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PARIS (ALEXANDRUS)

When they were close up with one another, Alexandrus came forward as

champion on the Trojan side. On his shoulders he bore the skin of a

panther, his bow, and his sword, and he brandished two spears shod

with bronze as a challenge to the bravest of the Achaeans to meet

him in single fight. Menelaus saw him thus stride out before the

ranks, and was glad as a hungry lion that lights on the carcase of

some goat or horned stag, and devours it there and then, though dogs

and youths set upon him. Even thus was Menelaus glad when his eyes

caught sight of Alexandrus, for he deemed that now he should be

revenged. He sprang, therefore, from his chariot, clad in his suit

of armour.

Alexandrus quailed as he saw Menelaus come forward, and shrank in

fear of his life under cover of his men. As one who starts back

affrighted, trembling and pale, when he comes suddenly upon a

serpent in some mountain glade, even so did Alexandrus plunge into the

throng of Trojan warriors, terror-stricken at the sight of the son

Atreus.

Then Hector upbraided him. "Paris," said he, "evil-hearted Paris,

fair to see, but woman-mad, and false of tongue,

would that you had never been born, or that you had died unwed.”

BOOK 3