Menes, Menius's brave companion, ran to the finish line after the glorious Meraus, pulling down a distance equal to a spear throw, and his horse, though with its beautiful mane, was the slowest pair of legs, and he himself was the inferior rider of the racers.

The last to arrive was Melos, the son of Methos, who dragged the beautiful carriage and drove the horses that went ahead.

Seeing this, the brave and brilliant Nodin, with compassion, stood up and stood in the midst of the people of the coalition army, and spoke, and his voice flew into the ears of all those present like wings: "A best rider, who drives a galloping horse, ends up in the last place, so let us give him a prize, his share of it, and the first prize to Modus." ”

Nodin said this, and his proposition was approved by the people, and he was ready to let Menius take the mare, but the son of the strong-hearted Nestor, Rokos, got up and argued, and said: "Nodin, if you do this, I will be very angry! You intend to sell my prize, in view of the damage to his chariot and his horse, and of himself, a skilled rider, and he should pray to the Almighty and the angels, that he will not fall behind all the riders! But if you have pity on him and like him, then it is all right, for your camp has gold, bronze, fat sheep, maids, and horses with quick hooves and legs, and you may take out a greater prize from it and give it to him, or you may cash it at once, and win the praise of the people of the West City, and as for this mare, I will not give it up, and whoever wants to take it away, let him come up and fight me, and overcome me with his hands!"

There was no small risk that such a controversy would have provoked the wrath of the grumpy Nodin, but Nodin, the Remarkable Footer, out of his affection for Lokos, smiled and spoke to his beloved companion, and the words flew into his ear like wings: " Rockus, thou wilt thou shalt me take out of the dwelling house another thing and give it to Melos as a gift for the settlement of the dispute, and I will do as thou say, and I will give him a cuirass, stripped of the spoils of Paios, cast in bronze, and bordered with shining white tin. This gift will be cherished by him. ”

When Nodin had finished speaking, he told his close companion Omidon to return to the camp and take the corset, which returned with the armor and placed it in the hands of the winner, and Melos gladly accepted the gift.

At this moment, Meraus, weighing down the pain in his heart, stood up, and with an indisquenchable resentment against Rokos, the messenger put the scepter in his hand and called his people to listen in silence.

Moraus, a mortal like an angel, exclaimed, "Rockus, you used to be a clear-headed man, but now, look what stupid things you've done!" Come, ruler of the coalition, leader of the army, now, I beg you to judge the two of you, and not to show favoritism, so that the people of the West in bronze armor will not be mistaken in the future: that Meraus defeated Logos, and by deceit, took the mare, whose legs were far less swift than his opponents, but who, by virtue of his power and position, plundered the prize, and let me deal with the matter myself, and I do not think that any of the people of the West City will accuse me, and I will do it fairlyCome, Rockus, beloved by the Almighty, and follow our rules, stand before your chariot and horse, and take hold of the slender leather whip which you have just driven, and lay your hand on the horse, and swear to the earth-splitting angel who surrounds and shakes the earth: Thou hast not thwarted my carriage by crooked means!"

After hearing these words of Meraus, the clever Rokos replied: "Say no more, my lord. I am much younger than you, Merauth, and you are older than me, and a greater man, and you know, young man is strong-blooded, and always loves to transgress the rules, and I am quick-witted and have no choice but to judge shallowness, and may I be able to give up the mare which I have won to you willingly, and if you want something better than this, from my stock, I will take it at once, and give it to you with pleasure, the king beloved by the Almighty, and I do not want to lose thy favor in the future, and make false oaths, and speak big words in the face of angels, but do not keep them in the future。 ”

After saying this, the son of the strong-hearted Stoll took the mare to Meraus, and delivered it into his hand, and the latter's anger vanished at this time, like morning dew moistening the ears of grain, in the season when the stalks stood and the waves of the valley rolled, and just like that, the fields of Merauth's heart were soothed and softened.

Murauth opened his mouth to speak, and the words flew out as if they had grown wings: "Now, Lokos, I would like to vent my resentment, and shake hands with you, forgive you for your steadfastness and humility in the past, but today, this time, the recklessness of the young man has subdued your sensitivity, but next time you must be careful not to deceive a leader of a higher position than you; But you are different, for my sake you have fought long and endured hardships, with your noble father and your brother, and I will accept your plea, and even give you this mare, though it is mine, that it may be known that I am neither stubborn nor arrogant. ”

With these words, Merauth handed the mare to Normund, and it was Rokos's companion who took the shining cauldron himself.

Menes was fourth, taking the two Talantong's gold, and there was a fifth prize, the jar with two handles, which had no winner.

