Now, now, what the gods do not know cannot come back to smite him...
"Come now, son of Hades, what is this you are saying?" Achilles answers as he rises to join Zagreus. "True, in arts of war I am unmatched, no man my equal in all of Achaea — but in music, fleet-fingered Orpheus stands alone among men, rivaled only by shining Apollo."
What he does not say is that he has not picked up the lyre since Menoetius' gallant son Patroclus was cut down by man-killing Hector, since he raged like wildfire through the Trojan ranks, razing everything in his path — since he lay Patroclus on his pyre and watched the funeral flames overtake the dearest life he knew. His fingers remember their way across the strings, but his heart does not follow.
"Moreover, is it true that the Lord of the Dead has made Orpheus his bard?"
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"Come now, son of Hades, what is this you are saying?" Achilles answers as he rises to join Zagreus. "True, in arts of war I am unmatched, no man my equal in all of Achaea — but in music, fleet-fingered Orpheus stands alone among men, rivaled only by shining Apollo."
What he does not say is that he has not picked up the lyre since Menoetius' gallant son Patroclus was cut down by man-killing Hector, since he raged like wildfire through the Trojan ranks, razing everything in his path — since he lay Patroclus on his pyre and watched the funeral flames overtake the dearest life he knew. His fingers remember their way across the strings, but his heart does not follow.
"Moreover, is it true that the Lord of the Dead has made Orpheus his bard?"