Dolon, Eumedes’ son, made answer thus:⁠— “What thou requirest I will truly tell. On one hand, toward the sea, the bowmen lie Of Caria and Paeonia, and with them Lelegans, Caucons, and the gallant tribe Of the Pelasgians. On the other hand, Toward Thymbra, are the Lycians, the proud race Of Mysia, Phrygia’s knights, and cavalry Of the Maeonians. Why should ye inquire The place of each? If ye design tonight To penetrate into the Trojan camp, There are the Thracians, newly come, apart From all the others: with them is their king, Rhesus, the son of Eioneus; his steeds Are far the largest and most beautiful I ever saw⁠—the snow is not so white, The wind is not so swift. His chariot shines With gold and silver, and the coat of mail In which he came to Troy is all of gold, And gloriously and marvellously bright, Such as becomes not mortal men to wear, But the gods only. Now to your swift Ships Lead me; or bind me fast with thongs, and here Leave me till your return; and ye shall know Whether the words I speak be true or false.”