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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg060.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="30"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="9"><p>He was now, by reason of his age, too unwieldy for such struggles, but he withstood and cut down his assailants with vigour and courage until he was wounded in the hand with a lance; besides, his breastplate hardly sufficed to resist the other missiles and hand-to-hand thrusts, and he was smitten through his shield by many spears and lances, and when these were broken off he fell to the ground. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="10"><p>Then, after he had been snatched away by his soldiers, he put Timonides in command of these, while he himself, mounting a horse, rode about the city rallying the flying Syracusans, and bringing up a detachment of his mercenaries who were guarding Achradina, led them against the Barbarians,—fresh and eager reserves against a worn-out foe, and one that already despaired of his cause. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="11"><p>For they had expected at their first onset to overrun and occupy the whole city, and now that they had unexpectedly encountered men who could smite and fight, they retired towards time acropolis. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="12"><p>But as they gave ground, the Greeks pressed all the harder upon them, so that they turned their backs and were driven into the shelter of the citadel; they had slain seventy-four of Dion’s men, and had lost many of their own number. </p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="31"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>The victory was a brilliant one, and the Syracusans rewarded Dion’s mercenaries with a hundred minas, while the mercenaries honoured Dion with a wreath of gold. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>And now heralds came down from Dionysius bringing letters to Dion from the women of his family. There was also one addressed outside, <q type="title">To his father, from Hipparinus</q>; </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>for this was the name of Dion’s son. Timaeus, it is true, says he was called Aretaeus, from his mother Arete; but on this point at least, in my opinion, Timonides is rather to be trusted, who was a friend and fellow-soldier of Dion’s. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>Well, then, the rest of the letters were read aloud to the Syracusans, and contained many supplications and entreaties from the women; but that which purported to be from Dion’s son, the people would not allow to be opened in public. Dion, however, insisted upon it, and opened the letter. </p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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