarted me, most malevolent of all the gods, you who strike from afar, turning me here away from the city walls; otherwise many would have bitten the dirt before they arrived at Ilion. Saving them, you have robbed me of great glory, lightly, without fear of retribution; I would pay you back, if that power were in me.”The translation of this chapter is the author’s.
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