CHAPTER XIII
HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE
The gods were angry with Aphrodite because she had hidden
Paris from the king, and they determined that, in spite of
their oath, the two armies should again begin to fight.
So Athene was sent to the Trojan hosts, disguised as one of themselves. In and out among the soldiers she paced, until at length she spoke to one of them, bidding him draw his bow and wound Menelaus.
The soldier obeyed, and the arrow, guided by Athene, reached the king, yet was the wound but slight.
When the Greeks saw that the Trojans had disregarded their oath, they were full of wrath, and seizing their arms they followed their chiefs to battle. 'You had thought them dumb, so silent were they,' as they followed. But as the Trojans looked upon the enemy there arose among them a confused murmur as when 'sheep bleat without ceasing to hear their lambs cry.'
Fierce and yet more fierce raged the battle. Valiant deeds were done on both sides, but when Hector saw that the Greeks were being helped by the gods, he left the battle-*field and hastened to the city.
At the gates, wives and mothers pressed around him, eager to hear what had befallen their husbands, their sons. But Hector tarried only to bid them go pray to the gods.
On to the palace he hastened to find Hecuba, his mother. She, seeing him come, ran to greet him and to beg of him to wait until she brought honey-sweet wine, that he might pour out an offering to Zeus, and himself drink and be refreshed.
