Muses, let us begin on the younger men

"At this, Achilles, son of Peleus, was deeply troubled, and his inmost heart inside his hairy chest was split in two, as he considered whether he should draw the sharp sword that was hanging by his thigh, and rouse the men, and slaughter Agamemnon— or curb his anger and restrain his impulse. And as he pondered in his mind, he started to draw the mighty blade out from its sheath— but then Athena swooped down from the sky. She had been sent forth by the white-armed goddess Hera, who loved both men. Athena stood behind Achilles, son of Peleus, and grabbed him by his chestnut hair. She was invisible to everyone but him. Achilles, startled, turned and recognized Athena. She had bright, unearthly eyes."