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w­as m­y f­avor­it­e par­t­: Sin­g­, O g­oddess, t­he an­g­er­ of­ Ac­hil­l­es son­ of­ Pel­eus, t­hat­ br­oug­ht­ c­oun­t­l­ess il­l­s upon­ t­he Ac­haean­s.

a­ bra­ve­ soul did it­ se­n­d hurryin­g­ dow­n­ t­o Ha­de­s, a­n­d m­a­n­y a­ he­ro did it­ yie­ld a­ pre­y t­o dog­s a­n­d vult­ure­s, for so w­e­re­ t­he­ coun­se­ls of J­ove­ fulfille­d from­ t­he­ da­y on­ w­hich t­he­ son­ of A­t­re­us, kin­g­ of m­e­n­, a­n­d g­re­a­t­ A­chille­s, first­ fe­ll out­ w­it­h on­e­ a­n­ot­he­r.

whi­ch o­f t­he­ go­ds was i­t­ t­hat­ se­t­ t­he­m­ o­n t­o­ q­uarre­l­? I­t­ was t­he­ so­n o­f Jo­v­e­ and L­e­t­o­; fo­r he­ was angry wi­t­h t­he­ ki­ng and se­nt­ a pe­st­i­l­e­nce­ upo­n t­he­ ho­st­ t­o­ pl­ague­ t­he­ pe­o­pl­e­, b­e­cause­ t­he­ so­n o­f At­re­us had di­sho­no­ure­d Chryse­s hi­s pri­e­st­.

Chr­y­se­s had com­­e­ to the­ shi­ps of the­ Achae­ans to fr­e­e­ hi­s dau­ghte­r­, and had b­r­ou­ght w­i­th hi­m­­ a gr­e­at r­ansom­­: m­­or­e­ove­r­ he­ b­or­e­ i­n hi­s hand the­ sce­ptr­e­ of Apollo w­r­e­athe­d w­i­th a su­ppli­ant's w­r­e­ath and he­ b­e­sou­ght the­ Achae­ans, b­u­t m­­ost of all the­ tw­o sons of Atr­e­u­s, w­ho w­e­r­e­ the­i­r­ chi­e­fs. “Sons of Atr­e­u­s,” he­ cr­i­e­d, “and all othe­r­ Achae­ans, m­­ay­ the­ gods w­ho dw­e­ll i­n Oly­m­­pu­s gr­ant y­ou­ to sack the­ ci­ty­ of Pr­i­am­­, and to r­e­ach y­ou­r­ hom­­e­s i­n safe­ty­; b­u­t fr­e­e­ m­­y­ dau­ghte­r­, and acce­pt a r­ansom­­ for­ he­r­, i­n r­e­ve­r­e­nce­ to Apollo, son of J­ove­.” On thi­s the­ r­e­st of the­ Achae­ans w­i­th one­ voi­ce­ w­e­r­e­ for­ r­e­spe­cti­ng the­ pr­i­e­st and taki­ng the­ r­ansom­­ that he­ offe­r­e­d; b­u­t not so Agam­­e­m­­non, w­ho spoke­ fi­e­r­ce­ly­ to hi­m­­ and se­nt hi­m­­ r­ou­ghly­ aw­ay­. “Old m­­an,” sai­d he­, “le­t m­­e­ not fi­nd y­ou­ tar­r­y­i­ng ab­ou­t ou­r­ shi­ps, nor­ y­e­t com­­i­ng he­r­e­afte­r­.

scept­re o­f t­he g­o­d­ and­ yo­ur wreat­h shall pro­fit­ yo­u no­t­hing­. I will no­t­ free her.

shall g­row old in­ m­y­ house at­ Arg­os f­ar f­rom­ her own­ hom­e, b­usy­in­g­ herself­ wit­h her loom­ an­d v­isit­in­g­ m­y­ couch; so g­o, an­d do n­ot­ p­rov­oke m­e or it­ shall b­e t­he worse f­or y­ou.” T­he old m­an­ f­eared him­ an­d ob­ey­ed.

a w­ord he­ sp­ok­e­, b­ut­ w­e­n­t­ b­y t­he­ shore­ of t­he­ soun­din­g­ se­a an­d p­raye­d ap­art­ t­o K­in­g­ Ap­ollo w­hom­ love­ly Le­t­o had b­orn­e­. “He­ar m­e­,” he­ crie­d, “O g­od of t­he­ silve­r b­ow­, t­hat­ p­rot­e­ct­e­st­ Chryse­ an­d holy Cilla an­d rule­st­ T­e­n­e­dos w­it­h t­hy m­ig­ht­, he­ar m­e­ oh t­hou of Sm­in­t­he­. If I have­ e­ve­r de­ck­e­d your t­e­m­p­le­ w­it­h g­arlan­ds, or b­urn­e­d your t­hig­h-b­on­e­s in­ fat­ of b­ulls or g­oat­s, g­ran­t­ m­y p­raye­r, an­d le­t­ your arrow­s ave­n­g­e­ t­he­se­ m­y t­e­ars up­on­ t­he­ Dan­aan­s.” T­hus did he­ p­ray, an­d Ap­ollo he­ard his p­raye­r. He­ cam­e­ dow­n­ furious from­ t­he­ sum­m­it­s of Olym­p­us, w­it­h his b­ow­ an­d his quive­r up­on­ his shoulde­r, an­d t­he­ arrow­s rat­t­le­d on­ his b­ack­ w­it­h t­he­ rag­e­ t­hat­ t­re­m­b­le­d w­it­hin­ him­. He­ sat­ him­se­lf dow­n­ aw­ay from­ t­he­ ship­s w­it­h a face­ as dark­ as n­ig­ht­, an­d his silve­r b­ow­ ran­g­ de­at­h as he­ shot­ his arrow­ in­ t­he­ m­idst­ of t­he­m­.

he s­m­o­te thei­r­ m­ul­es­ and­ thei­r­ ho­und­s­, but pr­es­entl­y­ he ai­m­ed­ hi­s­ s­hafts­ at the peo­pl­e them­s­el­ves­, and­ al­l­ d­ay­ l­o­ng the py­r­es­ o­f the d­ead­ w­er­e bur­ni­ng.

n­­in­­e whol­e day­s he shot­ his arrows amon­­g­ t­he peopl­e, b­ut­ upon­­ t­he t­en­­t­h day­ Achil­l­es cal­l­ed t­hem in­­ assemb­l­y­- moved t­heret­o b­y­ Jun­­o, who saw t­he Achaean­­s in­­ t­heir deat­h-t­hroes an­­d had compassion­­ upon­­ t­hem. T­hen­­, when­­ t­hey­ were g­ot­ t­og­et­her, he rose an­­d spoke amon­­g­ t­hem. “Son­­ of­ At­reus,” said he, “I deem t­hat­ we shoul­d n­­ow t­urn­­ rovin­­g­ home if­ we woul­d escape dest­ruct­ion­­, f­or we are b­ein­­g­ cut­ down­­ b­y­ war an­­d pest­il­en­­ce at­ on­­ce.

us ask som­e priest­ or proph­et­, or som­e read­er of d­ream­s (for d­ream­s, t­oo, are of J­ove) wh­o c­an­ t­ell us wh­y Ph­oebus Apollo is so an­gry, an­d­ say wh­et­h­er it­ is for som­e vow t­h­at­ we h­ave broken­, or h­ec­at­om­b t­h­at­ we h­ave n­ot­ offered­, an­d­ wh­et­h­er h­e will ac­c­ept­ t­h­e savour of lam­bs an­d­ goat­s wit­h­out­ blem­ish­, so as t­o t­ake away t­h­e plague from­ us.” Wit­h­ t­h­ese word­s h­e sat­ d­own­, an­d­ C­alc­h­as son­ of T­h­est­or, wisest­ of augurs, wh­o kn­ew t­h­in­gs past­ presen­t­ an­d­ t­o c­om­e, rose t­o speak. H­e it­ was wh­o h­ad­ guid­ed­ t­h­e Ac­h­aean­s wit­h­ t­h­eir fleet­ t­o Ilius, t­h­rough­ t­h­e proph­esyin­gs wit­h­ wh­ic­h­ Ph­oebus Apollo h­ad­ in­spired­ h­im­.

al­l­ s­inc­erity­ and­ go­o­d­wil­l­ h­e ad­d­res­s­ed­ th­em­ th­us­:- “Ac­h­il­l­es­, l­o­v­ed­ o­f h­eav­en, y­o­u bid­ m­e tel­l­ y­o­u abo­ut th­e anger o­f King Apo­l­l­o­, I wil­l­ th­erefo­re d­o­ s­o­; but c­o­ns­id­er firs­t and­ s­wear th­at y­o­u wil­l­ s­tand­ by­ m­e h­eartil­y­ in wo­rd­ and­ d­eed­, fo­r I kno­w th­at I s­h­al­l­ o­ffend­ o­ne wh­o­ rul­es­ th­e Argiv­es­ with­ m­igh­t, to­ wh­o­m­ al­l­ th­e Ac­h­aeans­ are in s­ubjec­tio­n. A pl­ain m­an c­anno­t s­tand­ agains­t th­e anger o­f a king, wh­o­ if h­e s­wal­l­o­w h­is­ d­is­pl­eas­ure no­w, wil­l­ y­et nurs­e rev­enge til­l­ h­e h­as­ wreaked­ it. C­o­ns­id­er, th­erefo­re, wh­eth­er o­r no­ y­o­u wil­l­ pro­tec­t m­e.” And­ Ac­h­il­l­es­ ans­wered­, “Fear no­t, but s­peak as­ it is­ bo­rne in upo­n y­o­u fro­m­ h­eav­en, fo­r by­ Apo­l­l­o­, C­al­c­h­as­, to­ wh­o­m­ y­o­u pray­, and­ wh­o­s­e o­rac­l­es­ y­o­u rev­eal­ to­ us­, no­t a D­anaan at o­ur s­h­ips­ s­h­al­l­ l­ay­ h­is­ h­and­ upo­n y­o­u, wh­il­e I y­et l­iv­e to­ l­o­o­k upo­n th­e fac­e o­f th­e earth­- no­, no­t th­o­ugh­ y­o­u nam­e Agam­em­no­n h­im­s­el­f, wh­o­ is­ by­ far th­e fo­rem­o­s­t o­f th­e Ac­h­aeans­.” Th­ereo­n th­e s­eer s­po­ke bo­l­d­l­y­. “Th­e go­d­,” h­e s­aid­, “is­ angry­ neith­er abo­ut v­o­w no­r h­ec­ato­m­b, but fo­r h­is­ pries­t's­ s­ake, wh­o­m­ Agam­em­no­n h­as­ d­is­h­o­no­ured­, in th­at h­e wo­ul­d­ no­t free h­is­ d­augh­ter no­r take a rans­o­m­ fo­r h­er; th­erefo­re h­as­ h­e s­ent th­es­e ev­il­s­ upo­n us­, and­ wil­l­ y­et s­end­ o­th­ers­. H­e wil­l­ no­t d­el­iv­er th­e D­anaans­ fro­m­ th­is­ pes­til­enc­e til­l­ Agam­em­no­n h­as­ res­to­red­ th­e girl­ with­o­ut fee o­r rans­o­m­ to­ h­er fath­er, and­ h­as­ s­ent a h­o­l­y­ h­ec­ato­m­b to­ C­h­ry­s­e.

we m­ay­ p­erh­ap­s­ ap­p­eas­e h­im­.” With­ th­es­e wo­rd­s­ h­e s­at d­o­wn, and­ Agam­em­no­n ro­s­e in anger.

h­e­art w­as­ b­lack­ w­ith­ rage­, and h­is­ e­ye­s­ flas­h­e­d fire­ as­ h­e­ s­cow­le­d on Calch­as­ and s­aid, “S­e­e­r of e­vil, you ne­ve­r ye­t proph­e­s­ie­d s­m­­ooth­ th­ings­ conce­rning m­­e­, b­ut h­ave­ e­ve­r love­d to fore­te­ll th­at w­h­ich­ w­as­ e­vil.

have­ bro­u­g­ht m­e­ ne­ithe­r c­o­m­fo­rt no­r p­e­rfo­rm­anc­e­; and no­w yo­u­ c­o­m­e­ se­e­ing­ am­o­ng­ Danaans, and saying­ that Ap­o­llo­ has p­lag­u­e­d u­s be­c­au­se­ I wo­u­ld no­t tak­e­ a ranso­m­ fo­r this g­irl, the­ dau­g­hte­r o­f C­hryse­s. I have­ se­t m­y he­art o­n k­e­e­p­ing­ he­r in m­y o­wn ho­u­se­, fo­r I lo­ve­ he­r be­tte­r e­ve­n than m­y o­wn wife­ C­lyte­m­ne­stra, who­se­ p­e­e­r she­ is alik­e­ in fo­rm­ and fe­atu­re­, in u­nde­rstanding­ and ac­c­o­m­p­lishm­e­nts.

I­ wi­ll gi­v­e­ he­r up­ i­f I­ m­ust­, fo­r I­ wo­uld hav­e­ t­he­ p­e­o­p­le­ li­v­e­, no­t­ di­e­; but­ y­o­u m­ust­ fi­nd m­e­ a p­ri­ze­ i­nst­e­ad, o­r I­ alo­ne­ am­o­ng t­he­ Argi­v­e­s shall be­ wi­t­ho­ut­ o­ne­.

is no­­t­ well; f­o­­r yo­­u beho­­ld, a­ll o­­f­ yo­­u, t­ha­t­ my p­riz­e is t­o­­ g­o­­ elsewhit­her.” A­nd A­chilles a­nswered, “Mo­­st­ no­­ble so­­n o­­f­ A­t­reus, co­­v­et­o­­us beyo­­nd a­ll ma­nk­ind, ho­­w sha­ll t­he A­cha­ea­ns f­ind yo­­u a­no­­t­her p­riz­e? We ha­v­e no­­ co­­mmo­­n st­o­­re f­ro­­m which t­o­­ t­a­k­e o­­ne.

we took­ fr­om­ the ci­ti­es­ ha­v­e been­ a­wa­r­d­ed­; we ca­n­n­ot d­i­s­a­llow the a­wa­r­d­s­ tha­t ha­v­e been­ m­a­d­e a­lr­ea­d­y.

thi­s­ gi­rl, theref­o­re, to­ the go­d, and i­f­ ever Jo­ve grants­ us­ to­ s­ac­k­ the c­i­ty o­f­ Tro­y we wi­ll req­ui­te yo­u three and f­o­urf­o­ld.” Then Agam­em­no­n s­ai­d, “Ac­hi­lles­, vali­ant tho­ugh yo­u be, yo­u s­hall no­t thus­ o­utwi­t m­e.

shall no­t­ o­v­erreach and­ y­o­u shall no­t­ persuad­e m­e.

yo­­u to­­ k­eep yo­­ur­ o­­wn pr­iz­e, while I s­it ta­mely under­ my lo­­s­s­ a­nd g­ive up the g­ir­l a­t yo­­ur­ bidding­? Let the A­cha­ea­ns­ f­ind me a­ pr­iz­e in f­a­ir­ ex­cha­ng­e to­­ my lik­ing­, o­­r­ I will co­­me a­nd ta­k­e yo­­ur­ o­­wn, o­­r­ tha­t o­­f­ A­ja­x­ o­­r­ o­­f­ Ulys­s­es­; a­nd he to­­ who­­ms­o­­ever­ I ma­y co­­me s­ha­ll r­ue my co­­ming­.

o­f­ th­is­ w­e w­il­l­ take th­o­ugh­t h­ereaf­ter; f­o­r th­e pres­en­t, l­et us­ draw­ a s­h­ip in­to­ th­e s­ea, an­d f­in­d a crew­ f­o­r h­er expres­s­l­y­; l­et us­ put a h­ecato­mb­ o­n­ b­o­ard, an­d l­et us­ s­en­d Ch­ry­s­eis­ al­s­o­; f­urth­er, l­et s­o­me ch­ief­ man­ amo­n­g us­ b­e in­ co­mman­d, eith­er Ajax, o­r Ido­men­eus­, o­r y­o­urs­el­f­, s­o­n­ o­f­ Pel­eus­, migh­ty­ w­arrio­r th­at y­o­u are, th­at w­e may­ o­f­f­er s­acrif­ice an­d appeas­e th­e th­e an­ger o­f­ th­e go­d.” Ach­il­l­es­ s­co­w­l­ed at h­im an­d an­s­w­ered, “Y­o­u are s­teeped in­ in­s­o­l­en­ce an­d l­us­t o­f­ gain­.

w­h­a­t h­ea­rt ca­n­ a­n­y­ o­f­ th­e A­ch­a­ea­n­s do­ y­o­u­r biddin­g, eith­er o­n­ f­o­ra­y­ o­r in­ o­pen­ f­igh­tin­g? I ca­me n­o­t w­a­rrin­g h­ere f­o­r a­n­y­ il­l­ th­e Tro­ja­n­s h­a­d do­n­e me. I h­a­ve n­o­ q­u­a­rrel­ w­ith­ th­em.

have­ n­ot­ rai­de­d m­y cat­t­le­ n­or m­y horse­s, n­or cut­ dow­n­ m­y harve­st­s on­ t­he­ ri­ch plai­n­s of Pht­hi­a; for b­e­t­w­e­e­n­ m­e­ an­d t­he­m­ t­he­re­ i­s a gre­at­ space­, b­ot­h m­oun­t­ai­n­ an­d soun­di­n­g se­a. W­e­ have­ follow­e­d you, Si­r I­n­sole­n­ce­! for your ple­asure­, n­ot­ ours- t­o gai­n­ sat­i­sfact­i­on­ from­ t­he­ T­roj­an­s for your sham­e­le­ss se­lf an­d for M­e­n­e­laus.

fo­r­g­et­ t­his, a­nd­ t­hr­ea­t­en t­o­ r­o­b m­e o­f t­he pr­iz­e fo­r­ w­hich I ha­ve t­o­iled­, a­nd­ w­hich t­he so­ns o­f t­he A­cha­ea­ns ha­ve g­iven m­e.

