“it is foretold that if Hector dies your death will come straight after.” “Then let me die straight after!” “And Agamemnon?” “Forget him. What is treasure, or Briseis, or honor, or anything next to the life of the one I loved best and dearest, my beloved, my only Patroclus? Patroclus, oh Patroclus!” Achilles threw himself down and howled his despair into the dirt.
