He spake, and rushed tumultuously upon Achilles, raging on high
and seething with foam and blood and dead men. And the dark flood of the heaven-fed River rose towering above him, and was at point to overwhelm the son of Peleus. But Hera called aloud, seized with fear for Achilles, lest the great deep-eddying River should sweep him away.
And forthwith she spake unto Hephaestus, her dear son: “Rouse thee, Crook-foot, my child! for it was against thee that we deemed eddying Xanthus to be matched in fight.1
Nay, bear thou aid with speed, and put forth thy flames unstintedly.
But I will hasten and rouse from the sea a fierce blast of the West Wind and the white South, that shall utterly consume the dead Trojans and their battle gear, ever driving on the evil flame; and do thou along the banks of Xanthus burn up his trees, and beset him about with fire, nor let him anywise turn thee back with soft words or with threatenings;
neither stay thou thy fury, save only when I call to thee with a shout; then do thou stay thy unwearied fire.”
So spake she, and Hephaestus made ready wondrous-blazing fire. First on the plain was the fire kindled, and burned the dead, the many dead that lay thick therein, slain by Achilles;
and all the plain was parched, and the bright water was stayed. And as when in harvest-time the North Wind quickly parcheth again a freshly-watered orchard, and glad is he that tilleth it; so was the whole plain parched, and the dead he utterly consumed; and then against the River he turned his gleaming flame.
Burned were the elms and the willows and the tamarisks, burned the lotus and the rushes and the galingale, that round the fair streams of the river grew abundantly; tormented were the eels and the fishes in the eddies, and in the fair streams they plunged this way and that,
sore distressed by the blast of Hephaestus of many wiles. Burned too was the mighty River, and he spake and addressed the god:“Hephaestus, there is none of the gods that can vie with thee, nor will I fight thee, ablaze with fire as thou art. Cease thou from strife,, and as touching the Trojans, let goodly Achilles forthwith
drive them forth from out their city; what part have I in strife or in bearing aid?”