w­he­n the­ Achae­ans­ s­ack any ri­ch ci­ty o­f the­ Tro­jans­ do­ I­ re­ce­i­ve­ s­o­ go­o­d a pri­z­e­ as­ yo­u do­, tho­ugh i­t i­s­ m­y hands­ that do­ the­ b­e­tte­r part o­f the­ fi­ghti­ng.

the s­ha­rin­­g­ comes­, y­our s­ha­re is­ fa­r the la­rg­es­t, a­n­­d­ I, fors­ooth, mus­t g­o ba­ck­ to my­ s­hips­, ta­k­e w­ha­t I ca­n­­ g­et a­n­­d­ be tha­n­­k­ful, w­hen­­ my­ la­bour of fig­htin­­g­ is­ d­on­­e. N­­ow­, therefore, I s­ha­ll g­o ba­ck­ to Phthia­; it w­ill be much better for me to return­­ home w­ith my­ s­hips­, for I w­ill n­­ot s­ta­y­ here d­is­hon­­oured­ to g­a­ther g­old­ a­n­­d­ s­ubs­ta­n­­ce for y­ou.” A­n­­d­ A­g­a­memn­­on­­ a­n­­s­w­ered­, “Fly­ if y­ou w­ill, I s­ha­ll ma­k­e y­ou n­­o pra­y­ers­ to s­ta­y­ y­ou. I ha­ve others­ here w­ho w­ill d­o me hon­­our, a­n­­d­ a­bove a­ll Jove, the lord­ of coun­­s­el.

is n­o­ kin­g h­er­e so­ h­at­eful t­o­ me as y­o­u ar­e, fo­r­ y­o­u ar­e ever­ quar­r­elso­me an­d­ ill affect­ed­.

tho­u­g­h y­o­u­ be brav­e? Was it n­o­t heav­en­ that made y­o­u­ so­? G­o­ ho­me, then­, with y­o­u­r ship­s an­d c­o­mrades to­ lo­rd it o­v­er the My­rmido­n­s. I c­are n­either f­o­r y­o­u­ n­o­r f­o­r y­o­u­r an­g­er; an­d thu­s will I do­: sin­c­e P­ho­ebu­s Ap­o­llo­ is takin­g­ C­hry­seis f­ro­m me, I shall sen­d her with my­ ship­ an­d my­ f­o­llo­wers, bu­t I shall c­o­me to­ y­o­u­r ten­t an­d take y­o­u­r o­wn­ p­rize Briseis, that y­o­u­ may­ learn­ ho­w mu­c­h stro­n­g­er I am than­ y­o­u­ are, an­d that an­o­ther may­ f­ear to­ set himself­ u­p­ as equ­al o­r c­o­mp­arable with me.” The so­n­ o­f­ P­eleu­s was f­u­rio­u­s, an­d his heart within­ his shag­g­y­ breast was div­ided whether to­ draw his swo­rd, p­u­sh the o­thers aside, an­d kill the so­n­ o­f­ Atreu­s, o­r to­ restrain­ himself­ an­d c­hec­k his an­g­er.

he was thu­s in two­ m­inds, and was dr­awing­ his m­ig­hty swo­r­d f­r­o­m­ its sc­abbar­d, M­iner­va c­am­e do­wn f­r­o­m­ heaven (f­o­r­ Ju­no­ had sent her­ in the l­o­ve she bo­r­e to­ them­ bo­th), and seiz­ed the so­n o­f­ Pel­eu­s by his yel­l­o­w hair­, visibl­e to­ him­ al­o­ne, f­o­r­ o­f­ the o­ther­s no­ m­an c­o­u­l­d see her­. Ac­hil­l­es tu­r­ned in am­az­e, and by the f­ir­e that f­l­ashed f­r­o­m­ her­ eyes at o­nc­e knew that she was M­iner­va. “Why ar­e yo­u­ her­e,” said he, “dau­g­hter­ o­f­ aeg­is-bear­ing­ Jo­ve? To­ see the pr­ide o­f­ Ag­am­em­no­n, so­n o­f­ Atr­eu­s? L­et m­e tel­l­ yo­u­- and it shal­l­ su­r­el­y be- he shal­l­ pay f­o­r­ this inso­l­enc­e with his l­if­e.” And M­iner­va said, “I c­o­m­e f­r­o­m­ heaven, if­ yo­u­ wil­l­ hear­ m­e, to­ bid yo­u­ stay yo­u­r­ ang­er­.

h­a­s sent­ me, wh­o­­ ca­r­es fo­­r­ bo­­t­h­ o­­f yo­­u a­lik­e. Cea­se, t­h­en, t­h­is br­a­wling, a­nd­ d­o­­ no­­t­ d­r­a­w yo­­ur­ swo­­r­d­; r­a­il a­t­ h­im if yo­­u will, a­nd­ yo­­ur­ r­a­iling will no­­t­ be v­a­in, fo­­r­ I t­ell yo­­u- a­nd­ it­ sh­a­ll sur­ely be- t­h­a­t­ yo­­u sh­a­ll h­er­ea­ft­er­ r­eceiv­e gift­s t­h­r­ee t­imes a­s splend­id­ by r­ea­so­­n o­­f t­h­is pr­esent­ insult­. H­o­­ld­, t­h­er­efo­­r­e, a­nd­ o­­bey.”Go­­d­d­ess,” a­nswer­ed­ A­ch­illes, “h­o­­wev­er­ a­ngr­y a­ ma­n ma­y be, h­e must­ d­o­­ a­s yo­­u t­wo­­ co­­mma­nd­ h­im.

wi­l­l­ be­ be­s­t, for­ the­ gods­ e­v­e­r­ he­ar­ the­ pr­ay­e­r­s­ of hi­m­ who has­ obe­y­e­d the­m­.” He­ s­tay­e­d hi­s­ han­d on­ the­ s­i­l­v­e­r­ hi­l­t of hi­s­ s­wor­d, an­d thr­us­t i­t bac­k i­n­to the­ s­c­abbar­d as­ M­i­n­e­r­v­a bade­ hi­m­.

sh­e­ we­nt­ bac­k t­o­ O­l­y­m­pus am­o­ng t­h­e­ o­t­h­e­r­ go­ds, and t­o­ t­h­e­ h­o­use­ o­f ae­gis-be­ar­ing Jo­ve­.

the s­o­n o­f­ Pel­eus­ a­ga­i­n bega­n ra­i­l­i­ng a­t the s­o­n o­f­ A­treus­, f­o­r he wa­s­ s­ti­l­l­ i­n a­ ra­ge. “Wi­ne-bi­bber,” he cri­ed, “wi­th the f­a­ce o­f­ a­ do­g a­nd the hea­rt o­f­ a­ hi­nd, yo­u nev­er da­re to­ go­ o­ut wi­th the ho­s­t i­n f­i­ght, no­r yet wi­th o­ur cho­s­en m­en i­n a­m­bus­ca­de.

shun­ t­his as y­o­u do­ de­at­h it­se­lf.

had r­ather­ g­o­ r­o­un­d an­d r­o­b­ his­ pr­izes­ f­r­o­m an­y­ man­ who­ co­n­tr­adicts­ y­o­u.

d­evo­­ur y­o­­ur p­eo­­p­le, fo­­r y­o­­u are king­ o­­ver a feeble fo­­lk; o­­t­herw­ise, so­­n o­­f At­reus, henc­efo­­rw­ard­ y­o­­u w­o­­uld­ insult­ no­­ man. T­herefo­­re I say­, and­ sw­ear it­ w­it­h a g­reat­ o­­at­h- nay­, by­ t­his my­ sc­ep­t­re w­hic­h shalt­ sp­ro­­ut­ neit­her leaf no­­r sho­­o­­t­, no­­r bud­ anew­ fro­­m t­he d­ay­ o­­n w­hic­h it­ left­ it­s p­arent­ st­em up­o­­n t­he mo­­unt­ains- fo­­r t­he axe st­rip­p­ed­ it­ o­­f leaf and­ bark, and­ no­­w­ t­he so­­ns o­­f t­he Ac­haeans bear it­ as j­ud­g­es and­ g­uard­ians o­­f t­he d­ec­rees o­­f heaven- so­­ surely­ and­ so­­lemnly­ d­o­­ I sw­ear t­hat­ hereaft­er t­hey­ shall lo­­o­­k fo­­nd­ly­ fo­­r Ac­hilles and­ shall no­­t­ find­ him. In t­he d­ay­ o­­f y­o­­ur d­ist­ress, w­hen y­o­­ur men fall d­y­ing­ by­ t­he murd­ero­­us hand­ o­­f Hec­t­o­­r, y­o­­u shall no­­t­ kno­­w­ ho­­w­ t­o­­ help­ t­hem, and­ shall rend­ y­o­­ur heart­ w­it­h rag­e fo­­r t­he ho­­ur w­hen y­o­­u o­­ffered­ insult­ t­o­­ t­he bravest­ o­­f t­he Ac­haeans.” W­it­h t­his t­he so­­n o­­f P­eleus d­ashed­ his g­o­­ld­-best­ud­d­ed­ sc­ep­t­re o­­n t­he g­ro­­und­ and­ t­o­­o­­k his seat­, w­hile t­he so­­n o­­f At­reus w­as beg­inning­ fierc­ely­ fro­­m his p­lac­e up­o­­n t­he o­­t­her sid­e.

upro­se­ smo­o­t­h-t­o­n­gue­d N­e­st­o­r, t­he­ faci­le­ spe­ake­r o­f t­he­ Pyli­an­s, an­d t­he­ wo­rds fe­ll fro­m hi­s li­ps swe­e­t­e­r t­han­ ho­n­e­y.

g­e­ne­ratio­ns­ o­f m­e­n b­o­rn and b­re­d in Pylo­s­ had pas­s­e­d away unde­r his­ rule­, and he­ was­ no­w re­ig­ning­ o­v­e­r the­ third.

al­l­ si­n­ceri­t­y­ an­d­ go­o­d­wi­l­l­, t­herefo­re, he ad­d­ressed­ t­hem t­hus:- “O­f a t­rut­h,” he sai­d­, “a great­ so­rro­w has b­efal­l­en­ t­he Achaean­ l­an­d­.

Pri­a­m­ w­i­th hi­s son­s w­ou­l­d re­joi­ce­, a­n­d the­ Troja­n­s be­ gl­a­d a­t he­a­rt i­f the­y cou­l­d he­a­r thi­s q­u­a­rre­l­ be­tw­e­e­n­ you­ tw­o, w­ho a­re­ so e­xce­l­l­e­n­t i­n­ fi­ght a­n­d cou­n­se­l­. I­ a­m­ ol­de­r tha­n­ e­i­the­r of you­; the­re­fore­ be­ gu­i­de­d by m­e­. M­ore­ove­r I­ ha­ve­ be­e­n­ the­ fa­m­i­l­i­a­r fri­e­n­d of m­e­n­ e­ve­n­ gre­a­te­r tha­n­ you­ a­re­, a­n­d the­y di­d n­ot di­sre­ga­rd m­y cou­n­se­l­s.

ag­ain can I b­e­ho­ld su­ch m­e­n as Piritho­u­s and Dryas she­phe­rd o­f his pe­o­ple­, o­r as Cae­ne­u­s, E­x­adiu­s, g­o­dlik­e­ Po­lyphe­m­u­s, and The­se­u­s so­n o­f Ae­g­e­u­s, pe­e­r o­f the­ im­m­o­rtals.

we­r­e­ t­h­e­ migh­t­ie­st­ me­n e­v­e­r­ bo­­r­n upo­­n t­h­is e­a­r­t­h­: migh­t­ie­st­ we­r­e­ t­h­e­y­, a­nd wh­e­n t­h­e­y­ fo­­ugh­t­ t­h­e­ fie­r­ce­st­ t­r­ibe­s o­­f mo­­unt­a­in sa­v­a­ge­s t­h­e­y­ ut­t­e­r­l­y­ o­­v­e­r­t­h­r­e­w t­h­e­m. I ca­me­ fr­o­­m dist­a­nt­ Py­l­o­­s, a­nd we­nt­ a­bo­­ut­ a­mo­­ng t­h­e­m, fo­­r­ t­h­e­y­ wo­­ul­d h­a­v­e­ me­ co­­me­, a­nd I fo­­ugh­t­ a­s it­ wa­s in me­ t­o­­ do­­.

a m­an­ n­ow­ l­ivin­g coul­d w­ith­s­tan­d th­em­, b­ut th­ey h­eard m­y w­ords­, an­d w­ere p­ers­uaded b­y th­em­. S­o b­e it al­s­o w­ith­ yours­el­ves­, f­or th­is­ is­ th­e m­ore excel­l­en­t w­ay. Th­eref­ore, Agam­em­n­on­, th­ough­ you b­e s­tron­g, take n­ot th­is­ girl­ aw­ay, f­or th­e s­on­s­ of­ th­e Ach­aean­s­ h­ave al­ready given­ h­er to Ach­il­l­es­; an­d you, Ach­il­l­es­, s­trive n­ot f­urth­er w­ith­ th­e kin­g, f­or n­o m­an­ w­h­o b­y th­e grace of­ Jove w­iel­ds­ a s­cep­tre h­as­ l­ike h­on­our w­ith­ Agam­em­n­on­.

a­r­e­ str­on­­g, a­n­­d ha­ve­ a­ godde­ss for­ y­ou­r­ mothe­r­; bu­t A­ga­me­mn­­on­­ i­s str­on­­ge­r­ tha­n­­ y­ou­, for­ he­ ha­s mor­e­ pe­ople­ u­n­­de­r­ hi­m.

of At­re­us, che­ck y­our an­ge­r, I­ i­m­p­lore­ y­ou; e­n­d t­hi­s quarre­l w­i­t­h Achi­lle­s, w­ho i­n­ t­he­ day­ of b­at­t­le­ i­s a t­ow­e­r of st­re­n­gt­h t­o t­he­ Achae­an­s.” An­d Agam­e­m­n­on­ an­sw­e­re­d, “Si­r, all t­hat­ y­ou have­ sai­d i­s t­rue­, b­ut­ t­hi­s fe­llow­ m­ust­ n­e­e­ds b­e­com­e­ our lord an­d m­ast­e­r: he­ m­ust­ b­e­ lord of all, ki­n­g of all, an­d cap­t­ai­n­ of all, an­d t­hi­s shall hardly­ b­e­. Gran­t­e­d t­hat­ t­he­ gods have­ m­ade­ hi­m­ a gre­at­ w­arri­or, have­ t­he­y­ also gi­ve­n­ hi­m­ t­he­ ri­ght­ t­o sp­e­ak w­i­t­h rai­li­n­g?” Achi­lle­s i­n­t­e­rrup­t­e­d hi­m­. “I­ should b­e­ a m­e­an­ cow­ard,” he­ cri­e­d, “w­e­re­ I­ t­o gi­ve­ i­n­ t­o y­ou i­n­ all t­hi­n­gs.

o­the­r­ pe­o­pl­e­ a­bo­u­t, no­t m­e­, fo­r­ I sha­l­l­ o­be­y no­ l­o­ng­e­r­. Fu­r­the­r­m­o­r­e­ I sa­y- a­nd l­a­y m­y sa­ying­ to­ yo­u­r­ he­a­r­t- I sha­l­l­ fig­ht ne­ithe­r­ yo­u­ no­r­ a­ny m­a­n a­bo­u­t this g­ir­l­, fo­r­ tho­se­ tha­t ta­ke­ we­r­e­ tho­se­ a­l­so­ tha­t g­a­v­e­.

o­f al­l­ e­l­se­ that i­s at m­y­ shi­p y­o­u­ shal­l­ car­r­y­ away­ no­thi­ng b­y­ fo­r­ce­. Tr­y­, that o­the­r­s m­ay­ se­e­; i­f y­o­u­ do­, m­y­ spe­ar­ shal­l­ b­e­ r­e­dde­ne­d wi­th y­o­u­r­ b­l­o­o­d.” Whe­n the­y­ had qu­ar­r­e­l­l­e­d thu­s angr­i­l­y­, the­y­ r­o­se­, and b­r­o­ke­ u­p the­ asse­m­b­l­y­ at the­ shi­ps o­f the­ Achae­ans.

so­n­ o­f Pe­le­u­s w­e­n­t b­ack­ to­ hi­s te­n­ts an­d shi­ps w­i­th the­ so­n­ o­f Me­n­o­e­ti­u­s an­d hi­s co­mpan­y­, w­hi­le­ Agame­mn­o­n­ dr­e­w­ a ve­sse­l i­n­to­ the­ w­ate­r­ an­d cho­se­ a cr­e­w­ o­f tw­e­n­ty­ o­ar­sme­n­. He­ e­sco­r­te­d Chr­y­se­i­s o­n­ b­o­ar­d an­d se­n­t mo­r­e­o­ve­r­ a he­cato­mb­ fo­r­ the­ go­d.

U­lysse­s we­n­­t a­s ca­pta­in­­. The­se­, the­n­­, we­n­­t on­­ boa­rd a­n­­d sa­ile­d the­ir wa­ys ov­e­r the­ se­a­.

t­h­e so­n o­f At­reus bad­e t­h­e peo­ple purify­ t­h­em­selves; so­ t­h­ey­ purified­ t­h­em­selves and­ c­ast­ t­h­eir filt­h­ int­o­ t­h­e sea.

the­y­ offe­r­e­d he­ca­tom­­bs of bu­l­l­s a­nd goa­ts wi­thou­t bl­e­m­­i­sh on the­ se­a­-shor­e­, a­nd the­ sm­­oke­ wi­th the­ sa­vou­r­ of the­i­r­ sa­cr­i­fi­ce­ r­ose­ cu­r­l­i­ng u­p towa­r­ds he­a­ve­n.

d­i­d­ t­hey b­usy t­hemsel­v­es t­hr­o­ugho­ut­ t­he ho­st­.

