He spake: Patroclus then in glittering brass Arrayed himself; and first around his thighs He put the beautiful greaves, and fastened them With silver clasps; around his chest he bound The breastplate of the swift Aeacides, With star-like points, and richly chased; he hung The sword with silver studs and blade of brass Upon his shoulders, and with it the shield Solid and vast; upon his gallant head He placed the glorious helm with horse-hair plume, That grandly waved on high. Two massive spears He took, that fitted well his grasp, but left The spear which great Achilles only bore, Heavy and huge and strong, and which no arm Among the Greeks save his could poise; his strength Alone sufficed to wield it. ’Twas an ash Which Chiron felled in Pelion’s top, and gave To Peleus, that it yet might be the death Of heroes. Then he called, to yoke with speed The steeds, Automedon, whom he esteemed Next to Achilles, that great scatterer Of armies; for he found him ever firm In battle, breasting faithfully its shock. Automedon led forth to take the yoke