"Lady, excellent goddess," Hecabe cried, "towering friend of Troy, smash Diomedes' lance haft!  Throw him hard below the Skaian Gates, before our eyes!  Upon this altar we'll make offering of twelve young heifers never scarred!  Only show mercy to our town, mercy to Trojan men, their wives and children."

Athena turned away her head.

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