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 Achilles and his horse Xanthus, after the death of Patroclus. Achilles begins:

'Xanthus and Balius both, ye far-famed seed of Podarga! See that ye bring your master home to the host of the Argives In some other sort than your last, when the battle is ended; And not leave him behind, a corpse on the plain, like Patroclus'. Then, from beneath the yoke, the fleet horse Xanthus addressed him: Sudden he bowed his head, and all his mane, as he bowed it, Streamed to the ground by the yoke, escaping from under the collar; And he was given a voice by the white-armed Goddess Hera. 'Truly, yet this time will we save thee, mighty Achilles! But thy day of death is at hand; nor shall we be the reason— No, but the will of heaven, and Fate's invincible power. For by no slow pace or want of swiftness of ours Did the Trojans obtain to strip the arms from Patroclus; But that prince among Gods, the son of the lovely-haired Leto, Slew him fighting in front of the fray, and glorified Hector. But, for us, we vie in speed with the breath of the West-Wind, Which, men say, is the fleetest of winds; 'tis thou who art fated To lie low in death, by the hand of a God and a Mortal'. Thus far he; and here his voice was stopped by the Furies. Then, with a troubled heart, the swift Achilles addressed him: