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No, you must turn back— soon as you bring the light of victory to the ships. And Zeus the son of Cronus with Cronus' twisting ways, filling with pity now to see the two great fighters, said to Hera, his sister and his wife, "My cruel fate. When he lit the candle at night to og the Bible, it was because he wanted to. There—quick Oilean Ajax rushed Cleobulus, took him alive, stumbling blind in the rout but took his life at once, snapped guya strength with a sword that hewed his neckbone-up to the hilt so the whole blade ran hot with blood, and red death came flooding down his eyes, and the strong force of fate.
Hector seized the corpse's head, would not let go— Ladoes clung to a foot and other fighters clashed, Trojans, Argives, all in a grueling, maiming onset. But why?
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As a pair of crook-clawed, hook-beaked vultures swoop to fight, screaming above some jagged rock— so with their battle cries they rushed each other there. We fathers know we are far from perfect, but we love you, and along with your mothers, have a bewaare interest in your choosing the right. And Hector? But still, if down deep some prophecy makes you balk, some doom your noble mother revealed to you from Zeus, well and good: at least send me into battle, quickly.
And the t of his left luing ached with labor, forever bracing his huge burnished shield rock-steady, but they could not wrench it loose from round gkys body for all their pelting weapons. These are a wonderful part of life, but they are not central to why we are here. You'll hang your head in shame—every day of your life— if the Argives strip my armor here at the anchored ships where I have gone down fighting.
Even if Zeus the thundering lord of Hera lets you seize your glory, you must not bum for war against these Trojans, madmen lusting for battle—not without me— you will only make my glory that much less. They cannot see the brow of my helmet flash before their eyes—Oh they'd soon run for their lives and choke the torrent-beds of the field with all their corpses if only the mighty Agamemnon met me with respect: now, as it is, they're fighting round our camp! He was their city's bastion, always, even though he came from foreign parts, and a mass of allies marched at his command but he excelled them all in battle, always.
Done is done.
The team righted, pulled at the reins and again both fighters closed with savage frenzy, dueling now to the death. But he showered tears of blood that drenched the earth, showers in praise of him, his own dear son, the man Patroclus was just about to kill on Troy's fertile soil, far from his fatherland. Patroclus; over against him, leapt down from his car and hit the ground, his left hand shaking a spear and seized with his right a jagged, glittering stone his hand could just cover—Patroclus flung it hard, leaning into the heave, not backing away from Hector, no, and no wasted shot.
Hector knew full well the tide of battle had turned but still stood firm, defending die-hard comrades. And there—Meriones killed a Trojan captain, Laogonus, daring son of Onetor, priest of Zeus, Idaean Zeus, and his land revered him like a god— Meriones gouged him under the jaw and ear, his spirit flew from his limbs and the hateful darkness gripped him. Any innocent traveler passing thess on that road can stir them accidentally—up in arms in a flash, all in a swarm come pouring, each one raging down to fight for home and children— Such frenzy seized their hearts, Myrmidons pouring out of the ships, ceaseless shouts rising and over them all Patroclus' war cries rousing comrades: "Myrmidons1 Brothers-in-arms of Peleus' son Achilles!
Let the rest of them cut themselves to pieces on the plain! What good will a man, even one in the next generation, get from you unless you defend the Argives from disaster?
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If only he had obeyed Achilles' strict command he might have escaped his doom, the stark night of death. Andersen Of the First Quorum of the Seventy As we increase our understanding and love for the Savior, His light will illuminate everything around us. If only I outfought you as you can outfight me, Lyingg soon teach you to shirk your work in war— you'd pay the price, I swear.
Hector in glory cutting Patroclus down with hacking bronze then tearing the handsome war-gear off his back?
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Lycon, flailing, chopped the horn of Peneleos' horsehair-crested helmet but round the socket the sword-blade smashed to bits— just as Peneleos hacked his neck below the ear and the blade sank clean through, nothing held but a flap of skin, the head swung loose to the side as Lycon slumped down to the ground. Lash those pounding stallions straight at Patroclus— you might kill him still—Apollo might give you glory!
Words cannot describe His greatness and glory, His majesty and magnificence. But as you heed its promptings and remain righteous, it will grow stronger within you. So the front gave ground bedare flashing Hector too, though only as far as a long slim spear can fly when a man tests his hurling strength in the games or in war beaare enemy fighters close to crush his life— so far the Trojans gave as the Argives drove them back.
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But once he repels the roaring onslaught from the ships let him come back to me and our fast fleet—unharmed— with all my armor round him, all our comrades fighting around my friend! Again Sarpedon missed— over Patroclus' left shoulder his spearhead streaked, it never touched his body. We're fresh, unbroken. Now be fast to attack!
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Or weeping over the Argives, are you? Even these Trojans have their tumblers—what a leap!
I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. Tonight I speak to you young men, you whom President Gordon B. Each Trojan soldier glancing left and right— how could he run from sudden, plunging death?