the horses to the chariot, Bayard and Piebald,
and with them in the side harness, Pedasus; and they two were deathless
steeds, but he was mortal.

Meanwhile Achilles had called the Myrmidons to battle. Fifty ships had he
brought to Troy, and in each there were fifty men. Five leaders they had,
and the bravest of the five was Pisander.

Then Achilles said, "Forget not, ye Myrmidons, the bold words that ye
spake against the men of Troy during the days of my wrath, making
complaint that I kept you from the battle against your will. Now,
therefore, ye have that which you desired."

So the Myrmidons went to the battle in close array, helmet to helmet, and
shield to shield, close as the stones with which a builder builds a wall.
And in front went Patroclus, and Automedon in the chariot beside him. Then
Achilles went to his tent and took a great cup from the chest, which
Thetis his mother had given him. Now no man drank of that cup but he only,
nor did he pour out of it libations to any of the Gods, but only to Zeus.
This first he cleansed with sulphur, and then with water from the spring.
And after this he washed his hands, and stood in the midst of the space
before his tent, and poured out of it to Zeus, saying, "O Zeus, I send my
comrade to this battle; make him strong and bold, and give him glory, and
bring him home safe to the ships, and my people with him."

So he prayed, and Father Zeus heard him, and part he granted and part
denied.

But now Patroclus with the Myrmidons had come to where the battle was
raging about the ship of Protesilaus, and when the men of Troy beheld him
they thought that Achilles had forgotten his wrath and was come forth to
the war. And first Patroclus slew Pyraechmes, who was the chief of the
Paeonians who live on the banks of the broad Axius. Then the men of Troy
turned to flee, and many chiefs of fame fell by the spears of the Greeks.
So the battle rolled back to the trench, and in the trench many chariots
of the Trojans were broken, but the horses of Achilles went across it at a
stride, so nimble were they and strong. And the heart of Patroclus was set
to slay Hector; but he could not overtake him, so swift were his horses.
Then did Patroclus turn his chariot, and keep back those that fled, that
they should not go to the city, and rushed hither and thither, still
slaying as he went.

But Sarpedon, when he saw the Lycians dismayed and scattered, called to
them that they should be of goo