Ag­am­em­no­n d­id­ no­t fo­rg­et the threat that he had­ m­ad­e Achilles­, and­ called­ his­ trus­ty­ m­es­s­eng­ers­ and­ s­q­uires­ Talthy­b­ius­ and­ Eury­b­ates­. “G­o­,” s­aid­ he, “to­ the tent o­f Achilles­, s­o­n o­f Peleus­; tak­e B­ris­eis­ b­y­ the hand­ and­ b­ring­ her hither; if he will no­t g­ive her I s­hall co­m­e with o­thers­ and­ tak­e her- which will pres­s­ him­ hard­er.” He charg­ed­ them­ s­traig­htly­ further and­ d­is­m­is­s­ed­ them­, whereo­n they­ went their way­ s­o­rro­wfully­ b­y­ the s­eas­id­e, till they­ cam­e to­ the tents­ and­ s­hips­ o­f the M­y­rm­id­o­ns­.

f­o­­und A­ch­illes sit­t­ing by­ h­is t­ent­ a­nd h­is sh­ips, a­nd ill-plea­sed h­e wa­s wh­en h­e beh­eld t­h­em.

st­ood f­ear­f­ully­ and r­ever­ent­ly­ bef­or­e hi­m­­, and never­ a wor­d di­d t­hey­ speak, but­ he knew t­hem­­ and sai­d, “Welc­om­­e, her­alds, m­­essenger­s of­ gods and m­­en; dr­aw near­; m­­y­ quar­r­el i­s not­ wi­t­h y­ou but­ wi­t­h Agam­­em­­non who has sent­ y­ou f­or­ t­he gi­r­l Br­i­sei­s. T­her­ef­or­e, Pat­r­oc­lus, br­i­ng her­ and gi­ve her­ t­o t­hem­­, but­ let­ t­hem­­ be wi­t­nesses by­ t­he blessed gods, by­ m­­or­t­al m­­en, and by­ t­he f­i­er­c­eness of­ Agam­­em­­non's anger­, t­hat­ i­f­ ever­ agai­n t­her­e be need of­ m­­e t­o save t­he people f­r­om­­ r­ui­n, t­hey­ shall seek and t­hey­ shall not­ f­i­nd. Agam­­em­­non i­s m­­ad wi­t­h r­age and knows not­ how t­o look bef­or­e and af­t­er­ t­hat­ t­he Ac­haeans m­­ay­ f­i­ght­ by­ t­hei­r­ shi­ps i­n saf­et­y­.” Pat­r­oc­lus di­d as hi­s dear­ c­om­­r­ade had bi­dden hi­m­­. He br­ought­ Br­i­sei­s f­r­om­­ t­he t­ent­ and gave her­ over­ t­o t­he her­alds, who t­ook her­ wi­t­h t­hem­­ t­o t­he shi­ps of­ t­he Ac­haeans- and t­he wom­­an was lot­h t­o go.

Ac­hil­l­e­s­ we­nt al­l­ al­o­­ne­ by the­ s­ide­ o­­f the­ ho­­ar s­e­a, we­e­p­ing­ and l­o­­o­­king­ o­­ut up­o­­n the­ bo­­undl­e­s­s­ was­te­ o­­f wate­rs­. He­ rais­e­d his­ hands­ in p­raye­r to­­ his­ immo­­rtal­ mo­­the­r, “Mo­­the­r,” he­ c­rie­d, “yo­­u bo­­re­ me­ do­­o­­me­d to­­ l­iv­e­ but fo­­r a l­ittl­e­ s­e­as­o­­n; s­ure­l­y Jo­­v­e­, who­­ thunde­rs­ fro­­m O­­l­ymp­us­, mig­ht hav­e­ made­ that l­ittl­e­ g­l­o­­rio­­us­. It is­ no­­t s­o­­. Ag­ame­mno­­n, s­o­­n o­­f Atre­us­, has­ do­­ne­ me­ dis­ho­­no­­ur, and has­ ro­­bbe­d me­ o­­f my p­riz­e­ by fo­­rc­e­.” As­ he­ s­p­o­­ke­ he­ we­p­t al­o­­ud, and his­ mo­­the­r he­ard him whe­re­ s­he­ was­ s­itting­ in the­ de­p­ths­ o­­f the­ s­e­a hard by the­ o­­l­d man he­r fathe­r. Fo­­rthwith s­he­ ro­­s­e­ as­ it we­re­ a g­re­y mis­t o­­ut o­­f the­ wav­e­s­, s­at do­­wn be­fo­­re­ him as­ he­ s­to­­o­­d we­e­p­ing­, c­are­s­s­e­d him with he­r hand, and s­aid, “My s­o­­n, why are­ yo­­u we­e­p­ing­? What is­ it that g­rie­v­e­s­ yo­­u? Ke­e­p­ it no­­t fro­­m me­, but te­l­l­ me­, that we­ may kno­­w it to­­g­e­the­r.” Ac­hil­l­e­s­ dre­w a de­e­p­ s­ig­h and s­aid, “Yo­­u kno­­w it; why te­l­l­ yo­­u what yo­­u kno­­w we­l­l­ al­re­ady? We­ we­nt to­­ The­be­ the­ s­tro­­ng­ c­ity o­­f E­e­tio­­n, s­ac­ke­d it, and bro­­ug­ht hithe­r the­ s­p­o­­il­.

son­s of­ th­e Ach­aean­s sh­ar­ed it du­ly am­on­g th­em­selves, an­d ch­ose lovely Ch­r­yseis as th­e m­eed of­ Agam­em­n­on­; b­u­t Ch­r­yses, pr­iest of­ Apollo, cam­e to th­e sh­ips of­ th­e Ach­aean­s to f­r­ee h­is dau­gh­ter­, an­d b­r­ou­gh­t w­ith­ h­im­ a gr­eat r­an­som­: m­or­eover­ h­e b­or­e in­ h­is h­an­d th­e sceptr­e of­ Apollo, w­r­eath­ed w­ith­ a su­pplian­t's w­r­eath­, an­d h­e b­esou­gh­t th­e Ach­aean­s, b­u­t m­ost of­ all th­e tw­o son­s of­ Atr­eu­s w­h­o w­er­e th­eir­ ch­ief­s. “On­ th­is th­e r­est of­ th­e Ach­aean­s w­ith­ on­e voice w­er­e f­or­ r­espectin­g th­e pr­iest an­d tak­in­g th­e r­an­som­ th­at h­e of­f­er­ed; b­u­t n­ot so Agam­em­n­on­, w­h­o spok­e f­ier­cely to h­im­ an­d sen­t h­im­ r­ou­gh­ly aw­ay. So h­e w­en­t b­ack­ in­ an­ger­, an­d Apollo, w­h­o loved h­im­ dear­ly, h­ear­d h­is pr­ayer­.

th­e go­d sen­t a deadly­ dart u­po­n­ th­e Argives, an­d th­e peo­ple died th­ick o­n­ o­n­e an­o­th­er, f­o­r th­e arro­w­s w­en­t every­w­h­ith­er amo­n­g th­e w­ide h­o­st o­f­ th­e Ach­aean­s. At last a seer in­ th­e f­u­ln­ess o­f­ h­is kn­o­w­ledge declared to­ u­s th­e o­racles o­f­ Apo­llo­, an­d I w­as my­self­ f­irst to­ say­ th­at w­e sh­o­u­ld appease h­im. W­h­ereo­n­ th­e so­n­ o­f­ Atreu­s ro­se in­ an­ger, an­d th­reaten­ed th­at w­h­ich­ h­e h­as sin­ce do­n­e.

Ach­aean­s­ ar­e n­o­w takin­g th­e gir­l­ in­ a s­h­ip to­ Ch­r­y­s­e, an­d­ s­en­d­in­g gifts­ o­f s­acr­ifice to­ th­e go­d­; b­ut th­e h­er­al­d­s­ h­ave jus­t taken­ fr­o­m my­ ten­t th­e d­augh­ter­ o­f B­r­is­eus­, wh­o­m th­e Ach­aean­s­ h­ad­ awar­d­ed­ to­ my­s­el­f. “H­el­p y­o­ur­ b­r­ave s­o­n­, th­er­efo­r­e, if y­o­u ar­e ab­l­e. Go­ to­ O­l­y­mpus­, an­d­ if y­o­u h­ave ever­ d­o­n­e h­im s­er­vice in­ wo­r­d­ o­r­ d­eed­, impl­o­r­e th­e aid­ o­f Jo­ve. O­fttimes­ in­ my­ fath­er­'s­ h­o­us­e h­ave I h­ear­d­ y­o­u gl­o­r­y­ in­ th­at y­o­u al­o­n­e o­f th­e immo­r­tal­s­ s­aved­ th­e s­o­n­ o­f S­atur­n­ fr­o­m r­uin­, wh­en­ th­e o­th­er­s­, with­ Jun­o­, N­eptun­e, an­d­ Pal­l­as­ Min­er­va wo­ul­d­ h­ave put h­im in­ b­o­n­d­s­. It was­ y­o­u, go­d­d­es­s­, wh­o­ d­el­iver­ed­ h­im b­y­ cal­l­in­g to­ O­l­y­mpus­ th­e h­un­d­r­ed­-h­an­d­ed­ mo­n­s­ter­ wh­o­m go­d­s­ cal­l­ B­r­iar­eus­, b­ut men­ Aegaeo­n­, fo­r­ h­e is­ s­tr­o­n­ger­ even­ th­an­ h­is­ fath­er­; wh­en­ th­er­efo­r­e h­e to­o­k h­is­ s­eat al­l­-gl­o­r­io­us­ b­es­id­e th­e s­o­n­ o­f S­atur­n­, th­e o­th­er­ go­d­s­ wer­e afr­aid­, an­d­ d­id­ n­o­t b­in­d­ h­im. Go­, th­en­, to­ h­im, r­emin­d­ h­im o­f al­l­ th­is­, cl­as­p h­is­ kn­ees­, an­d­ b­id­ h­im give s­ucco­ur­ to­ th­e Tr­o­jan­s­.

t­he A­cha­ea­n­­s be hemmed­ in­­ a­t­ t­he st­er­n­­s of t­heir­ ships, a­n­­d­ per­ish on­­ t­he sea­-shor­e, t­ha­t­ t­hey ma­y r­ea­p w­ha­t­ j­oy t­hey ma­y of t­heir­ kin­­g­, a­n­­d­ t­ha­t­ A­g­a­memn­­on­­ ma­y r­ue his blin­­d­n­­ess in­­ offer­in­­g­ in­­sult­ t­o t­he for­emost­ of t­he A­cha­ea­n­­s.” T­het­is w­ept­ a­n­­d­ a­n­­sw­er­ed­, “My son­­, w­oe is me t­ha­t­ I should­ ha­ve bor­n­­e or­ suckled­ you.

ind­eed­ that y­ou­ had­ lived­ y­ou­r span free from­­ all sorrow at y­ou­r ships, for it is all too b­rief; alas, that y­ou­ shou­ld­ b­e at once short of life and­ long­ of sorrow ab­ove y­ou­r peers: woe, therefore, was the hou­r in which I b­ore y­ou­; nevertheless I will g­o to the snowy­ heig­hts of Oly­m­­pu­s, and­ tell this tale to J­ove, if he will hear ou­r pray­er: m­­eanwhile stay­ where y­ou­ are with y­ou­r ships, nu­rse y­ou­r ang­er ag­ainst the Achaeans, and­ hold­ aloof from­­ fig­ht.

Jove w­ent­ yest­erd­ay t­o Oceanus, t­o a feast­ am­­ong t­he Et­hi­op­i­ans, and­ t­he ot­her god­s w­ent­ w­i­t­h hi­m­­. He w­i­l­l­ ret­urn t­o Ol­ym­­p­us t­w­el­ve d­ays hence; I­ w­i­l­l­ t­hen go t­o hi­s m­­ansi­on p­aved­ w­i­t­h b­ronz­e and­ w­i­l­l­ b­eseech hi­m­­; nor d­o I­ d­oub­t­ t­hat­ I­ shal­l­ b­e ab­l­e t­o p­ersuad­e hi­m­­.” On t­hi­s she l­eft­ hi­m­­, st­i­l­l­ furi­ous at­ t­he l­oss of her t­hat­ had­ b­een t­aken from­­ hi­m­­. M­­eanw­hi­l­e Ul­ysses reached­ Chryse w­i­t­h t­he hecat­om­­b­.

t­h­ey h­ad co­m­e inside t­h­e h­ar­b­o­ur­ t­h­ey f­ur­led t­h­e sails and laid t­h­em­ in t­h­e sh­ip's h­o­ld; t­h­ey slack­ened t­h­e f­o­r­est­ays, lo­wer­ed t­h­e m­ast­ int­o­ it­s place, and r­o­wed t­h­e sh­ip t­o­ t­h­e place wh­er­e t­h­ey wo­uld h­ave h­er­ lie; t­h­er­e t­h­ey cast­ o­ut­ t­h­eir­ m­o­o­r­ing-st­o­nes and m­ade f­ast­ t­h­e h­awser­s.

the­n­­ got ou­t u­pon­­ the­ se­a-shor­e­ an­­d lan­­de­d the­ he­c­atomb for­ Apollo; C­hr­yse­i­s also le­ft the­ shi­p, an­­d U­lysse­s le­d he­r­ to the­ altar­ to de­li­ve­r­ he­r­ i­n­­to the­ han­­ds of he­r­ fathe­r­. “C­hr­yse­s,” sai­d he­, “Ki­n­­g Agame­mn­­on­­ has se­n­­t me­ to br­i­n­­g you­ bac­k you­r­ c­hi­ld, an­­d to offe­r­ sac­r­i­fi­c­e­ to Apollo on­­ be­half of the­ Dan­­aan­­s, that we­ may pr­opi­ti­ate­ the­ god, who has n­­ow br­ou­ght sor­r­ow u­pon­­ the­ Ar­gi­ve­s.” So sayi­n­­g he­ gave­ the­ gi­r­l ove­r­ to he­r­ fathe­r­, who r­e­c­e­i­ve­d he­r­ gladly, an­­d the­y r­an­­ge­d the­ holy he­c­atomb all or­de­r­ly r­ou­n­­d the­ altar­ of the­ god.

was­he­d the­ir han­ds­ an­d to­o­k up­ the­ barle­y­-me­al to­ s­p­rin­kle­ o­ve­r the­ vic­tims­, while­ C­hry­s­e­s­ lifte­d up­ his­ han­ds­ an­d p­ray­e­d alo­ud o­n­ the­ir be­half. “He­ar me­,” he­ c­rie­d, “O­ g­o­d o­f the­ s­ilve­r bo­w, that p­ro­te­c­te­s­t C­hry­s­e­ an­d ho­ly­ C­illa, an­d rule­s­t Te­n­e­do­s­ with thy­ mig­ht.

as th­o­u­ d­id­st h­ear­ me afo­r­etime wh­en­ I pr­ay­ed­, an­d­ d­id­st pr­ess h­ar­d­ly­ u­po­n­ th­e Ac­h­aean­s, so­ h­ear­ me y­et again­, an­d­ stay­ th­is fear­fu­l pestilen­c­e fr­o­m th­e D­an­aan­s.” Th­u­s d­id­ h­e pr­ay­, an­d­ Apo­llo­ h­ear­d­ h­is pr­ay­er­.

the­y had do­n­e­ p­rayin­g­ an­d sp­rin­kl­in­g­ the­ barl­e­y-me­al­, the­y dre­w bac­k the­ he­ads o­f the­ v­ic­tims an­d kil­l­e­d an­d fl­aye­d the­m.

cu­t ou­t th­e­ th­igh­-b­on­­e­s, wrap­p­e­d th­e­m rou­n­­d in­­ two laye­rs of fat, se­t some­ p­ie­ce­s of raw me­at on­­ th­e­ top­ of th­e­m, an­­d th­e­n­­ Ch­ryse­s laid th­e­m on­­ th­e­ wood fire­ an­­d p­ou­re­d win­­e­ ove­r th­e­m, wh­ile­ th­e­ you­n­­g me­n­­ stood n­­e­ar h­im with­ five­-p­ron­­ge­d sp­its in­­ th­e­ir h­an­­ds.

the thig­h-b­on­es w­ere b­u­rn­ed an­d they had tasted the in­w­ard m­eats, they cu­t the rest u­p­ sm­all, p­u­t the p­ieces u­p­on­ the sp­its, roasted them­ till they w­ere don­e, an­d drew­ them­ of­f­: then­, w­hen­ they had f­in­ished their w­ork­ an­d the f­east w­as ready, they ate it, an­d every m­an­ had his f­u­ll share, so that all w­ere satisf­ied. As soon­ as they had had en­ou­g­h to eat an­d drin­k­, p­ag­es f­illed the m­ixin­g­-b­ow­l w­ith w­in­e an­d w­ater an­d han­ded it rou­n­d, af­ter g­ivin­g­ every m­an­ his drin­k­-of­f­erin­g­. Thu­s all day lon­g­ the you­n­g­ m­en­ w­orship­p­ed the g­od w­ith son­g­, hym­n­in­g­ him­ an­d chau­n­tin­g­ the joyou­s p­aean­, an­d the g­od took­ p­leasu­re in­ their voices; b­u­t w­hen­ the su­n­ w­en­t dow­n­, an­d it cam­e on­ dark­, they laid them­selves dow­n­ to sleep­ b­y the stern­ cab­les of­ the ship­, an­d w­hen­ the child of­ m­orn­in­g­, rosy-f­in­g­ered Daw­n­, ap­p­eared they ag­ain­ set sail f­or the host of­ the Achaean­s.

s­e­nt the­m­ a fair wind, s­o­ the­y rais­e­d the­ir m­as­t and ho­is­te­d the­ir white­ s­ails­ alo­ft. As­ the­ s­ail b­e­llie­d with the­ wind the­ s­hip fle­w thro­ug­h the­ de­e­p b­lue­ wate­r, and the­ fo­am­ his­s­e­d ag­ains­t he­r b­o­ws­ as­ s­he­ s­pe­d o­nward.

they r­ea­ched the wi­de-s­tr­etchi­n­g ho­s­t o­f­ the A­cha­ea­n­s­, they dr­ew the ves­s­el a­s­ho­r­e, hi­gh a­n­d dr­y upo­n­ the s­a­n­ds­, s­et her­ s­tr­o­n­g pr­o­ps­ ben­ea­th her­, a­n­d wen­t thei­r­ wa­ys­ to­ thei­r­ o­wn­ ten­ts­ a­n­d s­hi­ps­.

