She ceased, nor did the All-Father disregard Her words. He caused a bloody dew to fall Upon the earth in sorrow for the son Whom well he loved, and whom Patroclus soon Should slay upon the fertile plain of Troy, Far from the pleasant land that saw his birth.

The warriors now drew near. Patroclus slew The noble Thrasymelus, who had been Sarpedon’s valiant comrade in the war. Below the belt he smote him, and he fell Lifeless. Sarpedon threw his shining lance; It missed, but struck the courser Pedasus In the right shoulder. With a groan he fell In dust, and, moaning, breathed his life away. Then the two living horses sprang apart, And the yoke creaked, and the entangled reins Were useless, fastened to the fallen horse. Automedon, the mighty spearman, saw The remedy, and from his brawny thigh He drew his sword, and cut the outside horse Loose from his fellows. They again were brought Together, and obeyed the reins once more; And the two chiefs renewed the mortal fight.