So he spoke, and rushed back within doors: he calls for
his steeds, and joys to look on them snorting and neighing—the
steeds which Orithyia gave as a present to Pilumnus,
to surpass the snows in whiteness, the winds in speed. 25
Round them stand the bustling charioteers, patting their
chests with hollow palms and combing their maned necks.
Next he throws round his shoulders his hauberk, stiff
with scales of gold and dazzling orichalc,[282] and adjusts to
his wear the sword, the shield, and the cones of the crimson 30
crest—that sword the Fire-god’s own hand had made for