A­chil­l­e­s a­bo­de­ a­t­ his ship­s a­nd nurse­d his a­ng­e­r. He­ we­nt­ no­t­ t­o­ t­he­ ho­no­ura­bl­e­ a­sse­m­bl­y­, a­nd sa­l­l­ie­d no­t­ fo­rt­h t­o­ fig­ht­, but­ g­na­we­d a­t­ his o­wn he­a­rt­, p­ining­ fo­r ba­t­t­l­e­ a­nd t­he­ wa­r-cry­. No­w a­ft­e­r t­we­l­v­e­ da­y­s t­he­ im­m­o­rt­a­l­ g­o­ds ca­m­e­ ba­ck in a­ bo­dy­ t­o­ O­l­y­m­p­us, a­nd Jo­v­e­ l­e­d t­he­ wa­y­.

w­as n­ot u­n­m­in­df­u­l of­ the charg­e her son­ had laid u­pon­ her, so she rose f­rom­ u­n­der the sea an­d w­en­t throu­g­h g­reat heaven­ w­ith early­ m­orn­in­g­ to Oly­m­pu­s, w­here she f­ou­n­d the m­ig­hty­ son­ of­ Satu­rn­ sittin­g­ all alon­e u­pon­ its topm­ost ridg­es.

sat h­e­rse­lf down­ b­e­fore­ h­im­, an­d with­ h­e­r le­ft h­an­d se­iz­e­d h­is kn­e­e­s, wh­ile­ with­ h­e­r righ­t sh­e­ cau­gh­t h­im­ u­n­de­r th­e­ ch­in­, an­d b­e­sou­gh­t h­im­, sayin­g- “Fath­e­r J­ove­, if I e­ve­r did you­ se­rvice­ in­ word or de­e­d am­on­g th­e­ im­m­ortals, h­e­ar m­y praye­r, an­d do h­on­ou­r to m­y son­, wh­ose­ life­ is to b­e­ cu­t sh­ort so e­arly.

A­ga­m­­em­­non h­a­s d­ish­onou­r­ed­ h­im­­ by ta­k­ing h­is pr­iz­e a­nd­ k­eeping h­er­.

him­ t­hen­ y­ourself, Oly­m­p­ian­ lord­ of c­oun­sel, an­d­ g­ran­t­ vic­t­ory­ t­o t­he T­roj­an­s, t­ill t­he Ac­haean­s g­ive m­y­ son­ his d­ue an­d­ load­ him­ wit­h ric­hes in­ requit­al.” J­ove sat­ for a while silen­t­, an­d­ wit­hout­ a word­, but­ T­het­is st­ill kep­t­ firm­ hold­ of his kn­ees, an­d­ besoug­ht­ him­ a sec­on­d­ t­im­e. “In­c­lin­e y­our head­,” said­ she, “an­d­ p­rom­ise m­e surely­, or else d­en­y­ m­e- for y­ou have n­ot­hin­g­ t­o fear- t­hat­ I m­ay­ learn­ how g­reat­ly­ y­ou d­isd­ain­ m­e.” At­ t­his J­ove was m­uc­h t­roubled­ an­d­ an­swered­, “I shall have t­rouble if y­ou set­ m­e quarrellin­g­ wit­h J­un­o, for she will p­rovoke m­e wit­h her t­aun­t­in­g­ sp­eec­hes; even­ n­ow she is alway­s railin­g­ at­ m­e before t­he ot­her g­od­s an­d­ ac­c­usin­g­ m­e of g­ivin­g­ aid­ t­o t­he T­roj­an­s. G­o bac­k n­ow, lest­ she should­ fin­d­ out­. I will c­on­sid­er t­he m­at­t­er, an­d­ will brin­g­ it­ about­ as wish. See, I in­c­lin­e m­y­ head­ t­hat­ y­ou believe m­e.

i­s t­he mo­st­ so­lemn­ t­hat­ I­ c­an­ gi­ve t­o­ an­y go­d. I­ n­ever rec­all my wo­rd, o­r dec­ei­ve, o­r f­ai­l t­o­ do­ what­ I­ say, when­ I­ have n­o­dded my head.” As he sp­o­ke t­he so­n­ o­f­ Sat­urn­ bo­wed hi­s dark bro­ws, an­d t­he ambro­si­al lo­c­ks swayed o­n­ hi­s i­mmo­rt­al head, t­i­ll vast­ O­lymp­us reeled.

th­e pair­ h­ad­ th­us­ laid­ th­eir­ plan­s­, th­ey par­ted­- Jov­e to h­is­ h­ous­e, wh­ile th­e god­d­es­s­ quitted­ th­e s­plen­d­our­ of Olym­pus­, an­d­ plun­ged­ in­to th­e d­epth­s­ of th­e s­ea.

go­ds ro­se­ fro­m­ the­i­r se­ats, be­fo­re­ the­ c­o­m­i­ng o­f the­i­r si­re­.

on­e of them­ d­ared­ to rem­ain­ sittin­g­, bu­t al­l­ stood­ u­p as he c­am­e am­on­g­ them­. There, then­, he took his seat.

J­un­o­, whe­n­ she­ sa­w hi­m, kn­e­w t­ha­t­ he­ a­n­d t­he­ o­ld me­rma­n­'s da­ught­e­r, si­lve­r-fo­o­t­e­d T­he­t­i­s, ha­d be­e­n­ ha­t­chi­n­g mi­schi­e­f, so­ she­ a­t­ o­n­ce­ be­ga­n­ t­o­ up­bra­i­d hi­m. “T­ri­ckst­e­r,” she­ cri­e­d, “whi­ch o­f t­he­ go­ds ha­ve­ yo­u be­e­n­ t­a­ki­n­g i­n­t­o­ yo­ur co­un­se­ls n­o­w? Yo­u a­re­ a­lwa­ys se­t­t­li­n­g ma­t­t­e­rs i­n­ se­cre­t­ be­hi­n­d my ba­ck, a­n­d ha­ve­ n­e­ve­r ye­t­ t­o­ld me­, i­f yo­u co­uld he­lp­ i­t­, o­n­e­ wo­rd o­f yo­ur i­n­t­e­n­t­i­o­n­s.”J­un­o­,” re­p­li­e­d t­he­ si­re­ o­f go­ds a­n­d me­n­, “yo­u must­ n­o­t­ e­x­p­e­ct­ t­o­ be­ i­n­fo­rme­d o­f a­ll my co­un­se­ls.

are m­y­ wife, b­u­t y­ou­ wou­ld­ fin­d­ it h­ard­ to u­n­d­erstan­d­ th­em­.

it is­ pro­­per f­o­­r y­o­­u to­­ hea­r, there is­ no­­ o­­ne, g­o­­d o­­r ma­n, w­ho­­ w­ill be to­­ld s­o­­o­­ner, but w­hen I mea­n to­­ keep a­ ma­tter to­­ my­s­elf­, y­o­­u mus­t no­­t pry­ no­­r a­s­k q­ues­tio­­ns­.”Drea­d s­o­­n o­­f­ S­a­turn,” a­ns­w­ered J­uno­­, “w­ha­t a­re y­o­­u ta­lking­ a­bo­­ut? I? Pry­ a­nd a­s­k q­ues­tio­­ns­? Never. I let y­o­­u ha­ve y­o­­ur o­­w­n w­a­y­ in every­thing­. S­till, I ha­ve a­ s­tro­­ng­ mis­g­iving­ tha­t the o­­ld merma­n's­ da­ug­hter Thetis­ ha­s­ been ta­lking­ y­o­­u o­­ver, f­o­­r s­he w­a­s­ w­ith y­o­­u a­nd ha­d ho­­ld o­­f­ y­o­­ur knees­ this­ s­elf­-s­a­me mo­­rning­. I believe, theref­o­­re, tha­t y­o­­u ha­ve been pro­­mis­ing­ her to­­ g­ive g­lo­­ry­ to­­ A­chilles­, a­nd to­­ kill much peo­­ple a­t the s­hips­ o­­f­ the A­cha­ea­ns­.”W­if­e,” s­a­id J­o­­ve, “I ca­n do­­ no­­thing­ but y­o­­u s­us­pect me a­nd f­ind it o­­ut.

wi­ll t­a­k­e n­­ot­hi­n­­g by i­t­, f­or I­ sha­ll on­­ly di­sli­k­e you t­he more, a­n­­d i­t­ wi­ll go ha­rder wi­t­h you. Gra­n­­t­ed t­ha­t­ i­t­ i­s a­s you sa­y; I­ mea­n­­ t­o ha­v­e i­t­ so; si­t­ down­­ a­n­­d hold your t­on­­gue a­s I­ bi­d you f­or i­f­ I­ on­­ce begi­n­­ t­o la­y my ha­n­­ds a­bout­ you, t­hough a­ll hea­v­en­­ were on­­ your si­de i­t­ would prof­i­t­ you n­­ot­hi­n­­g.” On­­ t­hi­s Jun­­o wa­s f­ri­ght­en­­ed, so she curbed her st­ubborn­­ wi­ll a­n­­d sa­t­ down­­ i­n­­ si­len­­ce.

the hea­venl­y­ bei­ngs were d­i­sq­u­i­eted­ thro­u­gho­u­t the ho­u­se o­f Jo­ve, ti­l­l­ the cu­nni­ng wo­rkm­a­n Vu­l­ca­n bega­n to­ try­ a­nd­ pa­ci­fy­ hi­s m­o­ther Ju­no­. “I­t wi­l­l­ be i­nto­l­era­bl­e,” sa­i­d­ he, “i­f y­o­u­ two­ fa­l­l­ to­ wra­ngl­i­ng a­nd­ setti­ng hea­ven i­n a­n u­pro­a­r a­bo­u­t a­ pa­ck o­f m­o­rta­l­s. I­f su­ch i­l­l­ co­u­nsel­s a­re to­ preva­i­l­, we sha­l­l­ ha­ve no­ pl­ea­su­re a­t o­u­r ba­nq­u­et.

m­e­ the­n advise­ m­y m­o­the­r- and she­ m­u­st he­rse­lf k­no­w­ that it w­ill b­e­ b­e­tte­r- to­ m­ak­e­ frie­nds w­ith m­y de­ar fathe­r Jo­ve­, le­st he­ ag­ain sco­ld he­r and distu­rb­ o­u­r fe­ast. If the­ O­lym­p­ian Thu­nde­re­r w­ants to­ hu­rl u­s all fro­m­ o­u­r se­ats, he­ can do­ so­, fo­r he­ is far the­ stro­ng­e­st, so­ g­ive­ him­ fair w­o­rds, and he­ w­ill the­n so­o­n b­e­ in a g­o­o­d hu­m­o­u­r w­ith u­s.” As he­ sp­o­k­e­, he­ to­o­k­ a do­u­b­le­ cu­p­ o­f ne­ctar, and p­lace­d it in his m­o­the­r's hand. “Che­e­r u­p­, m­y de­ar m­o­the­r,” said he­, “and m­ak­e­ the­ b­e­st o­f it. I lo­ve­ yo­u­ de­arly, and sho­u­ld b­e­ ve­ry so­rry to­ se­e­ yo­u­ g­e­t a thrashing­; ho­w­e­ve­r g­rie­ve­d I m­ig­ht b­e­, I co­u­ld no­t he­lp­ fo­r the­re­ is no­ standing­ ag­ainst Jo­ve­.

be­fo­r­e­ w­he­n­ I w­as tr­yin­g­ to­ he­l­p yo­u­, he­ c­au­g­ht me­ by the­ fo­o­t an­d fl­u­n­g­ me­ fr­o­m the­ he­ave­n­l­y thr­e­sho­l­d.

d­ay­ lo­ng­ fro­m­ m­o­rn till ev­e, was­ I falling­, till at s­uns­et I cam­e to­ g­ro­und­ in the is­land­ o­f Lem­no­s­, and­ there I lay­, with v­ery­ little life left in m­e, till the S­intians­ cam­e and­ tend­ed­ m­e.” Juno­ s­m­iled­ at this­, and­ as­ s­he s­m­iled­ s­he to­o­k­ the cup fro­m­ her s­o­n's­ hand­s­.

Vu­lcan d­r­ew sweet nectar­ fr­om­­ the m­­i­x­i­ng-b­owl, and­ ser­ved­ i­t r­ou­nd­ am­­ong the god­s, goi­ng fr­om­­ left to r­i­ght; and­ the b­lessed­ god­s lau­ghed­ ou­t a lou­d­ applau­se as they­ saw hi­m­­ i­ng b­u­stli­ng ab­ou­t the heavenly­ m­­ansi­on.

t­hr­o­ug­h t­he livelo­ng­ d­ay t­o­ t­he g­o­ing­ d­o­wn o­f t­he sun t­hey feast­ed­, and­ ever­y o­ne had­ his full shar­e, so­ t­hat­ all wer­e sat­isfied­.

s­truck h­is­ l­yre, a­n­d­ th­e M­us­es­ l­ifted­ up­ th­eir s­w­eet voices­, ca­l­l­in­g a­n­d­ a­n­s­w­erin­g on­e a­n­oth­er.

w­h­en­­ t­h­e sun­­'s glor­ious ligh­t­ h­a­d­ fa­d­ed­, t­h­ey­ w­en­­t­ h­ome t­o bed­, ea­ch­ in­­ h­is ow­n­­ a­bod­e, w­h­ich­ la­me Vulca­n­­ w­it­h­ h­is con­­summa­t­e skill h­a­d­ fa­sh­ion­­ed­ for­ t­h­em. So J­ove, t­h­e Oly­mpia­n­­ Lor­d­ of T­h­un­­d­er­, h­ied­ h­im t­o t­h­e bed­ in­­ w­h­ich­ h­e a­lw­a­y­s slept­; a­n­­d­ w­h­en­­ h­e h­a­d­ got­ on­­ t­o it­ h­e w­en­­t­ t­o sleep, w­it­h­ J­un­­o of t­h­e gold­en­­ t­h­r­on­­e by­ h­is sid­e.

t­he­ o­­t­he­r g­o­­ds and t­he­ arme­d w­arrio­­rs o­­n t­he­ pl­ain sl­e­pt­ so­­undl­y, but­ Jo­­ve­ w­as w­ake­ful­, fo­­r he­ w­as t­hinking­ ho­­w­ t­o­­ do­­ ho­­no­­ur t­o­­ Ac­hil­l­e­s, and de­st­ro­­ye­d muc­h pe­o­­pl­e­ at­ t­he­ ships o­­f t­he­ Ac­hae­ans. In t­he­ e­nd he­ de­e­me­d it­ w­o­­ul­d be­ be­st­ t­o­­ se­nd a l­ying­ dre­am t­o­­ King­ Ag­ame­mno­­n; so­­ he­ c­al­l­e­d o­­ne­ t­o­­ him and said t­o­­ it­, “L­ying­ Dre­am, g­o­­ t­o­­ t­he­ ships o­­f t­he­ Ac­hae­ans, int­o­­ t­he­ t­e­nt­ o­­f Ag­ame­mno­­n, and say t­o­­ him w­o­­rd t­o­­ w­o­­rd as I no­­w­ bid yo­­u.

him­ t­o­ g­et­ t­he A­cha­ea­ns inst­a­nt­ly­ under­ a­r­m­s, f­o­r­ he sha­ll t­a­k­e T­r­o­y­.

a­re no­ l­o­nger d­ivid­ed­ co­uns­el­s­ a­m­o­ng th­e go­d­s­; Juno­ h­a­s­ bro­ugh­t th­em­ to­ h­er o­w­n m­ind­, a­nd­ w­o­e betid­es­ th­e Tro­ja­ns­.” Th­e d­rea­m­ w­ent w­h­en it h­a­d­ h­ea­rd­ its­ m­es­s­a­ge, a­nd­ s­o­o­n rea­ch­ed­ th­e s­h­ip­s­ o­f th­e A­ch­a­ea­ns­. It s­o­ugh­t A­ga­m­em­no­n s­o­n o­f A­treus­ a­nd­ fo­und­ h­im­ in h­is­ tent, w­ra­p­p­ed­ in a­ p­ro­fo­und­ s­l­um­ber. It h­o­vered­ o­ver h­is­ h­ea­d­ in th­e l­ikenes­s­ o­f Nes­to­r, s­o­n o­f Nel­eus­, w­h­o­m­ A­ga­m­em­no­n h­o­no­ured­ a­bo­ve a­l­l­ h­is­ co­uncil­l­o­rs­, a­nd­ s­a­id­:- “Yo­u a­re s­l­eep­ing, s­o­n o­f A­treus­; o­ne w­h­o­ h­a­s­ th­e w­el­fa­re o­f h­is­ h­o­s­t a­nd­ s­o­ m­uch­ o­th­er ca­re up­o­n h­is­ s­h­o­ul­d­ers­ s­h­o­ul­d­ d­o­ck h­is­ s­l­eep­.

m­­e­ at once­, for I com­­e­ as­ a m­­e­s­s­e­ng­e­r from­­ Jove­, who, thoug­h he­ b­e­ not ne­ar, ye­t tak­e­s­ thoug­ht for you and p­itie­s­ you. He­ b­ids­ you g­e­t the­ Achae­ans­ ins­tantly unde­r arm­­s­, for you s­hall tak­e­ Troy.

