“Then let our message straight go forth to Cheiron’s cave divine,
Nor once again let Nereus’ daughter set the leaves of strife
In hands of Gods; but when the midmonth orbèd moonbeams shine
At eventide, then let her loose her maiden zone, the wife
Most lovely of a hero.” So the Goddess spake, preventing
The ruin-day of Kronos’ sons. And they in one consenting
Bent their immortal brows. Nor did her counsel’s fruitage wither;
For told it is that these two Kings in friendship came together
To Thetis’ bridal. And the lips of bards have published far
To them that saw it not the mighty prowess in the war
Of young Achilles, how he poured a dusky-crimson stain,
The life-blood of king Telephus, on Mysia’s vine-clad plain,