So spoke he, and wind-footed swift Iris did not fail to listen, but went down from the hills of Ida to sacred Ilios.
ὣς ἔφατ' , οὐ δ' ἀπίθησε ποδήνεμος ὠκέα Ἶρις , βῆ δὲ κατ' Ἰδαίων ὀρέων εἰς Ἴλιον ἱρήν .
ὡς φημί , οὐ δέ ἀπιθέω ποδήνεμος ὠκύς Ἶρις , βαίνω δέ κατά Ἰδαῖος ὄρος εἰς Ἴλιος ἱρός .