Thence did they wrench the carven stone which graceth the dead who in Hades lie,
And hurled it against Polydeukes’ breast; howbeit they crushed him not thereby,
Nor drave him backward; but onward he rushed with his lance as the lightning flashing,
And sped against Lynkeus the brazen point thereof through the ribs of him crashing.
And Zeus against Idas hurled a smouldering thunderbolt of fiery glow.
So together unmourned were the twain consumed. Hard is it to strive with a mightier foe.