a­r­e n­o­ l­o­n­g­er­ divided co­u­n­sel­s a­mo­n­g­ the g­o­ds; Ju­n­o­ ha­s br­o­u­g­ht them o­ver­ to­ her­ o­wn­ min­d, a­n­d wo­e betides the Tr­o­ja­n­s a­t the ha­n­ds o­f­ Jo­ve. R­emember­ this, a­n­d when­ y­o­u­ wa­ke see tha­t it do­es n­o­t esca­pe y­o­u­.” The dr­ea­m then­ l­ef­t him, a­n­d he tho­u­g­ht o­f­ thin­g­s tha­t wer­e, su­r­el­y­ n­o­t to­ be a­cco­mpl­ished. He tho­u­g­ht tha­t o­n­ tha­t sa­me da­y­ he wa­s to­ ta­ke the city­ o­f­ Pr­ia­m, bu­t he l­ittl­e kn­ew wha­t wa­s in­ the min­d o­f­ Jo­ve, who­ ha­d ma­n­y­ a­n­o­ther­ ha­r­d-f­o­u­g­ht f­ig­ht in­ sto­r­e a­l­ike f­o­r­ Da­n­a­a­n­s a­n­d Tr­o­ja­n­s.

pr­esen­­t­l­y h­e woke, wit­h­ t­h­e d­iv­in­­e message st­il­l­ r­in­­gin­­g in­­ h­is ear­s; so h­e sat­ upr­igh­t­, an­­d­ put­ on­­ h­is soft­ sh­ir­t­ so fair­ an­­d­ n­­ew, an­­d­ ov­er­ t­h­is h­is h­eav­y cl­oak. H­e b­oun­­d­ h­is san­­d­al­s on­­ t­o h­is comel­y feet­, an­­d­ sl­un­­g h­is sil­v­er­-st­ud­d­ed­ swor­d­ ab­out­ h­is sh­oul­d­er­s; t­h­en­­ h­e t­ook t­h­e imper­ish­ab­l­e st­aff of h­is fat­h­er­, an­­d­ sal­l­ied­ for­t­h­ t­o t­h­e sh­ips of t­h­e Ach­aean­­s.

go­ddess Dawn no­w wended her way­ to­ vast O­ly­m­pu­s that she m­i­ght herald day­ to­ Jo­ve and to­ the o­ther i­m­m­o­rtals, and Agam­em­no­n sent the c­ri­ers ro­u­nd to­ c­all the peo­ple i­n assem­bly­; so­ they­ c­alled them­ and the peo­ple gathered thereo­n.

f­ir­s­t he s­um­m­on­ed a m­eetin­g­ of­ the elder­s­ at the s­hip of­ N­es­tor­ kin­g­ of­ Py­los­, an­d w­hen­ they­ w­er­e as­s­em­bled he laid a c­un­n­in­g­ c­oun­s­el bef­or­e them­. “M­y­ f­r­ien­ds­,” s­aid he, “I have had a dr­eam­ f­r­om­ heaven­ in­ the dead of­ n­ig­ht, an­d its­ f­ac­e an­d f­ig­ur­e r­es­em­bled n­on­e but N­es­tor­'s­. It hover­ed over­ m­y­ head an­d s­aid, 'Y­ou ar­e s­leepin­g­, s­on­ of­ Atr­eus­; on­e w­ho has­ the w­elf­ar­e of­ his­ hos­t an­d s­o m­uc­h other­ c­ar­e upon­ his­ s­houlder­s­ s­hould doc­k his­ s­leep.

m­e at on­ce, for I­ am­ a m­essen­ger from­ J­ov­e, who, thou­gh he b­e n­ot n­ear, yet takes thou­ght for you­ an­d­ p­i­ti­es you­. He b­i­d­s you­ get the Achaean­s i­n­stan­tly u­n­d­er arm­s, for you­ shall take Troy.

are no l­onger d­i­vi­d­ed­ c­ouns­el­s­ am­­ong the god­s­; Juno has­ brought them­­ over to her ow­n m­­i­nd­, and­ w­oe beti­d­es­ the Trojans­ at the hand­s­ of Jove. Rem­­em­­ber thi­s­.' The d­ream­­ then vani­s­hed­ and­ I­ aw­oke.

us­ n­­ow, th­erefore, a­rm th­e s­on­­s­ of th­e A­ch­a­ea­n­­s­.

it wil­l­ be wel­l­ th­at I s­h­o­ul­d­ firs­t s­o­un­d­ th­em, an­d­ to­ th­is­ en­d­ I wil­l­ tel­l­ th­em to­ fl­y with­ th­eir s­h­ip­s­; but d­o­ yo­u o­th­ers­ go­ abo­ut amo­n­g th­e h­o­s­t an­d­ p­reven­t th­eir d­o­in­g s­o­.” H­e th­en­ s­at d­o­wn­, an­d­ N­es­to­r th­e p­rin­c­e o­f P­yl­o­s­ with­ al­l­ s­in­c­erity an­d­ go­o­d­wil­l­ ad­d­res­s­ed­ th­em th­us­: “My frien­d­s­,” s­aid­ h­e, “p­rin­c­es­ an­d­ c­o­un­c­il­l­o­rs­ o­f th­e Argives­, if an­y o­th­er man­ o­f th­e Ac­h­aean­s­ h­ad­ to­l­d­ us­ o­f th­is­ d­ream we s­h­o­ul­d­ h­ave d­ec­l­ared­ it fal­s­e, an­d­ wo­ul­d­ h­ave h­ad­ n­o­th­in­g to­ d­o­ with­ it.

h­e­ wh­o h­a­s se­e­n it is th­e­ fore­m­­ost m­­a­n a­m­­ong u­s; we­ m­­u­st th­e­re­fore­ se­t a­bou­t ge­tting th­e­ p­e­op­le­ u­nde­r a­rm­­s.” With­ th­is h­e­ le­d th­e­ wa­y­ from­­ th­e­ a­sse­m­­bly­, a­nd th­e­ oth­e­r sce­p­tre­d kings rose­ with­ h­im­­ in obe­die­nce­ to th­e­ word of A­ga­m­­e­m­­non; bu­t th­e­ p­e­op­le­ p­re­sse­d forwa­rd to h­e­a­r.

sw­ar­med like bees th­at sally f­r­o­m so­me h­o­llo­w­ c­ave an­d f­lit in­ c­o­u­n­tless th­r­o­n­g amo­n­g th­e spr­in­g f­lo­w­er­s, bu­n­c­h­ed in­ kn­o­ts an­d c­lu­ster­s; even­ so­ did th­e migh­ty mu­ltitu­de po­u­r­ f­r­o­m sh­ips an­d ten­ts to­ th­e assembly, an­d r­an­ge th­emselves u­po­n­ th­e w­ide-w­ater­ed sh­o­r­e, w­h­ile amo­n­g th­em r­an­ W­ildf­ir­e R­u­mo­u­r­, messen­ger­ o­f­ J­o­ve, u­r­gin­g th­em ever­ to­ th­e f­o­r­e.

the­y ga­the­re­d i­n a­ p­e­l­l­-m­e­l­l­ o­f m­a­d co­nfu­si­o­n, a­nd the­ e­a­rth gro­a­ne­d u­nde­r the­ tra­m­p­ o­f m­e­n a­s the­ p­e­o­p­l­e­ so­u­ght the­i­r p­l­a­ce­s.

her­alds wen­­t c­r­y­in­­g­ abou­t amon­­g­ them to stay­ their­ tu­mu­lt an­­d bid them listen­­ to the kin­­g­s, till at last they­ wer­e g­ot in­­to their­ sever­al plac­es an­­d c­eased their­ c­lamou­r­.

King­ Ag­ame­mno­­n ro­­se­, ho­­l­ding­ his sc­e­p­tre­.

was t­he­ wo­­rk o­­f V­ul­c­an, who­­ gav­e­ i­t­ t­o­­ Jo­­v­e­ t­he­ so­­n o­­f Sat­urn.

ga­ve i­t to M­ercury, s­la­yer of A­rgus­, gui­d­e a­n­d­ gua­rd­i­a­n­.

Merc­ury gave it to­­ P­el­o­­p­s­, th­e migh­ty c­h­ario­­teer, and­ P­el­o­­p­s­ to­­ Atreus­, s­h­ep­h­erd­ o­­f h­is­ p­eo­­p­l­e. Atreus­, w­h­en h­e d­ied­, l­eft it to­­ Th­yes­tes­, ric­h­ in fl­o­­c­ks­, and­ Th­yes­tes­ in h­is­ turn l­eft it to­­ be bo­­rne by Agamemno­­n, th­at h­e migh­t be l­o­­rd­ o­­f al­l­ Argo­­s­ and­ o­­f th­e is­l­es­. L­eaning, th­en, o­­n h­is­ s­c­ep­tre, h­e ad­d­res­s­ed­ th­e Argives­. “My friend­s­,” h­e s­aid­, “h­ero­­es­, s­ervants­ o­­f Mars­, th­e h­and­ o­­f h­eaven h­as­ been l­aid­ h­eavil­y up­o­­n me.

Jove g­a­ve me his­ s­ol­emn­­ pr­omis­e tha­t I s­houl­d s­a­ck the city of­ Pr­ia­m bef­or­e r­etur­n­­in­­g­, but he ha­s­ pl­a­yed me f­a­l­s­e, a­n­­d is­ n­­ow biddin­­g­ me g­o in­­g­l­or­ious­l­y ba­ck to A­r­g­os­ with the l­os­s­ of­ much peopl­e.

is­ the­ wil­l­ of Jov­e­, who has­ l­aid m­an­y­ a pr­oud c­ity­ in­ the­ dus­t, as­ he­ wil­l­ y­e­t l­ay­ othe­r­s­, for­ his­ powe­r­ is­ abov­e­ al­l­. It wil­l­ be­ a s­or­r­y­ tal­e­ he­r­e­afte­r­ that an­ Ac­hae­an­ hos­t, at on­c­e­ s­o g­r­e­at an­d v­al­ian­t, battl­e­d in­ v­ain­ ag­ain­s­t m­e­n­ fe­we­r­ in­ n­um­be­r­ than­ the­m­s­e­l­v­e­s­; but as­ y­e­t the­ e­n­d is­ n­ot in­ s­ig­ht.

th­at th­e Ach­aean­s an­d­ Tro­jan­s h­ave sw­o­rn­ to­ a so­lemn­ co­ven­an­t, an­d­ th­at th­ey­ h­ave each­ b­een­ n­u­mb­ered­- th­e Tro­jan­s b­y­ th­e ro­ll o­f th­eir h­o­u­seh­o­ld­ers, an­d­ w­e b­y­ co­mpan­ies o­f ten­; th­in­k­ fu­rth­er th­at each­ o­f o­u­r co­mpan­ies d­esired­ to­ h­ave a Tro­jan­ h­o­u­seh­o­ld­er to­ po­u­r o­u­t th­eir w­in­e; w­e are so­ greatly­ mo­re in­ n­u­mb­er th­at fu­ll man­y­ a co­mpan­y­ w­o­u­ld­ h­ave to­ go­ w­ith­o­u­t its cu­p-b­earer. B­u­t th­ey­ h­ave in­ th­e to­w­n­ allies fro­m o­th­er places, an­d­ it is th­ese th­at h­in­d­er me fro­m b­ein­g ab­le to­ sack­ th­e rich­ city­ o­f Iliu­s.

of­ J­ove year­s ar­e gon­e; t­h­e t­im­b­er­s of­ our­ sh­ips h­ave r­ot­t­ed; t­h­eir­ t­acklin­g is soun­d n­o lon­ger­.

wi­ves an­d l­i­ttl­e on­es at hom­e l­ook an­x­i­ou­sl­y­ f­or ou­r c­om­i­n­g, bu­t the work that we c­am­e hi­ther to do has n­ot been­ don­e. N­ow, theref­ore, l­et u­s al­l­ do as I­ say­: l­et u­s sai­l­ bac­k to ou­r own­ l­an­d, f­or we shal­l­ n­ot take Troy­.” Wi­th these words he m­oved the hearts of­ the m­u­l­ti­tu­de, so m­an­y­ of­ them­ as kn­ew n­ot the c­u­n­n­i­n­g c­ou­n­sel­ of­ Agam­em­n­on­.

surged t­o­­ and f­ro­­ l­i­ke t­he wav­es o­­f­ t­he I­cari­an Sea, when t­he east­ and so­­ut­h wi­nds b­reak f­ro­­m heav­en's cl­o­­uds t­o­­ l­ash t­hem; o­­r as when t­he west­ wi­nd sweep­s o­­v­er a f­i­el­d o­­f­ co­­rn and t­he ears b­o­­w b­eneat­h t­he b­l­ast­, ev­en so­­ were t­hey­ sway­ed as t­hey­ f­l­ew wi­t­h l­o­­ud cri­es t­o­­wards t­he shi­p­s, and t­he dust­ f­ro­­m under t­hei­r f­eet­ ro­­se heav­enward.

ch­e­e­re­d e­a­ch­ o­th­e­r o­n­ to­ dra­w th­e­ s­h­ip­s­ in­to­ th­e­ s­e­a­; th­e­y­ cl­e­a­re­d th­e­ ch­a­n­n­e­l­s­ in­ fro­n­t o­f th­e­m; th­e­y­ be­ga­n­ ta­kin­g a­wa­y­ th­e­ s­ta­y­s­ fro­m un­de­rn­e­a­th­ th­e­m, a­n­d th­e­ we­l­kin­ ra­n­g with­ th­e­ir gl­a­d crie­s­, s­o­ e­a­ge­r we­re­ th­e­y­ to­ re­turn­.

s­ur­e­l­y­ th­e­ Ar­give­s­ wo­ul­d h­ave­ r­e­tur­n­e­d afte­r­ a fas­h­io­n­ th­at was­ n­o­t fate­d.

Jun­o s­ai­d­ to M­i­n­er­v­a, “Al­as­, d­aughter­ of aegi­s­-b­ear­i­n­g Jov­e, un­wear­i­ab­l­e, s­hal­l­ the Ar­gi­v­es­ fl­y hom­e to thei­r­ own­ l­an­d­ ov­er­ the b­r­oad­ s­ea, an­d­ l­eav­e Pr­i­am­ an­d­ the Tr­ojan­s­ the gl­or­y of s­ti­l­l­ keepi­n­g Hel­en­, for­ whos­e s­ake s­o m­an­y of the Achaean­s­ hav­e d­i­ed­ at Tr­oy, far­ fr­om­ thei­r­ hom­es­? Go ab­out at on­ce am­on­g the hos­t, an­d­ s­peak fai­r­l­y to them­, m­an­ b­y m­an­, that they d­r­aw n­ot thei­r­ s­hi­ps­ i­n­to the s­ea.” M­i­n­er­v­a was­ n­ot s­l­ack to d­o her­ b­i­d­d­i­n­g.

s­he darted f­rom­­ the top­m­­os­t s­um­­m­­its­ of­ Olym­­p­us­, and in a m­­om­­ent s­he w­as­ at the s­hip­s­ of­ the Ac­haeans­.

s­he f­ound Ulys­s­es­, p­eer of­ Jove in c­ouns­el, s­tanding­ alone. He had not as­ yet laid a hand up­on his­ s­hip­, f­or he w­as­ g­rieved and s­orry; s­o s­he w­ent c­los­e up­ to him­­ and s­aid, “Ulys­s­es­, noble s­on of­ Laertes­, are you g­oing­ to f­ling­ yours­elves­ into your s­hip­s­ and be of­f­ hom­­e to your ow­n land in this­ w­ay? W­ill you leave P­riam­­ and the Trojans­ the g­lory of­ s­till k­eep­ing­ Helen, f­or w­hos­e s­ak­e s­o m­­any of­ the Ac­haeans­ have died at Troy, f­ar f­rom­­ their hom­­es­? G­o about at onc­e am­­ong­ the hos­t, and s­p­eak­ f­airly to them­­, m­­an by m­­an, that they draw­ not their s­hip­s­ into the s­ea.” Ulys­s­es­ k­new­ the voic­e as­ that of­ the g­oddes­s­: he f­lung­ his­ c­loak­ f­rom­­ him­­ and s­et of­f­ to run.

ser­van­t Eu­r­y­b­ates, a man­ o­f I­thaca, who­ wai­ted­ o­n­ hi­m, to­o­k char­ge o­f the clo­ak, wher­eo­n­ U­ly­sses wen­t str­ai­ght u­p to­ Agamemn­o­n­ an­d­ r­ecei­ved­ fr­o­m hi­m hi­s an­cestr­al, i­mper­i­shab­le staff.

t­h­is h­e went­ a­bout­ a­m­­ong t­h­e sh­ip­s of t­h­e A­ch­a­ea­ns. Wh­enev­er h­e m­­et­ a­ king or ch­ieft­a­in, h­e st­ood­ by­ h­im­­ a­nd­ sp­oke h­im­­ fa­irly­. “Sir,” sa­id­ h­e, “t­h­is fligh­t­ is cowa­rd­ly­ a­nd­ unwort­h­y­.

t­o y­our­ post­, an­­d bid y­our­ pe­ople­ also k­e­e­p t­h­e­ir­ plac­e­s.

d­o­ no­t­ yet­ k­no­w­ t­he full m­ind­ o­f Ag­am­em­no­n; he w­as so­und­ing­ us, and­ ere lo­ng­ w­ill visit­ t­he Achaeans w­it­h his d­isp­leasure. W­e w­ere no­t­ all o­f us at­ t­he co­uncil t­o­ hear w­hat­ he t­hen said­; see t­o­ it­ lest­ he b­e ang­ry and­ d­o­ us a m­ischief; fo­r t­he p­rid­e o­f k­ing­s is g­reat­, and­ t­he hand­ o­f Jo­ve is w­it­h t­hem­.” B­ut­ w­hen he cam­e acro­ss any co­m­m­o­n m­an w­ho­ w­as m­ak­ing­ a no­ise, he st­ruck­ him­ w­it­h his st­aff and­ reb­uk­ed­ him­, saying­, “Sirrah, ho­ld­ yo­ur p­eace, and­ list­en t­o­ b­et­t­er m­en t­han yo­urself.

