On moved the messengers⁠—before them walked High-born Ulysses⁠—till they stood beside Achilles. He beheld, and with the harp Sprang from his seat, surprised. Patroclus saw The heroes also, and arose. Their hands The swift Achilles took in his, and said:⁠—

“Welcome! Ye come as friends. Some pressing cause Must surely bring you hither, whom I prize, Wronged as I am, beyond all other Greeks.”

Thus speaking, the great son of Peleus led His guests still farther on, and seated them On couches spread with purple coverings, And thus addressed Patroclus, who was near:⁠—

“Son of Menoetius, bring a larger vase, And mingle purer wine, and place a cup For each, since these are most beloved friends⁠— These warriors who now sit beneath my roof.”