“Hektor, had you thought that you could kill Patróklos and be safe? Nothing to dread from me; I was not there. All childishness. Though distant then, Patróklos’ comrade in arms was greater far than he— and it is I who had been left behind that day beside the deepsea ships who now have made your knees give way. The dogs and kites will rip your body. His will lie in honor when the Akhaians give him funeral.”