| You are PATROCLUS. You are leading the Myrmidons into battle. They are like a swarm of wasps, used to being teased by small boys in their roadside nest, who fly out menacingly each time a stranger passes. The Trojans are panic-stricken when they see you; believing, of course, that you are Achilles. You clear them from Protesilaus' ship and put out the fire. They retreat in utter confusion, while you and the other Greeks cause havoc. Many Trojan war-chariots were trapped in the ditch. |
