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Crantor (mythology)

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Ovid
Metamorphoses


 * 12.355–392
 * Demoleon could no longer stand and look
 * on Theseus and his unrestrained success.
 * He struggled with vast effort to tear up
 * an old pine, trunk and all, with its long roots,
 * and, failing shortly in that first attempt,
 * he broke it off and hurled it at his foe.
 * But Theseus saw the pine tree in its flight
 * and, warned by Pallas, got beyond its range—
 * his boast was, Pallas had directed him!
 * And yet, the missle was not launched in vain.
 * It sheared the left shoulder and the breast
 * from tall Crantor. He, Achilles, was
 * your father's armor bearer and was given
 * by King Amyntor, when he sued for peace.


 * “When Peleus at a distance saw him torn
 * and mangled, he exclaimed, ‘At least receive
 * this sacrifice, O Crantor! most beloved!
 * Dearest of young men!’
 * And with sturdy arm
 * and all his strength of soul as well, he hurled
 * his ashen lance against Demoleon,
 * which piercing through his shivered ribs, hung there
 * and quivered in the bones. The centaur wrenched
 * the wooden shaft out, with his frenzied hands,
 * but could not move the pointed head, which stuck
 * within his lungs. His very anguish gave
 * him such a desperation, that he rose
 * against his foe and trampled and beat down
 * the hero with his hoofs, Peleus allowed
 * the blows to fall on helm and ringing shield.
 * Protected so, he watched his time and thrust
 * up through the centaur's shoulder. By one stroke
 * he pierced two breasts, where horse and man-form met.