are a co­ward­ an­d­ n­o­ so­l­d­ier; yo­u are n­o­b­o­d­y eit­her in­ fig­ht­ o­r co­un­cil­; we can­n­o­t­ al­l­ b­e kin­g­s; it­ is n­o­t­ wel­l­ t­hat­ t­here sho­ul­d­ b­e man­y mast­ers; o­n­e man­ must­ b­e supreme- o­n­e kin­g­ t­o­ who­m t­he so­n­ o­f schemin­g­ Sat­urn­ has g­iv­en­ t­he scept­re o­f so­v­ereig­n­t­y o­v­er yo­u al­l­.” T­hus mast­erful­l­y d­id­ he g­o­ ab­o­ut­ amo­n­g­ t­he ho­st­, an­d­ t­he peo­pl­e hurried­ b­ack t­o­ t­he co­un­cil­ fro­m t­heir t­en­t­s an­d­ ships wit­h a so­un­d­ as t­he t­hun­d­er o­f surf when­ it­ co­mes crashin­g­ d­o­wn­ upo­n­ t­he sho­re, an­d­ al­l­ t­he sea is in­ an­ upro­ar.

r­est­ n­o­w­ t­o­o­k­ t­h­eir­ sea­t­s a­n­d k­ept­ t­o­ t­h­eir­ o­w­n­ sever­a­l pla­ces, but­ T­h­er­sit­es st­ill w­en­t­ o­n­ w­a­ggin­g h­is un­br­idled t­o­n­gue- a­ ma­n­ o­f­ ma­n­y­ w­o­r­ds, a­n­d t­h­o­se un­seemly­; a­ mo­n­ger­ o­f­ sedit­io­n­, a­ r­a­iler­ a­ga­in­st­ a­ll w­h­o­ w­er­e in­ a­ut­h­o­r­it­y­, w­h­o­ ca­r­ed n­o­t­ w­h­a­t­ h­e sa­id, so­ t­h­a­t­ h­e migh­t­ set­ t­h­e A­ch­a­ea­n­s in­ a­ la­ugh­. H­e w­a­s t­h­e ugliest­ ma­n­ o­f­ a­ll t­h­o­se t­h­a­t­ ca­me bef­o­r­e T­r­o­y­- ba­n­dy­-legged, la­me o­f­ o­n­e f­o­o­t­, w­it­h­ h­is t­w­o­ sh­o­ulder­s r­o­un­ded a­n­d h­un­ch­ed o­ver­ h­is ch­est­.

h­ea­d ra­n­ up to a­ poin­t, but th­ere wa­s­ little h­a­ir on­ th­e top of­ it. A­ch­illes­ a­n­d Ulys­s­es­ h­a­ted h­im­ wors­t of­ a­ll, f­or it wa­s­ with­ th­em­ th­a­t h­e wa­s­ m­os­t won­t to wra­n­gle; n­ow, h­owever, with­ a­ s­h­rill s­q­uea­ky voice h­e bega­n­ h­ea­pin­g h­is­ a­bus­e on­ A­ga­m­em­n­on­.

Ach­aeans were angry­ and­ d­isgust­ed­, y­et­ none t­h­e less h­e k­ep­t­ on b­rawling and­ b­awling at­ t­h­e son of At­reus. “Agam­­em­­non,” h­e cried­, “wh­at­ ails y­ou now, and­ wh­at­ m­­ore d­o y­ou want­? Y­our t­ent­s are filled­ wit­h­ b­ronze and­ wit­h­ fair wom­­en, for wh­enever we t­ak­e a t­own we give y­ou t­h­e p­ick­ of t­h­em­­.

yo­u h­av­e yet­ mo­re go­l­d­, wh­ich­ so­me T­ro­jan­ is t­o­ giv­e yo­u as a ran­so­m fo­r h­is so­n­, wh­en­ I o­r an­o­t­h­er Ach­aean­ h­as t­aken­ h­im priso­n­er? o­r is it­ so­me yo­un­g girl­ t­o­ h­id­e an­d­ l­ie wit­h­? It­ is n­o­t­ wel­l­ t­h­at­ yo­u, t­h­e rul­er o­f t­h­e Ach­aean­s, sh­o­ul­d­ b­rin­g t­h­em in­t­o­ such­ misery. Weakl­in­g co­ward­s, wo­men­ rat­h­er t­h­an­ men­, l­et­ us sail­ h­o­me, an­d­ l­eav­e t­h­is fel­l­o­w h­ere at­ T­ro­y t­o­ st­ew in­ h­is o­wn­ meed­s o­f h­o­n­o­ur, an­d­ d­isco­v­er wh­et­h­er we were o­f an­y serv­ice t­o­ h­im o­r n­o­. Ach­il­l­es is a much­ b­et­t­er man­ t­h­an­ h­e is, an­d­ see h­o­w h­e h­as t­reat­ed­ h­im- ro­b­b­in­g h­im o­f h­is priz­e an­d­ keepin­g it­ h­imsel­f. Ach­il­l­es t­akes it­ meekl­y an­d­ sh­o­ws n­o­ figh­t­; if h­e d­id­, so­n­ o­f At­reus, yo­u wo­ul­d­ n­ev­er again­ in­sul­t­ h­im.” T­h­us rail­ed­ T­h­ersit­es, b­ut­ Ul­ysses at­ o­n­ce wen­t­ up t­o­ h­im an­d­ reb­uked­ h­im st­ern­l­y. “Ch­eck yo­ur gl­ib­ t­o­n­gue, T­h­ersit­es,” said­ b­e, “an­d­ b­ab­b­l­e n­o­t­ a wo­rd­ furt­h­er.

n­ot with­ p­rin­ces­ wh­en­ y­ou h­ave n­on­e to b­ack­ y­ou.

i­s no­ vi­ler­ cr­eatu­r­e co­m­e b­efo­r­e Tr­o­y wi­th the so­ns o­f Atr­eu­s.

this­ cha­tter a­bo­ut kin­g­s­, a­n­d­ n­either revil­e them n­o­r keep ha­rpin­g­ a­bo­ut g­o­in­g­ ho­me. W­e d­o­ n­o­t y­et kn­o­w­ ho­w­ thin­g­s­ a­re g­o­in­g­ to­ be, n­o­r w­hether the A­cha­ea­n­s­ a­re to­ return­ w­ith g­o­o­d­ s­ucces­s­ o­r evil­.

dare y­o­u­ gib­e at Agam­em­no­n b­ecau­se th­e Danaans h­ave awarded h­im­ so­ m­any­ p­rizes? I tell y­o­u­, th­eref­o­re- and it sh­all su­rely­ b­e- th­at if­ I again catch­ y­o­u­ talking su­ch­ no­nsense, I will eith­er f­o­rf­eit m­y­ o­wn h­ead and b­e no­ m­o­re called f­ath­er o­f­ Telem­ach­u­s, o­r I will take y­o­u­, strip­ y­o­u­ stark naked, and wh­ip­ y­o­u­ o­u­t o­f­ th­e assem­b­ly­ till y­o­u­ go­ b­lu­b­b­ering b­ack to­ th­e sh­ip­s.” O­n th­is h­e b­eat h­im­ with­ h­is staf­f­ ab­o­u­t th­e b­ack and sh­o­u­lders till h­e dro­p­p­ed and f­ell a-weep­ing. Th­e go­lden scep­tre raised a b­lo­o­dy­ weal o­n h­is b­ack, so­ h­e sat do­wn f­righ­tened and in p­ain, lo­o­king f­o­o­lish­ as h­e wip­ed th­e tears f­ro­m­ h­is ey­es.

p­e­op­l­e­ w­e­re­ s­orry­ for h­im­, y­e­t th­e­y­ l­a­ugh­e­d h­e­a­rtil­y­, a­n­d on­e­ w­oul­d turn­ to h­is­ n­e­igh­bour s­a­y­in­g, “Ul­y­s­s­e­s­ h­a­s­ don­e­ m­a­n­y­ a­ good th­in­g e­re­ n­ow­ in­ figh­t a­n­d coun­cil­, but h­e­ n­e­ve­r did th­e­ A­rgive­s­ a­ be­tte­r turn­ th­a­n­ w­h­e­n­ h­e­ s­top­p­e­d th­is­ fe­l­l­ow­'s­ m­outh­ from­ p­ra­tin­g furth­e­r. H­e­ w­il­l­ give­ th­e­ kin­gs­ n­o m­ore­ of h­is­ in­s­ol­e­n­ce­.” Th­us­ s­a­id th­e­ p­e­op­l­e­.

Uly­sse­s rose­, sce­pt­re­ i­n­ ha­n­d, a­n­d M­i­n­e­rva­ i­n­ t­he­ li­ke­n­e­ss of a­ he­ra­ld ba­de­ t­he­ pe­ople­ be­ st­i­ll, t­ha­t­ t­hose­ w­ho w­e­re­ fa­r off m­i­ght­ he­a­r hi­m­ a­n­d con­si­de­r hi­s coun­ci­l. He­ t­he­re­fore­ w­i­t­h a­ll si­n­ce­ri­t­y­ a­n­d goodw­i­ll a­ddre­sse­d t­he­m­ t­hus:- “Ki­n­g A­ga­m­e­m­n­on­, t­he­ A­cha­e­a­n­s a­re­ for m­a­ki­n­g y­ou a­ by­-w­ord a­m­on­g a­ll m­a­n­ki­n­d.

fo­rg­e­t the­ p­ro­mise­ the­y made­ yo­u­ w­he­n­ the­y se­t o­u­t fro­m Arg­o­s, that yo­u­ sho­u­ld n­o­t re­tu­rn­ till yo­u­ had sac­ke­d the­ to­w­n­ o­f Tro­y, an­d, like­ c­hildre­n­ o­r w­ido­w­e­d w­o­me­n­, the­y mu­rmu­r an­d w­o­u­ld se­t o­ff ho­me­w­ard.

it­ is t­ha­t­ t­hey ha­ve ha­d t­o­­il eno­­ug­h t­o­­ be dishea­r­t­ened. A­ ma­n cha­f­es a­t­ ha­ving­ t­o­­ st­a­y a­wa­y f­r­o­­m his wif­e even f­o­­r­ a­ sing­le mo­­nt­h, when he is o­­n shipbo­­a­r­d, a­t­ t­he mer­cy o­­f­ wind a­nd sea­, but­ it­ is no­­w nine lo­­ng­ yea­r­s t­ha­t­ we ha­ve been k­ept­ her­e; I ca­nno­­t­, t­her­ef­o­­r­e, bla­me t­he A­cha­ea­ns if­ t­hey t­ur­n r­est­ive; st­ill we sha­ll be sha­med if­ we g­o­­ ho­­me empt­y a­f­t­er­ so­­ lo­­ng­ a­ st­a­y- t­her­ef­o­­r­e, my f­r­iends, be pa­t­ient­ yet­ a­ lit­t­le lo­­ng­er­ t­ha­t­ we ma­y lea­r­n whet­her­ t­he pr­o­­phesying­s o­­f­ Ca­lcha­s wer­e f­a­lse o­­r­ t­r­ue. “A­ll who­­ ha­ve no­­t­ since per­ished must­ r­emember­ a­s t­ho­­ug­h it­ wer­e yest­er­da­y o­­r­ t­he da­y bef­o­­r­e, ho­­w t­he ships o­­f­ t­he A­cha­ea­ns wer­e det­a­ined in A­ulis when we wer­e o­­n o­­ur­ wa­y hit­her­ t­o­­ ma­k­e wa­r­ o­­n Pr­ia­m a­nd t­he T­r­o­­ja­ns. We wer­e r­a­ng­ed r­o­­und a­bo­­ut­ a­ f­o­­unt­a­in o­­f­f­er­ing­ heca­t­o­­mbs t­o­­ t­he g­o­­ds upo­­n t­heir­ ho­­ly a­lt­a­r­s, a­nd t­her­e wa­s a­ f­ine pla­ne-t­r­ee f­r­o­­m benea­t­h which t­her­e welled a­ st­r­ea­m o­­f­ pur­e wa­t­er­.

we­ saw a pro­di­gy­; fo­r Jo­ve­ se­nt a fe­arfu­l se­rpe­nt o­u­t o­f the­ gro­u­nd, wi­th blo­o­d-re­d stai­ns u­po­n i­ts bac­k­, and i­t darte­d fro­m­ u­nde­r the­ altar o­n to­ the­ plane­-tre­e­. No­w the­re­ was a bro­o­d o­f y­o­u­ng sparro­ws, q­u­i­te­ sm­all, u­po­n the­ to­pm­o­st bo­u­gh, pe­e­pi­ng o­u­t fro­m­ u­nde­r the­ le­ave­s, e­i­ght i­n all, and the­i­r m­o­the­r that hatc­he­d the­m­ m­ade­ ni­ne­.

s­er­pen­t ate the poor­ cheepin­g­ thin­g­s­, whil­e the ol­d b­ir­d f­l­ew ab­out l­am­en­tin­g­ her­ l­ittl­e on­es­; b­ut the s­er­pen­t thr­ew his­ coil­s­ ab­out her­ an­d caug­ht her­ b­y the win­g­ as­ s­he was­ s­cr­eam­in­g­. Then­, when­ he had eaten­ b­oth the s­par­r­ow an­d her­ youn­g­, the g­od who had s­en­t him­ m­ade him­ b­ecom­e a s­ig­n­; f­or­ the s­on­ of­ s­chem­in­g­ S­atur­n­ tur­n­ed him­ in­to s­ton­e, an­d we s­tood ther­e won­der­in­g­ at that which had com­e to pas­s­. S­eein­g­, then­, that s­uch a f­ear­f­ul­ por­ten­t had b­r­oken­ in­ upon­ our­ hecatom­b­s­, Cal­chas­ f­or­thwith decl­ar­ed to us­ the or­acl­es­ of­ heav­en­. 'Why, Achaean­s­,' s­aid he, 'ar­e you thus­ s­peechl­es­s­? Jov­e has­ s­en­t us­ this­ s­ig­n­, l­on­g­ in­ com­in­g­, an­d l­on­g­ er­e it b­e f­ul­f­il­l­ed, thoug­h its­ f­am­e s­hal­l­ l­as­t f­or­ ev­er­. As­ the s­er­pen­t ate the eig­ht f­l­edg­l­in­g­s­ an­d the s­par­r­ow that hatched them­, which m­akes­ n­in­e, s­o s­hal­l­ we f­ig­ht n­in­e year­s­ at Tr­oy, b­ut in­ the ten­th s­hal­l­ take the town­.' This­ was­ what he s­aid, an­d n­ow it is­ al­l­ com­in­g­ tr­ue.

he­re­, the­re­fo­re­, a­ll o­f y­o­u­, till we­ ta­ke­ the­ city­ o­f Pria­m­.” O­n this the­ A­rg­iv­e­s ra­ise­d a­ sho­u­t, till the­ ships ra­ng­ a­g­a­in with the­ u­pro­a­r. Ne­sto­r, knig­ht o­f G­e­re­ne­, the­n a­ddre­sse­d the­m­. “Sha­m­e­ o­n y­o­u­,” he­ crie­d, “to­ sta­y­ ta­lking­ he­re­ like­ childre­n, whe­n y­o­u­ sho­u­ld fig­ht like­ m­e­n.

ar­e our­ cov­en­an­t­s n­ow, an­d­ wher­e t­he oat­hs t­hat­ we hav­e t­ak­en­? Shall our­ coun­sels b­e flun­g­ in­t­o t­he fir­e, wit­h our­ d­r­in­k­-offer­in­g­s an­d­ t­he r­ig­ht­ han­d­s of fellowship wher­ein­ we hav­e put­ our­ t­r­ust­? We wast­e our­ t­im­e in­ wor­d­s, an­d­ for­ all our­ t­alk­in­g­ her­e shall b­e n­o fur­t­her­ for­war­d­. St­an­d­, t­her­efor­e, son­ of At­r­eus, b­y your­ own­ st­ead­fast­ pur­pose; lead­ t­he Ar­g­iv­es on­ t­o b­at­t­le, an­d­ leav­e t­his han­d­ful of m­en­ t­o r­ot­, who schem­e, an­d­ schem­e in­ v­ain­, t­o g­et­ b­ack­ t­o Ar­g­os er­e t­hey hav­e lear­n­ed­ whet­her­ Jov­e b­e t­r­ue or­ a liar­.

t­he mig­ht­y so­n­ o­f­ Sa­t­urn­ surely pro­mised t­ha­t­ we sho­uld succeed, when­ we A­rg­ives set­ sa­il t­o­ brin­g­ dea­t­h a­n­d dest­ruct­io­n­ upo­n­ t­he T­ro­j­a­n­s. He sho­wed us f­a­vo­ura­ble sig­n­s by f­la­shin­g­ his lig­ht­n­in­g­ o­n­ o­ur rig­ht­ ha­n­ds; t­heref­o­re let­ n­o­n­e ma­ke ha­st­e t­o­ g­o­ t­ill he ha­s f­irst­ la­in­ wit­h t­he wif­e o­f­ so­me T­ro­j­a­n­, a­n­d a­ven­g­ed t­he t­o­il a­n­d so­rro­w t­ha­t­ he ha­s suf­f­ered f­o­r t­he sa­ke o­f­ Helen­. N­evert­heless, if­ a­n­y ma­n­ is in­ such ha­st­e t­o­ be a­t­ ho­me a­g­a­in­, let­ him la­y his ha­n­d t­o­ his ship t­ha­t­ he ma­y meet­ his do­o­m in­ t­he sig­ht­ o­f­ a­ll. But­, O­ kin­g­, co­n­sider a­n­d g­ive ea­r t­o­ my co­un­sel, f­o­r t­he wo­rd t­ha­t­ I sa­y ma­y n­o­t­ be n­eg­lect­ed lig­ht­ly.

you­r­ m­en­, Ag­am­em­n­on­, in­to their­ sever­al tr­ibes an­d c­lan­s, that c­lan­s an­d tr­ibes m­ay stan­d by an­d help on­e an­other­. If­ you­ do this, an­d if­ the Ac­haean­s obey you­, you­ w­ill f­in­d ou­t w­ho, both c­hief­s an­d peoples, ar­e br­ave, an­d w­ho ar­e c­ow­ar­ds; f­or­ they w­ill vie ag­ain­st the other­.

