I will wager you a tripod or cauldron, and Agamemnon son of Atreus shall decide whose horses are first.

You will then know to your cost." Ajax son of Oileus was for making him an angry answer, and there would have been yet further brawling between them, had not Achilles risen in his place and said, "Cease your railing, Ajax and Idomeneus; it is not seemly; you would be scandalised if you saw any one else do the like: sit down and keep your eyes on the horses; they are speeding towards the winning-post and will be here directly.

You will then both of you know whose horses are first, and whose come after." As he was speaking, the son of Tydeus came driving in, plying his whip lustily from his shoulder, and his horses stepping high as they flew over the course.

The sand and grit rained thick on the driver, and the chariot inlaid with gold and tin ran close behind his fleet horses.
There was little trace of wheel-marks in the fine dust, and the horses came flying in at their utmost speed.

Diomed stayed them in the middle of the crowd, and the sweat from their manes and chests fell in streams on to the ground.