Iliad 8.502–504

ἀλλʼ ἤτοι νῦν μὲν πειθώμεθα νυκτὶ μελαίνῃ

δόρπά τʼ ἐφοπλισόμεσθα· ἀτὰρ καλλίτριχας ἵππους

λύσαθʼ ὑπὲξ ὀχέων, παρὰ δέ σφισι βάλλετʼ ἐδωδήν·

For now, then, let us obey black night

and make supper ready. As for your beautiful-maned horses,

loose them from beneath the chariots and throw down fodder beside them.