Dolon, Eumedes’ son, made answer thus:⁠— “What thou requirest I will truly tell. Hector is with his counsellors, and now, Apart from all the bustle, at the tomb Of Ilus the divine, he plans the war. Sentries, of whom thou speakest, there are none; No chosen band, O hero! has in charge To guard the camp. By all their blazing fires, Constrained by need, the Trojans keep awake, And each exhorts his fellow to maintain The watch: not so the auxiliar troops who came From far: they sleep, and since they have no wives Nor children near, they let the Trojans watch.”

Then thus the man of wiles, Ulysses, spake:⁠— “How sleep they⁠—mingled with the knights of Troy Or by themselves? Tell me, that I may know.”