Patroclus sat under the shade of an olive tree. He had sneaked from morning's training again. He hated standing in the sun, holding a spear as sand scratched the back of his throat. He was not fast, he was not strong, he could not sing.. the best that could be said of him was that he was not sickly. The boys' were on the beach, racing, joking or running into the sea's gentle waves. Patroclus noticed Achilles was not there. Of course he wasn't. Achilles' days were filled with princely duties.