And there unto him were gathered strangers:
From Argos the horse-land, from Thebes they hied,
And from Pisa, and Arcady’s mountain-rangers;
But of all that came in his land to abide
Was Aegina’s and Aktor’s son honoured most,
Menoitius, whose son with the Atreids’ host
Unto Teuthras’ plain by the Troyland coast
Sailed. There alone by Achilles’ side
Steadfast he stood, when Telephus turning
The valiant Danaans backward in flight,
Of their sea-pacing galleys essayed the burning;
So that all men knew who could deem aright
That a brave soul dwelt in Patroclus’ breast.
And the son of Thetis with earnest request
Exhorted him, yea, with insistent behest:
“Never hereafter in murderous fight