So spoke he, and Meriones, the peer of swift Ares, led the way until they came to the host, at the point where Idomeneus commanded him go. Now when the Trojans had sight of Idomeneus, in might as it were a flame, himself and his squire clad in armour richly adorned, they called one to another through the throng, and all made at him;
ὣς φάτο , Μηριόνης δὲ θοῷ ἀτάλαντος Ἄρηϊ ἦρχ' ἴμεν , ὄφρ' ἀφίκοντο κατὰ στρατὸν ᾗ μιν ἀνώγει , οἳ δ' ὡς Ἰδομενῆα ἴδον φλογὶ εἴκελον ἀλκὴν αὐτὸν καὶ θεράποντα σὺν ἔντεσι δαιδαλέοισι , κεκλόμενοι καθ' ὅμιλον ἐπ' αὐτῷ πάντες ἔβησαν · [0]
ὡς φημί , Μηριόνης δέ θοός ἀτάλαντος Ἄρης ἄρχω εἶμι , ὄφρα ἀφικνέομαι κατά στρατός ᾗ μιν ἄνωγα , ὁ δέ ὡς Ἰδομενεύς εἶδον φλόξ εἴκελος ἀλκή αὐτός καί θεράπων σύν ἔντεα δαιδάλεος , κέλομαι κατά ὅμιλος ἐπί αὐτός πᾶς βαίνω ·