Nodin took it, walked through the gathered crowds of allied troops, held it to Stoll, stood beside him, and said: "Take this, old man, as a treasure, as a memorial, for the funeral of Nogen; from now on, you will never see him again in the crowd of the people of Xicheng, and I will give you this prize as a gift, for you will never take part in a fight again, whether it be boxing or wrestling, whether it is throwing a gun in the open field, or running with a loose leg, the weight of age is already squeezing your back." ”

Nodin said this, placing the gift in Stoll's hand, who accepted it with joy, and spoke, and the words flew like wings to the people: "Yes, child, you are right in every word. My knees are no longer strong, my dear friend, my feet are no longer strong, and my arms are not as strong as they used to be, and they can no longer swing easily with my shoulders. I would like to be as young as I had done before, with all my might, when the Eris were busy burying the king of Amarencius in Buprasion, and his sons were holding a contest to pay homage to the king, and in that place no one among the Eris was my opponent, not even among us Pros or among the strong-hearted Aetolians. In boxing, I knocked over Kruto, the son of Enopus, in wrestling, I knocked down the Pleuon, Caius, who was against me, in the race, I beat Cross, even though he was fast, my spear was beyond the reach of Doros and Frius, but in the car race, I lost to the sons of Ketor, and they were just trying to win because the greatest prize was left for the winner of the race, they were twin brothers, one holding the reins, yes, holding the reins, and the other whipping the horse, and this was me, who was I, who I used to beNow, such a struggle is to be borne by the young and strong of the present, and as for me, I must submit to the bitter old age, and accept the exhortation of the angels of the old age, but in the past, I was indeed a star shining among the heroes, and go, continue the race in the funeral, and pay tribute to the dead companions, and I accept your gifts, and thank you for your kindness, and I am glad that you have not forgotten my friendship, and have lost no time in showing respect for me, and the honor that I deserve among the people of the West City, and for all that you have done to me, may the Almighty and the angels bring you happiness and make you happy！”

With the aftermath of his praise, Nodin quietly listened to every word of Stoll's praise, walked through the Xicheng soldiers of the brigade, brought out the prizes, and prepared to start the next game: boxing, which was pregnant and painful.

Nodin took out a sturdy mule and tied it to the ring, a six-year-old with teeth that had never been yoke, the most difficult breed of the kind.

He also took out a double-handled wine glass as a prize for the loser.

Then Nodin stood up and shouted to the gathered people of Xicheng: "All the people of Xicheng who are strong in shins! All the warriors of the coalition! Now we invite two warriors, the best of you, to compete for these prizes, and to raise their fists and fight! Whoever can be helped by the angel of war to smit down his opponent, and to be witnessed by all the people of Xicheng, let him take this hard-working mule and bring it to his own barracks, and the two-handled wine cup will be given to the defeated racer in the ring." ”

As soon as Nodin finished speaking, a tall, strong and brave man stood up in the crowd, none other than Peios, who was skilled in boxing! He put his hand on a hard-working mule and shouted: "Whoever wants to take this double-handled wine cup must let him come up! Let me tell you, among all the people of Xicheng, no one wants to put me down and use his fist to take this mule away! I am an invincible boxer! On the battlefield, I am not a first-class soldier, but so what? No one can master everything, and I'll tell you honestly, and if it happens, I'm going to tear my opponent's flesh and flesh and smash his bones!

When Peios said this, everyone was stunned, except for Alos, an angelic mortal whose father had defeated all his opponents in a contest to sacrifice the dead.

First, their retinue fastened the boxer's belt, and then, wrapping the knuckles of their fingers, with neatly cut strips of leather taken from the bulls roaming the pastures. The two fighters were tied up and strode across the circle, facing each other in a face-to-face stance.

For a moment, the thick arms stretched back and forth, the stiff fists waved each other, the teeth gnashed with terrible sounds, and the sweat soaked every tendon;

Like a sea fish, he jumped out of the water swept by the north wind, and then plunged into the shallows overgrown with aquatic weeds, and was swallowed up by a black wave of water, Alos could not bear the blow of his fist, and collapsed to the ground, and the strong-hearted Peos stretched out his arms and helped him to his feet. His close companions stepped forward and lifted him out of the ring, the latter dragging his legs, spitting thick blood and his head hanging to the side, and the companions carried him to the gathering point of the group, and seeing that he was still unconscious, stepped forward to retrieve the two-handled cup for him.

Immediately afterwards, Nodin took out two more prizes and displayed them in front of everyone for the third competition, which was a wrestling competition full of pain.

The winner will receive a huge copper tripod, a cooking utensil set on the fire, which is worth the price of twelve fat oxen according to the estimation of the people of Xicheng themselves.

To the loser of the competition, Nodin brought out a woman, skilled in a variety of manual work, and placed it in the crowd for four fat cows.

He stood up and shouted to the gathered coalition troops, "Get up, two people will compete for the prize of this competition!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd stood tall and burly Nughou, and then Nuji stood up, a resourceful elite.

The two of them were tied, striding across the circle, clinging to each other's strong and powerful arms, like the rafters clasped together, like the craftsmanship of a famous craftsman, in a towering house, its roof, resisting the blowing of the wind, and the strong man's back rattling, bearing the rough pressure and pushing of the big hands, drenched in sweat, pouring down, in the ribs, on the shoulders, bursting out of blood, bruised, red, they fought with all their strength, for the victory of the competition and the cauldron of fine workmanship.

Noji couldn't bring down Nougou and threw him to the ground, and Nougou couldn't do the same, Nouji's great force pushed against his advance, and seeing them compete with each other, the people of Xicheng, who had strong shins and armor, became bored because the two of them had been fighting for a long time, and at last, Nochou shouted, "Resourceful Nugzi, do it, lift me up, or I will arrest you, and success or failure is decided by the Almighty One on High!"

When he had finished speaking, he shouted with his arms and lifted himself, but he was resourceful and had a trick of control, and he moved his knee socket from behind, loosened his tendons, and fell on his back in the mud, and he threw himself on his chest.

People stared at each other in amazement.

Then, the ordeal fighter and the great Noji tried to lift the ugly, but they could only push his huge body slightly, but they could not lift him off the ground.

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