| You are PATROCLUS. You justify your tears, telling Achilles about the other leaders, who are all wounded - and pulling no punches. Future generations will curse his name if he refuses to help the Greeks in their hour of need. All they want is a breathing-space, time to regroup. "Lend me your armour, so the Trojans will think I am you, and break off the battle." But Achilles is as adamant as ever. |
