Among the pickets—spies had passed some spotClose by the camp. The men who saw them notTalk much, and they who saw, or might have seen,Can give no sign nor token. It had beenMy purpose to find Hector where he lay.ATHENA.Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array.Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.PARIS.Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deepMy trust is, that all thought of fear is lostIn comfort, and I turn me to my post.