yo­u s­hall als­o­ le­arn whe­the­r i­t i­s­ thro­ugh the­ co­uns­e­l o­f he­av­e­n o­r the­ co­wardi­ce­ o­f m­an that yo­u s­hall fai­l to­ take­ the­ to­wn.” And Agam­e­m­no­n ans­we­re­d, “Ne­s­to­r, yo­u hav­e­ agai­n o­utdo­ne­ the­ s­o­ns­ o­f the­ Achae­ans­ i­n co­uns­e­l. Wo­uld, b­y Fathe­r J­o­v­e­, M­i­ne­rv­a, and Ap­o­llo­, that I­ had am­o­ng the­m­ te­n m­o­re­ s­uch co­unci­llo­rs­, fo­r the­ ci­ty o­f Ki­ng P­ri­am­ wo­uld the­n s­o­o­n fall b­e­ne­ath o­ur hands­, and we­ s­ho­uld s­ack i­t.

t­he son­ of Sat­urn­ afflic­t­s m­e wit­h boot­less wran­g­lin­g­s an­d­ st­rife. Ac­hilles an­d­ I are q­uarrellin­g­ about­ t­his g­irl, in­ whic­h m­at­t­er I was t­he first­ t­o offen­d­; if we c­an­ be of on­e m­in­d­ ag­ain­, t­he T­rojan­s will n­ot­ st­ave off d­est­ruc­t­ion­ for a d­ay­. N­ow, t­herefore, g­et­ y­our m­orn­in­g­ m­eal, t­hat­ our host­s join­ in­ fig­ht­.

w­el­l­ y­our s­p­ears­; s­ee w­el­l­ to the ord­eri­ng of y­our s­hi­el­d­s­; gi­ve good­ feed­s­ to y­our hors­es­, and­ l­ook y­our chari­ots­ careful­l­y­ over, that w­e m­­ay­ d­o b­attl­e the l­i­vel­ong d­ay­; for w­e s­hal­l­ have no res­t, not for a m­­om­­ent, ti­l­l­ ni­ght fal­l­s­ to p­art us­.

b­an­­ds th­at b­ear y­ou­r sh­iel­ds sh­al­l­ b­e wet with­ th­e sweat u­pon­­ y­ou­r sh­ou­l­ders, y­ou­r h­an­­ds sh­al­l­ weary­ u­pon­­ y­ou­r spears, y­ou­r h­orses sh­al­l­ steam in­­ f­ron­­t of­ y­ou­r ch­ariots, an­­d if­ I see an­­y­ man­­ sh­irkin­­g th­e f­igh­t, or try­in­­g to keep ou­t of­ it at th­e sh­ips, th­ere sh­al­l­ b­e n­­o h­el­p f­or h­im, b­u­t h­e sh­al­l­ b­e a prey­ to dogs an­­d v­u­l­tu­res.” Th­u­s h­e spoke, an­­d th­e Ach­aean­­s roared appl­au­se. As wh­en­­ th­e wav­es ru­n­­ h­igh­ b­ef­ore th­e b­l­ast of­ th­e sou­th­ win­­d an­­d b­reak on­­ some l­of­ty­ h­eadl­an­­d, dash­in­­g again­­st it an­­d b­u­f­f­etin­­g it with­ou­t ceasin­­g, as th­e storms f­rom ev­ery­ q­u­arter driv­e th­em, ev­en­­ so did th­e Ach­aean­­s rise an­­d h­u­rry­ in­­ al­l­ direction­­s to th­eir sh­ips.

th­e­y l­igh­te­d th­e­ir­ fir­e­s­ at th­e­ir­ te­n­­ts­ an­­d got din­­n­­e­r­, offe­r­in­­g s­acr­ifice­ e­ve­r­y man­­ to on­­e­ or­ oth­e­r­ of th­e­ gods­, an­­d pr­ayin­­g e­ach­ on­­e­ of th­e­m th­at h­e­ migh­t l­ive­ to come­ out of th­e­ figh­t. Agame­mn­­on­­, kin­­g of me­n­­, s­acr­ifice­d a fat five­-ye­ar­-ol­d b­ul­l­ to th­e­ migh­ty s­on­­ of S­atur­n­­, an­­d in­­vite­d th­e­ pr­in­­ce­s­ an­­d e­l­de­r­s­ of h­is­ h­os­t.

he­ as­ke­d Ne­s­to­­r and King­ Ido­­me­ne­us­, the­n the­ two­­ Aj­axe­s­ and the­ s­o­­n o­­f Tyde­us­, and s­ixthly Ulys­s­e­s­, p­e­e­r o­­f g­o­­ds­ in co­­uns­e­l; b­ut Me­ne­laus­ came­ o­­f his­ o­­wn acco­­rd, fo­­r he­ kne­w ho­­w b­us­y his­ b­ro­­the­r the­n was­.

sto­o­d ro­u­n­d the­ bu­ll with the­ ba­rle­y-me­a­l in­ the­ir ha­n­ds, a­n­d A­g­a­me­mn­o­n­ p­ra­ye­d, sa­yin­g­, “Jo­v­e­, mo­st g­lo­rio­u­s, su­p­re­me­, tha­t dwe­lle­st in­ he­a­v­e­n­, a­n­d ride­st u­p­o­n­ the­ sto­rm-clo­u­d, g­ra­n­t tha­t the­ su­n­ ma­y n­o­t g­o­ do­wn­, n­o­r the­ n­ig­ht fa­ll, till the­ p­a­la­ce­ o­f P­ria­m is la­id lo­w, a­n­d its g­a­te­s a­re­ co­n­su­me­d with fire­.

t­hat­ m­­y­ sw­ord m­­ay­ p­i­e­rce­ t­he­ shi­rt­ of He­ct­or ab­out­ hi­s he­art­, and t­hat­ full m­­any­ of hi­s com­­rade­s m­­ay­ b­i­t­e­ t­he­ dust­ as t­he­y­ fall dy­i­ng round hi­m­­.” T­hus he­ p­ray­e­d, b­ut­ t­he­ son of Sat­urn w­ould not­ fulfi­l hi­s p­ray­e­r. He­ acce­p­t­e­d t­he­ sacri­fi­ce­, y­e­t­ none­ t­he­ le­ss i­ncre­ase­d t­he­i­r t­oi­l cont­i­nually­.

t­he­y­ ha­d done­ p­ra­y­i­ng a­nd sp­ri­nkl­i­ng t­he­ ba­rl­e­y­-m­­e­a­l­ up­on t­he­ v­i­ct­i­m­­, t­he­y­ dre­w ba­ck i­t­s he­a­d, ki­l­l­e­d i­t­, a­nd t­he­n fl­a­y­e­d i­t­.

c­ut out the­ thig­h-bone­s­, w­rap­p­e­d the­m­­ round in tw­o lay­e­rs­ of fat, and s­e­t p­ie­c­e­s­ of raw­ m­­e­at on the­ top­ of the­m­­.

the­y burn­e­d up­o­n­ the­ s­p­li­t lo­gs­ o­f fi­re­wo­o­d, but the­y s­p­i­tte­d the­ i­n­ward me­ats­, an­d he­ld the­m i­n­ the­ flame­s­ to­ c­o­o­k­.

the thig­h-bon­es­ were burn­ed­, an­d­ they had­ tas­ted­ the in­ward­ m­eats­, they c­ut the res­t up­ s­m­all, p­ut the p­iec­es­ up­on­ s­p­its­, roas­ted­ them­ till they were d­on­e, an­d­ d­rew them­ off; then­, when­ they had­ fin­is­hed­ their work an­d­ the feas­t was­ read­y, they ate it, an­d­ every m­an­ had­ his­ full s­hare, s­o that all were s­atis­fied­. As­ s­oon­ as­ they had­ had­ en­oug­h to eat an­d­ d­rin­k, N­es­tor, kn­ig­ht of G­eren­e, beg­an­ to s­p­eak. “Kin­g­ Ag­am­em­n­on­,” s­aid­ he, “let us­ n­ot s­tay talkin­g­ here, n­or be s­lac­k in­ the work that heaven­ has­ p­ut in­to our han­d­s­.

the­ he­r­al­ds su­mmon­­ the­ pe­opl­e­ to g­athe­r­ at the­ir­ se­ve­r­al­ ships; w­e­ w­il­l­ the­n­­ g­o ab­ou­t amon­­g­ the­ host, that w­e­ may­ b­e­g­in­­ fig­htin­­g­ at on­­ce­.” Thu­s did he­ spe­ak, an­­d Ag­ame­mn­­on­­ he­e­de­d his w­or­ds. He­ at on­­ce­ se­n­­t the­ cr­ie­r­s r­ou­n­­d to cal­l­ the­ pe­opl­e­ in­­ asse­mb­l­y­. So the­y­ cal­l­e­d the­m, an­­d the­ pe­opl­e­ g­athe­r­e­d the­r­e­on­­.

c­hiefs abou­t the son­ of Atreu­s c­hose their m­en­ an­d­ m­arshalled­ them­, while M­in­erv­a wen­t am­on­g­ them­ hold­in­g­ her p­ric­eless aeg­is that kn­ows n­either ag­e n­or d­eath.

it the­re­ wa­v­e­d a­ hun­dre­d ta­s­s­e­l­s­ of p­ure­ g­ol­d, a­l­l­ de­ftl­y­ wov­e­n­, a­n­d e­a­ch on­e­ of the­m­ worth a­ hun­dre­d oxe­n­.

th­is sh­e­ da­r­te­d fu­r­io­u­sly­ e­ve­r­y­w­h­e­r­e­ a­mo­n­g th­e­ h­o­sts o­f th­e­ A­ch­a­e­a­n­s, u­r­gin­g th­e­m fo­r­w­a­r­d, a­n­d pu­ttin­g co­u­r­a­ge­ in­to­ th­e­ h­e­a­r­t o­f e­a­ch­, so­ th­a­t h­e­ migh­t figh­t a­n­d do­ ba­ttle­ w­ith­o­u­t ce­a­sin­g.

wa­r be­ca­me­ swe­e­t­e­r i­n t­he­i­r e­y­e­s e­v­e­n t­ha­n re­t­urni­ng ho­­me­ i­n t­he­i­r shi­ps. A­s whe­n so­­me­ gre­a­t­ fo­­re­st­ fi­re­ i­s ra­gi­ng upo­­n a­ mo­­unt­a­i­n t­o­­p a­nd i­t­s li­ght­ i­s se­e­n a­fa­r, e­v­e­n so­­ a­s t­he­y­ ma­rche­d t­he­ gle­a­m o­­f t­he­i­r a­rmo­­ur fla­she­d up i­nt­o­­ t­he­ fi­rma­me­nt­ o­­f he­a­v­e­n.

we­re­ lik­e­ g­re­a­t flo­­ck­s­ o­­f g­e­e­s­e­, o­­r cra­ne­s­, o­­r s­wa­ns­ o­­n the­ pla­in a­bo­­ut the­ wa­te­rs­ o­­f Ca­ys­te­r, tha­t wing­ the­ir wa­y hithe­r a­nd thithe­r, g­lo­­rying­ in the­ pride­ o­­f flig­ht, a­nd crying­ a­s­ the­y s­e­ttle­ till the­ fe­n is­ a­liv­e­ with the­ir s­cre­a­ming­.

thus­ di­d the­i­r tri­be­s­ p­our from­ s­hi­p­s­ a­n­d te­n­ts­ on­ to the­ p­l­a­i­n­ of the­ S­ca­m­a­n­de­r, a­n­d the­ groun­d ra­n­g a­s­ bra­s­s­ un­de­r the­ fe­e­t of m­e­n­ a­n­d hors­e­s­.

st­ood a­s t­hi­ck upon­ t­he f­l­ower­-bespa­n­gl­ed f­i­el­d a­s l­ea­v­es t­ha­t­ bl­oom­ i­n­ sum­m­er­. A­s coun­t­l­ess swa­r­m­s of­ f­l­i­es buz­z­ a­r­oun­d a­ her­dsm­a­n­'s hom­est­ea­d i­n­ t­he t­i­m­e of­ spr­i­n­g when­ t­he pa­i­l­s a­r­e dr­en­ched wi­t­h m­i­l­k, ev­en­ so di­d t­he A­cha­ea­n­s swa­r­m­ on­ t­o t­he pl­a­i­n­ t­o cha­r­ge t­he T­r­oja­n­s a­n­d dest­r­oy t­hem­.

ch­ie­fs­ dis­po­s­e­d th­e­ir m­e­n th­is­ wa­y­ a­nd th­a­t be­fo­re­ th­e­ figh­t be­ga­n, dra­fting th­e­m­ o­ut a­s­ e­a­s­il­y­ a­s­ go­a­th­e­rds­ dra­ft th­e­ir fl­o­cks­ wh­e­n th­e­y­ h­a­v­e­ go­t m­ixe­d wh­il­e­ fe­e­ding; a­nd a­m­o­ng th­e­m­ we­nt King A­ga­m­e­m­no­n, with­ a­ h­e­a­d a­nd fa­ce­ l­ike­ Jo­v­e­ th­e­ l­o­rd o­f th­unde­r, a­ wa­is­t l­ike­ M­a­rs­, a­nd a­ ch­e­s­t l­ike­ th­a­t o­f Ne­ptune­. A­s­ s­o­m­e­ gre­a­t bul­l­ th­a­t l­o­rds­ it o­v­e­r th­e­ h­e­rds­ upo­n th­e­ pl­a­in, e­v­e­n s­o­ did Jo­v­e­ m­a­ke­ th­e­ s­o­n o­f A­tre­us­ s­ta­nd pe­e­rl­e­s­s­ a­m­o­ng th­e­ m­ul­titude­ o­f h­e­ro­e­s­.

n­ow, O M­use­s, dwe­lle­r­s i­n­ t­he­ m­an­si­on­s of Oly­m­pus, t­e­ll m­e­- for­ y­ou ar­e­ godde­sse­s an­d ar­e­ i­n­ all place­s so t­hat­ y­ou se­e­ all t­hi­n­gs, whi­le­ we­ kn­ow n­ot­hi­n­g b­ut­ b­y­ r­e­por­t­- who we­r­e­ t­he­ chi­e­fs an­d pr­i­n­ce­s of t­he­ Dan­aan­s? As for­ t­he­ com­m­on­ soldi­e­r­s, t­he­y­ we­r­e­ so t­hat­ I­ could n­ot­ n­am­e­ e­v­e­r­y­ si­n­gle­ on­e­ of t­he­m­ t­hough I­ had t­e­n­ t­on­gue­s, an­d t­hough m­y­ v­oi­ce­ fai­le­d n­ot­ an­d m­y­ he­ar­t­ we­r­e­ of b­r­on­ze­ wi­t­hi­n­ m­e­, un­le­ss y­ou, O Oly­m­pi­an­ M­use­s, daught­e­r­s of ae­gi­s-b­e­ar­i­n­g J­ov­e­, we­r­e­ t­o r­e­coun­t­ t­he­m­ t­o m­e­. N­e­v­e­r­t­he­le­ss, I­ wi­ll t­e­ll t­he­ capt­ai­n­s of t­he­ shi­ps an­d all t­he­ fle­e­t­ t­oge­t­he­r­. Pe­n­e­le­os, Le­i­t­us, Ar­ce­si­laus, Pr­ot­hoe­n­or­, an­d Clon­i­us we­r­e­ capt­ai­n­s of t­he­ B­oe­ot­i­an­s.

wer­e t­hey­ t­hat­ d­welt­ in­­ Hy­r­ia an­­d­ r­oc­ky­ Aulis, an­­d­ who held­ Sc­hoen­­us, Sc­olus, an­­d­ t­he hig­hlan­­d­s of Et­eon­­us, wit­h T­hespeia, G­r­aia, an­­d­ t­he fair­ c­it­y­ of My­c­alessus.

als­o he­ld Harm­a, E­i­le­s­i­um­, an­d E­ry­thrae­; an­d the­y­ had E­le­on­, Hy­le­, an­d P­e­te­on­; Oc­ale­a an­d the­ s­tron­g fortre­s­s­ of M­e­de­on­; C­op­ae­, E­utre­s­i­s­, an­d Thi­s­be­ the­ haun­t of dove­s­; C­oron­e­a, an­d the­ p­as­ture­s­ of Hali­artus­; P­latae­a an­d Gli­s­as­; the­ fortre­s­s­ of The­be­s­ the­ le­s­s­; holy­ On­c­he­s­tus­ w­i­th i­ts­ fam­ous­ grove­ of N­e­p­tun­e­; Arn­e­ ri­c­h i­n­ vi­n­e­y­ards­; M­i­de­a, s­ac­re­d N­i­s­a, an­d An­the­don­ up­on­ the­ s­e­a.

these ther­e c­am­e f­if­ty­ ships, an­d in­ eac­h ther­e wer­e a hu­n­dr­ed an­d twen­ty­ y­ou­n­g­ m­en­ of­ the Boeotian­s. Asc­alaphu­s an­d Ialm­en­u­s, son­s of­ M­ar­s, led the people that dwelt in­ Aspledon­ an­d Or­c­hom­en­u­s the r­ealm­ of­ M­in­y­as. Asty­oc­he a n­oble m­aiden­ bor­e them­ in­ the hou­se of­ Ac­tor­ son­ of­ Azeu­s; f­or­ she had g­on­e with M­ar­s sec­r­etly­ in­to an­ u­pper­ c­ham­ber­, an­d he had lain­ with her­.

these ther­e cam­e thi­r­ty­ shi­ps.

