Metamorphoses - Book 12:590

Do you rue the slaughter of so many thousands

defending the city?

Not to mention each one, are you haunted at least by

the ghost

of Hector, whose body was dragged all round the

stronghold he fought for?

Meanwhile that monster Achilles, a man more

blood-polluted

than war itself, lives on to ravage the work of our

hands.

Let him come my way: I'll ensure that he feels the

power of my trident.

But since I may not engage with my foe directly, I ask

you

to shoot an invisible arrow to catch the brute

unawares.'