Forever to the sunlight. When we seekOur vengeance, we shall go not to the Greek.What stranger in that darkness could have trodStraight to where Rhesus lay—unless some GodPointed his path? They knew not, whispered not,Rhesus had ever come. . . . ’Tis all a plot.HECTOR(steadied and courteous again).Good allies I have had since first the GreekSet foot in Troy, and never heard them speakComplaint of Hector. Thou wilt be the first.I have not, by God’s mercy, such a thirstFor horses as to murder for their sake.He turns to his own men.Odysseus! Yet again Odysseus! TakeAll the Greek armies, is there one but heCould have devised, or dared, this devilry?I fear him; yea, fear in mine own despite,Lest Dolon may have crossed him in the nightAnd perished; ’tis so long he cometh not.THRACIAN.I know not who Odysseus is, nor what.I know it was no Greek that wounded us.HECTOR.To think thus pleasures thee? Well, have it thus.