The sun was beginning to beat upon the fields,fresh risen into the vault of heaven from the slow still currents of deep Oceanus, when the two armies met. They could hardly recognise their dead, but they washed the clotted gore from off them, shed tears over them, and lifted them upon their waggons.Priam had forbidden the Trojans to wail aloud, so they heaped their dead sadly and silently upon the pyre,and having burned them went back to the city of Ilius.The Achaeans in like manner heaped their dead sadly and silently on the pyre, and having burned them went back to their ships.