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together.’
Death closed his eyes as he spoke. Patroclus planted his
heel on his breast and drew the spear from his body, where-
on his senses came out along with it, and he drew out both
spear-point and Sarpedon’s soul at the same time. Hard by
the Myrmidons held his snorting steeds, who were wild
with panic at finding themselves deserted by their lords.
Glaucus was overcome with grief when he heard what
Sarpedon said, for he could not help him. He had to support
his arm with his other hand, being in great pain through
the wound which Teucer’s arrow had given him when Teuc-
er was defending the wall as he, Glaucus, was assailing it.
Therefore he prayed to far-darting Apollo saying, ‘Hear me
O king from your seat, may be in the rich land of Lycia, or
may be in Troy, for in all places you can hear the prayer
of one who is in distress, as I now am. I have a grievous
wound; my hand is aching with pain, there is no staunching
the blood, and my whole arm drags by reason of my hurt,
so that I cannot grasp my sword nor go among my foes and
fight them, thou our prince, Jove’s son Sarpedon, is slain.
Jove defended not his son, do you, therefore, O king, heal
me of my wound, ease my pain and grant me strength both
to cheer on the Lycians and to fight along with them round
the body of him who has fallen.’
Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. He eased
his pain, staunched the black blood from the wound, and
gave him new strength. Glaucus perceived this, and was
thankful that the mighty god had answered his prayer;
forthwith, therefore, he went among the Lycian captains,