“The first Greek we meet, a big troop with him, is Androgeos. Unsuspecting, thinking we are an allied force, he even speaks friendly words: ‘Hurry up, men, why such slowness and delay? Troy is in flames, others are taking and sacking it, and you are just coming from the high ships’, he says; and immediately, receiving no reassuring reply, realises he has fallen right in with enemies. He stops short, and falls back in silence. Like a man who, struggling through, treads on a glittering snake unseen on the ground among the rough thorns, and in sudden fear steps backas its anger kindles and it puffs up its blue neck, so Androgeos draws away, trembling at the sight. We rush them, hemming them in with weapons on all sides, and cut them down everywhere, unfamiliar as they are with their surroundings and gripped by fear. Fortune breathes on this, our first action; in high spirits and buoyed by success, Coroebus speaks: ‘Comrades, when fortune shows us a way to safety, and under the best of auspices , let us follow! Let’s switch shields, and gird on the emblems of the Greeks – why, when dealing with an enemy, make a distinction between stratagem and skill at arms? The enemy themselves will supply our weapons!’ And he dons Androgeos’s plumed helmet and his shield blazoned with his famous crest, and girds a Greek sword to his side. Elated, Rhipeus, Dymas and all of our warriors do the same, and every man equips himself from new-won trophies. Under this borrowed identity we advance, mingling with the Greeks, joining combat many times in the darkness of the night, and send down many to Hades. Some run for their ships, seeking the safety of the shore; some in shameful panic climb back up the mighty horse and hide in its familiar womb.”