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“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,