Meanwhile the Argives were neither driven
towards their ships by Mars and Hector, nor yet did they attack them; when they knew that Mars was with the Trojans they retreated, but kept their faces still turned towards the foe.
We were driven
on to them from the open sea, but I and those who are with me escaped the jaws of death.
As it is evident that my people have advised me wrongly, I will not cast you three people into the dreadful Garden of the Clinging Vines; but your animals must be driven
into the Black Pit in the mountain, for my subjects cannot bear to have them around.