As she spoke she set the armour before Achilles,and it rang out bravely as she did so. The Myrmidons were struck with awe, and none dared look full at it,for they were afraid; but Achilles was roused to still greater fury, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light,for he was glad when he handled the splendid present which the god had made him. Then, as soon as he had satisfied himself with looking at it, he said to his mother, "Mother, the god has given me armour, meet handiwork for an immortal and such as no-one living could have fashioned; I will now arm, but I much fear that flies will settle upon the son of Menoetius and breed worms about his wounds, so that his body, now he is dead, will be disfigured and the flesh will rot."