Walking through a field the other day I saw this sheep that had just given birth to a lamb.
Menelaus, the war loving som of Atreus, did not fail to notice that Patroclus had been overcome in battle. He went trough the front ranks, armed in gleaming bronze and stood over him like a mother stands over her calf, giving birth for the first time, whining, knowing nothing of childbirth, so fair haired Menelaus stood over Patroclus.
οὐδ᾽ ἔλαθ᾽ Ἀτρέος υἱὸν ἀρηΐφιλον Μενέλαον
Πάτροκλος Τρώεσσι δαμεὶς ἐν δηϊοτῆτι.
βῆ δὲ διὰ προμάχων κεκορυθμένος αἴθοπι χαλκῷ,
ἀμφὶ δ᾽ ἄρ᾽ αὐτῷ βαῖν᾽ ὥς τις περὶ πόρτακι μήτηρ
5πρωτοτόκος κινυρὴ οὐ πρὶν εἰδυῖα τόκοιο:
ὣς περὶ Πατρόκλῳ βαῖνε ξανθὸς Μενέλαος.