My poor son has just heard of Patroclus’ death at the hands of Hector. I heard his wailing from the ocean, and I’ve promised to watch over Patroclus’ body until burial. I asked Hesphaestus to forge Achilles a new set of armour, if he waits one day for his revenge.
Achilles has agreed to return to battle; but I fear that revenge will overwhelm him. Oh, my dear son.