“Every day the huge wooden gate they called the Skaian Gate, which faced the Plain and the sea beyond the Plain, opened wide, and the chariots poured through, filled with armed soldiers.”
“Have you come from the mountains? How wonderful to be able to fly over the city on those bronze wings! I wish I wasn’t stuck here on the ground. I wish I could fly with you!”
“Lord Hector always led them out. Behind the chariots came the foot soldiers. The Greeks came, too, in chariots and on foot, from the tents that they had put up on the beach, and then both armies began to hack and stab one another and many died.”