So spake the swift Pelides, and the chiefs Complied; and first they quenched with dark red wine The pyre, where’er the flames had spread, and where Lay the deep ashes; then, with many tears, Gathered the white bones of their gentle friend, And laid them in a golden vase, wrapped round With caul, a double fold. Within the tents They placed them softly, wrapped in delicate lawn, Then drew a circle for the sepulchre, And, laying its foundations to enclose The pyre, they heaped the earth, and, having reared A mound, withdrew. Achilles yet detained The multitude, and made them all sit down, A vast assembly. From the ships he brought The prizes⁠—cauldrons, tripods, steeds, and mules, Oxen in sturdy pairs, and graceful maids, And shining steel. Then for the swiftest steeds A princely prize he offered first⁠—a maid Of peerless form, and skilled in household arts, And a two-handled tripod of a size For two-and-twenty measures. He gave out The second prize⁠—a mare unbroken yet, Of six years old, and pregnant with a mule. For the third winner in the race he staked