| You are BRISEIS, beautiful as golden Aphrodite. When you see the mangled body of Patroclus, you are distraught. He was always so kind to you. He had promised to take you home to Phthia, and make you Achilles' wife. Achilles, too, can't help remembering the kindness of his friend. Patroclus' death is harder for him to bear than would be his father Peleus', or his son's. |
