Between the two thrones stood a young woman in a loose white robe with a golden helmet upon her head.

Then he took off his golden helmet and he said, "I am your father."

For the first time since dawn, the golden helmet was removed.

A third glanced from Achilles' golden helmet without making a mark.

Then he pulls off his golden helmet and sets it aside.

He looked at the golden helmet in his hands and threw it aside.

He put a hand to his head, touched the golden helmet, took it off.

They were all lined up and ready, a man in a golden helmet out in front, but not moving.

Her head was also bare, the hair drawn tightly back so that it looked like a golden helmet.

He saw a golden helmet lying a few feet to his left.