CHAPTER XV
THE DEATH OF HECTOR
Fierce and long raged the battle around the body
of Patroclus. And while the armies fought, a messenger
hastened to the tent of Achilles to tell him that his comrade
was slain and that the Trojans fought for his body as it lay
naked on the ground, stripped of its armour. 'Thy armour,'
said the messenger, 'Hector has taken for himself.'
When Achilles heard the bitter tidings he took dust and poured it with both hands upon his head. 'As he thought thereon, he shed big tears, now lying on his side, now on his back, now on his face, and then anon he would rise upon his feet, and roam wildly beside the beach of the salt sea.' As he cried aloud in his grief his mother, Thetis, heard in her home beneath the sea. Swiftly she sped to her son that she might learn why he wept.
Achilles told her all that had befallen Patroclus, and how he himself cared no longer to live, save only that he might slay Hector who had killed his friend.
Thetis bade her son wait but till the morrow before he went to battle, and she would bring him armour made by the great Fire-god.
Then she left him and prayed the god Hephaestus, keeper of the forge, to give her armour for her dear son.
Hephaestus was pleased to work for so goodly a warrior as Achilles. Quickly he set his twenty bellows to work, and when the fire blazed in the forge, he threw into it bronze and silver and gold. Then taking a great hammer in his hand he fashioned a marvellous shield, more marvellous than words
