Slain with their herdsmen by some human hand.

On him with one consent all lay the guilt:

And by a scout who marked him o’er the plain,

In mad career, alone, with reeking sword,

I duly was informed, and instantly

I sped upon the spoor, and now the tracks

I recognise, and now am all at fault,

Without a clue to tell me whose they are.

Most welcome then thy advent; thine the hand

That ever guided and shall guide my path.

I know, Odysseus, and set forth betimes

To meet thee and abet thee in this chase.

Tell me, dear mistress, will my quest succeed?

Know that the guilty man is he thou seek’st.

What moved him to this rash, insensate deed?

Resentment touching dead Achilles’ arms.

Why did he fall upon the innocent sheep?

He thought his hands were gory with your blood.

What, was this onslaught planned against the Greeks?