While Achilles indulged his wrath in thus disgracing brave Hector, Jupiter in pity summoned Thetis to his presence.  He told her to go to her son and prevail on him to restore the body of Hector to his friends.  Then Jupiter sent Iris to King Priam to encourage him to go to Achilles and beg the body of his son.  Iris delivered her message, and Priam immediately prepared to obey.  He opened his treasuries and took out rich garments and cloths, with ten talents in gold and two splendid tripods and a golden cup of matchless workmanship.  Then he called to his sons and bade them draw forth his litter and place in it the various articles designed for a ransom to Achilles.  When all was ready, the old king with a single companion as aged as himself, the herald Idaeus, drove forth from the gates, parting there with Hecuba, his queen, and all his friends, who lamented him as going to certain death.

But Jupiter, beholding with compassion the venerable king, sent Mercury to be his guide and protector.  Mercury, assuming the form of a young warrior, presented himself to the aged couple, and while at the sight of him they hesitated whether to fly or yield, the god approached, and grasping Priam’s hand offered to be their guide to Achilles’ tent.  Priam gladly accepted his offered service, and he, mounting the carriage, assumed the reins and soon conveyed them to the tent of Achilles.  Mercury’s wand put to sleep all the guards, and without hinderance he introduced Priam into the tent where Achilles sat, attended by two of his warriors.  The old king threw himself at the feet of Achilles, and kissed those terrible hands which had destroyed so many of his sons.  “Think, O Achilles,” he said, “of thy own father, full of days like me, and trembling on the gloomy verge of life.  Perhaps even now some neighbor chief oppresses him and there is none at hand to succor him in his distress.  Yet doubtless knowing that Achilles lives he still rejoices, hoping that one day he shall see thy face again.  But no comfort cheers me, whose bravest sons, so late the flower of Ilium, all have fallen.  Yet one I had, one more than all the rest the strength of my age, whom, fighting for his country, thou hast slain.  I come to redeem his body, bringing inestimable ransom with me.  Achilles! reverence the gods! recollect thy father! for his sake show compassion to me!” These words moved Achilles, and he wept; remembering by turns his absent father and his lost friend.  Moved with pity of Priam’s silver locks and beard, he raised him from the earth, and thus spake:  “Priam, I know that thou hast reached this place conducted by some god, for without aid divine no mortal even in his prime of youth had dared the attempt.  I grant thy request, moved thereto by the evident will of Jove.”  So saying he arose, and went forth with his two friends, and unloaded of its charge the litter, leaving two mantles and a robe for the covering of the body, which they placed on the litter, and spread the garments over it, that not unveiled it should be borne back to Troy.  Then Achilles dismissed the old king with his attendants, having first pledged himself to allow a truce of twelve days for the funeral solemnities.