193 As he was
mulling it over within his mind and spirit,
pulling his
hefty blade from its sheath, Athena descended
down from
the heavens; for Hera the white-armed goddess had sent her,
equally
loving them both in her heart, and concerned for them likewise.
Standing
behind him, she grasped the golden hair of Pelides,
only
appearing to him, so that none of the others could see her.
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