Sleep turned to death for the Thracian king
Rhesus and twelve of his men, roused to
oblivion by Diomedes. They had only
just arrived at Troy and failing the first
test of prowess, keeping good watch, were
snuffed out the merest victims. Odysseus
meanwhile, since the king wouldn’t be needing
them, took Rhesus’s magnificent chariot
horses. So, as the spectacle of the
allies, now neutrals, was appalling the
Trojan camp, the perpetrators of this
exemplary ruthlessness made their own
lines in style, to the question whether a
god must have given them such creatures.