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Leto, ‘Leto, I shall not fight you; it is ill to come to blows
with any of Jove’s wives. Therefore boast as you will among
the immortals that you worsted me in fair fight.’
Leto then gathered up Diana’s bow and arrows that had
fallen about amid the whirling dust, and when she had got
them she made all haste after her daughter. Diana had now
reached Jove’s bronze-floored mansion on Olympus, and
sat herself down with many tears on the knees of her fa-
ther, while her ambrosial raiment was quivering all about
her. The son of Saturn drew her towards him, and laughing
pleasantly the while began to question her saying, ‘Which
of the heavenly beings, my dear child, has been treating you
in this cruel manner, as though you had been misconduct-
ing yourself in the face of everybody?’ and the fair-crowned
goddess of the chase answered, ‘It was your wife Juno, fa-
ther, who has been beating me; it is always her doing when
there is any quarrelling among the immortals.’
Thus did they converse, and meanwhile Phoebus Apollo
entered the strong city of Ilius, for he was uneasy lest the
wall should not hold out and the Danaans should take the
city then and there, before its hour had come; but the rest
of the ever-living gods went back, some angry and some
triumphant to Olympus, where they took their seats beside
Jove lord of the storm cloud, while Achilles still kept on
dealing out death alike on the Trojans and on their hors-
es. As when the smoke from some burning city ascends to
heaven when the anger of the gods has kindled it—there
is then toil for all, and sorrow for not a few—even so did
Achilles bring toil and sorrow on the Trojans.

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