Epeisodion 1
Messenger
Lord, in days to come may it be mine
to bring my masters such news as I am bearing to you now.
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Hector
Often the rustic mind is afflicted with dullness; so you have probably come to this ill-suited place to tell your master, in armor, about the sheep! Do you not know my palace or my father’s throne,
where you should carry your tale when you have prospered with your flocks?
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Messenger
Dull we herdsmen are; I do not dispute it. But none the less I bring joyful news to you.
Hector
Cease your tale of how the sheep-fold fares; I have battles to fight and spears to wield.
Messenger
The very things of which I, too, came to tell you; for a chieftain of a countless army is on his way to join you as your friend and ally of this land.
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Hector
His country? and the home that he has left?
Messenger
Thrace; men call his father Strymon.
Hector
Did you say that Rhesus was setting foot in Troy?
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Messenger
You have it; and lighten me of half my speech.
Hector
How is it that he comes to Ida’s meadows, wandering from the broad wagon track across the plain?
Messenger
I cannot say for certain, though I might guess.
It is no idle task for an army to make an invasion by night, hearing that the plains are packed with foemen’s troops. But he frightened us rustic shepherds who dwell along the slopes of Ida, the earliest settlement in the land, as he came by night through the wood full of wild beasts.
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On surged the tide of Thracian warriors with loud shouts; at this in wild amazement we drove our flocks unto the heights, for fear that some Argives were coming to plunder and harry your steading, till we caught the sound of voices
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other than Greek and ceased from our alarm. Then I went and questioned in the Thracian tongue those who were reconnoitring the road for their lord, who it was that lead them, and whose son he was called, that came to the city to help the sons of Priam.
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And when I had heard all I wished to learn, I stood still; and I see Rhesus mounted like a god upon his Thracian chariot. Of gold was the yoke that linked the necks of his horses brighter than the snow;
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and on his shoulders flashed his shield with figures welded in gold; while a gorgon of bronze like that on the aegis of the goddess was bound upon the front of his horses, ringing out its note of fear with many a bell. The number of his army you could not reckon
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to an exact sum, for it was beyond one’s comprehension; many knights, many ranks of targeteers, many archers, a great crowd of light-armed troops, arrayed in Thracian garb, to bear them company. Such the man who comes to Troy’s assistance,
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whom the son of Peleus will never escape, either if he tries to escape or if he meets him spear to spear.
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