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were a god, and giving chase to those whom he would slay,
           till the dark earth ran with blood. Or as one who yokes
            broad-browed oxen that they may tread barley in a thresh-
           ing-floor—and it is soon bruised small under the feet of the
            lowing cattle—even so did the horses of Achilles trample
            on the shields and bodies of the slain. The axle underneath
            and  the  railing  that  ran  round  the  car  were  bespattered
           with  clots  of  blood  thrown  up  by  the  horses’  hoofs,  and
           from the tyres of the wheels; but the son of Peleus pressed
            on to win still further glory, and his hands were bedrabbled
           with gore.




























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