The portals re-echoed with the sound, the bars held no longer, and the doors flew open, one one way, and the other the other, through the force of the blow.

Then brave Hector leaped inside with a face as dark as that of flying night.

The gleaming bronze flashed fiercely about his body and he had two spears in his hand.

None but a god could have withstood him as he flung himself into the gateway, and his eyes glared like fire.

Then he turned round towards the Trojans and called on them to scale the wall, and they did as he bade them--some of them at once climbing over the wall, while others passed through the gates.