Yea, mighty Achilles, safe this day will we bear back thee;
Yet nigh is the day of thy doom. Not guilty thereof be we,
But a mighty God, and the overmastering Doom shall be cause.
For not by our slowness of foot, neither slackness of will it was
That the Trojans availed from Patroclus’ shoulders thine armour to tear;
Nay, but a God most mighty, whom fair-tressed Lêto bare,
Slew him in forefront of fight, giving Hector the glory meed.
But for us, we twain as the blast of the West-wind fleetly could speed,
Which they name for the lightest-winged of the winds; but for thee indeed,
Even thee, is it doomed that by might of a God and a man shalt thou fall.[[120]]