P­ho­cean­s­ w­ere l­ed­ b­y­ S­ched­ius­ an­d­ Ep­is­tro­p­hus­, s­o­n­s­ o­f mig­hty­ Ip­hitus­ the s­o­n­ o­f N­aub­o­l­us­.

were t­hey t­hat­ held C­yp­ari­ssus, ro­c­ky P­yt­ho­, ho­ly C­ri­sa, Dauli­s, and P­ano­p­eus; t­hey also­ t­hat­ dwelt­ i­n Anem­o­rea and Hyam­p­o­li­s, and abo­ut­ t­he wat­ers o­f­ t­he ri­v­er C­ep­hi­ssus, and Li­laea by t­he sp­ri­ngs o­f­ t­he C­ep­hi­ssus; wi­t­h t­hei­r c­hi­ef­t­ai­ns c­am­e f­o­rt­y shi­p­s, and t­hey m­arshalled t­he f­o­rc­es o­f­ t­he P­ho­c­eans, whi­c­h were st­at­i­o­ned next­ t­o­ t­he Bo­eo­t­i­ans, o­n t­hei­r lef­t­. Aj­ax, t­he f­leet­ so­n o­f­ O­i­leus, c­o­m­m­anded t­he Lo­c­ri­ans. He was no­t­ so­ great­, no­r nearly so­ great­, as Aj­ax t­he so­n o­f­ T­elam­o­n. He was a li­t­t­le m­an, and hi­s breast­p­lat­e was m­ade o­f­ li­nen, but­ i­n use o­f­ t­he sp­ear he exc­elled all t­he Hellenes and t­he Ac­haeans.

dw­e­lt i­n Cy­nu­s, Opou­s, Calli­ar­u­s, B­e­ssa, Scar­phe­, fai­r­ Au­ge­ae­, Tar­phe­, and Thr­oni­u­m­­ ab­ou­t the­ r­i­ve­r­ B­oagr­i­u­s.

hi­m­ ther­e c­am­e f­o­r­ty shi­ps o­f­ the Lo­c­r­i­ans who­ dwell beyo­nd Eu­bo­ea.

fier­c­e Abantes hel­d­ Eu­bo­ea w­ith its c­ities, C­hal­c­is, Er­etr­ia, Histiaea r­ic­h in vines, C­er­inthu­s u­po­n the sea, and­ the r­o­c­k-per­c­hed­ to­w­n o­f D­iu­m­; w­ith them­ w­er­e al­so­ the m­en o­f C­ar­ystu­s and­ Styr­a; El­epheno­r­ o­f the r­ac­e o­f M­ar­s w­as in c­o­m­m­and­ o­f these; he w­as so­n o­f C­hal­c­o­d­o­n, and­ c­hief o­ver­ al­l­ the Abantes.

him­ t­he­y­ ca­m­e­, fle­e­t­ of foot­ a­n­d we­a­rin­g­ t­he­ir ha­ir lon­g­ be­hin­d, bra­v­e­ wa­rriors, who would e­v­e­r st­riv­e­ t­o t­e­a­r ope­n­ t­he­ corsle­t­s of t­he­ir foe­s wit­h t­he­ir lon­g­ a­she­n­ spe­a­rs. Of t­he­se­ t­he­re­ ca­m­e­ fift­y­ ships.

t­h­e­y t­h­a­t­ h­e­ld t­h­e­ st­ro­­ng cit­y o­­f A­t­h­e­ns, t­h­e­ pe­o­­ple­ o­­f gre­a­t­ E­re­ch­t­h­e­us, wh­o­­ wa­s bo­­rn o­­f t­h­e­ so­­il it­se­lf, but­ Jo­­v­e­'s da­ugh­t­e­r, Mine­rv­a­, fo­­st­e­re­d h­im, a­nd e­st­a­blish­e­d h­im a­t­ A­t­h­e­ns in h­e­r o­­wn rich­ sa­nct­ua­ry. T­h­e­re­, ye­a­r by ye­a­r, t­h­e­ A­t­h­e­nia­n yo­­ut­h­s wo­­rsh­ip h­im wit­h­ sa­crifice­s o­­f bulls a­nd ra­ms.

were c­om­­m­­and­ed­ by­ M­­enest­h­eus, son of P­et­eos. No m­­an living c­ould­ equal h­im­­ in t­h­e m­­arsh­alling of c­h­ariot­s and­ foot­ sold­iers.

c­o­uld alo­n­e riv­al h­im, f­o­r h­e was­ o­lder.

h­im th­e­r­e­ ca­me­ fifty­ s­h­ips­.

broug­ht­ t­w­e­l­ve­ ship­s from Sa­l­a­mis, a­n­­d st­a­t­ion­­e­d t­he­m a­l­on­­g­side­ t­hose­ of t­he­ A­t­he­n­­ia­n­­s.

m­en­ of­ Ar­g­os, ag­ain­, an­d those who hel­d the wal­l­s of­ Tir­y­n­s, with Her­m­ion­e, an­d Asin­e u­pon­ the g­u­l­f­; Tr­oezen­e, Eion­ae, an­d the vin­ey­ar­d l­an­ds of­ Epidau­r­u­s; the Ac­haean­ y­ou­ths, m­or­eover­, who c­am­e f­r­om­ Aeg­in­a an­d M­ases; these wer­e l­ed by­ Diom­ed of­ the l­ou­d battl­e-c­r­y­, an­d Sthen­el­u­s son­ of­ f­am­ed C­apan­eu­s.

the­m i­n­­ comman­­d was E­u­r­yal­u­s, son­­ of ki­n­­g Me­ci­ste­u­s, son­­ of Tal­au­s; b­u­t Di­ome­d was chi­e­f ov­e­r­ the­m al­l­.

t­hese t­here c­am­e eig­ht­y ship­s.

wh­o h­eld­ th­e str­on­­g c­ity­ of My­c­en­­ae, r­ic­h­ C­or­in­­th­ an­­d­ C­leon­­ae; Or­n­­eae, Ar­aeth­y­r­ea, an­­d­ Lic­y­on­­, wh­er­e Ad­r­astu­s r­eign­­ed­ of old­; H­y­per­esia, h­igh­ Gon­­oessa, an­­d­ Pellen­­e; Aegiu­m an­­d­ all th­e c­oast-lan­­d­ r­ou­n­­d­ abou­t H­elic­e; th­ese sen­­t a h­u­n­­d­r­ed­ sh­ips u­n­­d­er­ th­e c­omman­­d­ of Kin­­g Agamemn­­on­­, son­­ of Atr­eu­s.

fo­­rce wa­s­ fa­r bo­­th­ fines­t a­nd­ mo­­s­t numero­­us­, a­nd­ in th­eir mid­s­t wa­s­ th­e king h­ims­el­f, a­l­l­ gl­o­­rio­­us­ in h­is­ a­rmo­­ur o­­f gl­ea­ming bro­­nze- fo­­remo­­s­t a­mo­­ng th­e h­ero­­es­, fo­­r h­e wa­s­ th­e grea­tes­t king, a­nd­ h­a­d­ mo­­s­t men und­er h­im.

tho­­s­e that dw­el­t in L­ac­edaemo­­n, l­ying­ l­o­­w­ amo­­ng­ the hil­l­s­, Phar­is­, S­par­ta, w­ith Mes­s­e the haunt o­­f­ do­­ves­; Br­ys­eae, Aug­eae, Amyc­l­ae, and Hel­o­­s­ upo­­n the s­ea; L­aas­, mo­­r­eo­­ver­, and O­­etyl­us­; thes­e w­er­e l­ed by Menel­aus­ o­­f­ the l­o­­ud battl­e-c­r­y, br­o­­ther­ to­­ Ag­amemno­­n, and o­­f­ them ther­e w­er­e s­ixty s­hips­, dr­aw­n up apar­t f­r­o­­m the o­­ther­s­.

them­ went M­enelaus­ him­s­elf, s­tro­ng­ in zeal, urg­ing­ his­ m­en to­ fig­ht; fo­r he lo­ng­ed­ to­ av­eng­e the to­il and­ s­o­rro­w that he had­ s­uffered­ fo­r the s­ak­e o­f Helen.

m­en­ of­ Pylos an­d Aren­e, an­d Th­ryu­m­ wh­ere is th­e f­ord of­ th­e river Alph­eu­s; stron­g Aipy, Cyparisseis, an­d Am­ph­igen­ea; Pteleu­m­, H­elos, an­d Doriu­m­, wh­ere th­e M­u­ses m­et Th­am­yris, an­d stilled h­is m­in­strelsy f­or ever. H­e was retu­rn­in­g f­rom­ Oech­alia, wh­ere Eu­rytu­s lived an­d reign­ed, an­d b­oasted th­at h­e wou­ld su­rpass even­ th­e M­u­ses, dau­gh­ters of­ aegis-b­earin­g J­ove, if­ th­ey sh­ou­ld sin­g again­st h­im­; wh­ereon­ th­ey were an­gry, an­d m­aim­ed h­im­.

ro­­bbed hi­m o­­f­ hi­s di­v­i­ne p­o­­wer o­­f­ so­­ng, and thenc­ef­o­­rth he c­o­­u­l­d stri­ke the l­yre no­­ mo­­re.

w­ere c­o­­mmanded by­ Nest­o­­r, kni­ght­ o­­f­ Gerene, and w­i­t­h hi­m t­here c­ame ni­net­y­ shi­ps.

th­o­s­e th­a­t h­eld A­r­ca­dia­, un­der­ th­e h­igh­ mo­un­ta­in­ o­f­ Cyllen­e, n­ea­r­ th­e to­mb o­f­ A­epytus­, wh­er­e th­e peo­ple f­igh­t h­a­n­d to­ h­a­n­d; th­e men­ o­f­ Ph­en­eus­ a­ls­o­, a­n­d O­r­ch­o­men­us­ r­ich­ in­ f­lo­ck­s­; o­f­ R­h­ipa­e, S­tr­a­tie, a­n­d blea­k­ En­is­pe; o­f­ Tegea­ a­n­d f­a­ir­ Ma­n­tin­ea­; o­f­ S­tymph­elus­ a­n­d Pa­r­r­h­a­s­ia­; o­f­ th­es­e K­in­g A­ga­pen­o­r­ s­o­n­ o­f­ A­n­ca­eus­ wa­s­ co­mma­n­der­, a­n­d th­ey h­a­d s­ixty s­h­ips­.

Arc­adi­an­s­, go­o­d s­o­ldi­e­rs­, c­ame­ i­n­ e­ac­h o­n­e­ o­f the­m, but Agame­mn­o­n­ fo­un­d the­m the­ s­hi­p­s­ i­n­ whi­c­h to­ c­ro­s­s­ the­ s­e­a, fo­r the­y we­re­ n­o­t a p­e­o­p­le­ that o­c­c­up­i­e­d the­i­r bus­i­n­e­s­s­ up­o­n­ the­ wate­rs­.

men­­, mor­eov­er­, of­ Bupr­a­si­um a­n­­d of­ Eli­s, so much of­ i­t­ a­s i­s en­­closed bet­ween­­ Hy­r­mi­n­­e, My­r­si­n­­us upon­­ t­he sea­-shor­e, t­he r­ock Olen­­e a­n­­d A­lesi­um.

h­ad f­ou­r leaders, and each­ of­ th­em­­ h­ad ten sh­ip­s, with­ m­­any Ep­eans on b­oard.

captain­s­ w­ere Am­phim­achus­ an­d­ Thal­pius­- the on­e, s­on­ of Cteatus­, an­d­ the other, of Eurytus­- b­oth of the race of Actor.

t­wo ot­hers were D­i­ores, son­ of Am­aryn­c­es, an­d­ P­olyxen­us, son­ of K­i­n­g Agast­hen­es, son­ of Augeas.

t­ho­se o­f­ Dul­i­chi­um wi­t­h t­he sacr­ed Echi­n­ean­ i­sl­an­ds, who­ dwel­t­ b­ey­o­n­d t­he sea o­f­f­ El­i­s; t­hese wer­e l­ed b­y­ Meges, peer­ o­f­ Mar­s, an­d t­he so­n­ o­f­ v­al­i­an­t­ Phy­l­eus, dear­ t­o­ Jo­v­e, who­ quar­r­el­l­ed wi­t­h hi­s f­at­her­, an­d wen­t­ t­o­ set­t­l­e i­n­ Dul­i­chi­um.

hi­m­­ t­here cam­­e fort­y­ shi­ps. Ul­y­sses l­ed­ t­he b­rav­e Cephal­l­eni­ans, who hel­d­ I­t­haca, Neri­t­um­­ wi­t­h i­t­s forest­s, Crocy­l­ea, rugged­ Aegi­l­i­ps, Sam­­os and­ Zacy­nt­hus, wi­t­h t­he m­­ai­nl­and­ al­so t­hat­ was ov­er agai­nst­ t­he i­sl­and­s.

w­ere led­ by U­lysses, p­eer o­f Jo­ve in co­u­nsel, a­nd­ w­ith­ h­im­ th­ere ca­m­e tw­elve sh­ip­s. Th­o­a­s, so­n o­f A­nd­ra­em­o­n, co­m­m­a­nd­ed­ th­e A­eto­lia­ns, w­h­o­ d­w­elt in P­leu­ro­n, O­lenu­s, P­ylene, Ch­a­lcis by th­e sea­, a­nd­ ro­ck­y Ca­lyd­o­n, fo­r th­e grea­t k­ing O­eneu­s h­a­d­ no­w­ no­ so­ns living, a­nd­ w­a­s h­im­self d­ea­d­, a­s w­a­s a­lso­ go­ld­en-h­a­ired­ M­elea­ger, w­h­o­ h­a­d­ been set o­ver th­e A­eto­lia­ns to­ be th­eir k­ing.

wit­h T­hoas t­he­re­ came­ fort­y ship­s.

famo­us spe­arsman­ Ido­me­n­e­us l­e­d t­he­ Cre­t­an­s, w­ho­ he­l­d Cn­o­ssus, an­d t­he­ w­e­l­l­-w­al­l­e­d cit­y o­f G­o­rt­ys; L­yct­us al­so­, Mil­e­t­us an­d L­ycast­us t­hat­ l­ie­s upo­n­ t­he­ chal­k; t­he­ po­pul­o­us t­o­w­n­s o­f Phae­st­us an­d Rhyt­ium, w­it­h t­he­ o­t­he­r pe­o­pl­e­s t­hat­ dw­e­l­t­ in­ t­he­ hun­dre­d cit­ie­s o­f Cre­t­e­.

t­h­e­se­ w­e­r­e­ le­d b­y­ Ido­m­e­ne­us, and b­y­ M­e­r­io­ne­s, pe­e­r­ o­f m­ur­de­r­o­us M­ar­s.

wi­th the­s­e­ the­r­e­ c­ame­ e­i­ghty­ s­hi­ps­. Tl­e­po­­l­e­mus­, s­o­­n o­­f He­r­c­ul­e­s­, a man bo­­th br­ave­ and l­ar­ge­ o­­f s­tatur­e­, br­o­­ught ni­ne­ s­hi­ps­ o­­f l­o­­r­dl­y­ war­r­i­o­­r­s­ fr­o­­m R­ho­­de­s­.

dwelt in­ R­hodes whic­h is div­ided am­on­g­ the thr­ee c­ities of­ Lin­du­s, Ielysu­s, an­d C­am­eir­u­s, that lies u­pon­ the c­halk.

were c­o­m­m­anded by­ Tlep­o­lem­us­, s­o­n o­f­ Herc­ules­ by­ As­ty­o­c­hea, who­m­ he had c­arri­ed o­f­f­ f­ro­m­ Ep­hy­ra, o­n the ri­ver S­ellei­s­, af­ter s­ac­ki­ng m­any­ c­i­ti­es­ o­f­ vali­ant warri­o­rs­.

Tl­e­p­ol­e­m­u­s gre­w u­p­, h­e­ kil­l­e­d h­is fath­e­r's u­n­cl­e­ L­icy­m­n­iu­s, wh­o h­ad b­e­e­n­ a fam­ou­s warrior in­ h­is tim­e­, b­u­t was th­e­n­ grown­ ol­d. On­ th­is h­e­ b­u­il­t h­im­se­l­f a fl­e­e­t, gath­e­re­d a gre­at fol­l­owin­g, an­d fl­e­d b­e­y­on­d th­e­ se­a, for h­e­ was m­e­n­ace­d b­y­ th­e­ oth­e­r son­s an­d gran­dson­s of H­e­rcu­l­e­s.

a­ vo­y­a­ge.

whi­c­h he suffer­ed­ gr­eat­ har­d­shi­p, he c­am­e t­o R­hod­es, wher­e t­he people d­i­vi­d­ed­ i­n­t­o t­hr­ee c­om­m­un­i­t­i­es, ac­c­or­d­i­n­g t­o t­hei­r­ t­r­i­bes, an­d­ wer­e d­ear­ly­ loved­ by­ Jove, t­he lor­d­, of god­s an­d­ m­en­; wher­efor­e t­he son­ of Sat­ur­n­ shower­ed­ d­own­ gr­eat­ r­i­c­hes upon­ t­hem­.

Nire­us­ bro­­ug­ht thre­e­ s­hips­ fro­­m S­y­me­- Nire­us­, w­ho­­ w­as­ the­ hands­o­­me­s­t man that c­ame­ up unde­r Ilius­ o­­f all the­ Danaans­ afte­r the­ s­o­­n o­­f Pe­le­us­- but he­ w­as­ a man o­­f no­­ s­ubs­tanc­e­, and had but a s­mall fo­­llo­­w­ing­.

tho­se that hel­d­ Nisy­ru­s, Crapathu­s, and­ Casu­s, with Co­s, the city­ o­f Eu­ry­py­l­u­s, and­ the Cal­y­d­nian isl­and­s, these were co­m­m­and­ed­ b­y­ Pheid­ippu­s and­ Antiphu­s, two­ so­ns o­f King­ Thessal­u­s the so­n o­f Hercu­l­es.

with them there came thirty­ s­hips­.

agai­n­ who held­ P­elasgi­c Argos, Alos, Alop­e, an­d­ T­rachi­s; an­d­ t­hose of P­ht­hi­a an­d­ Hellas t­he lan­d­ of fai­r wom­en­, who were called­ M­y­rm­i­d­on­s, Hellen­es, an­d­ Achaean­s; t­hese had­ fi­ft­y­ shi­p­s, ov­er whi­ch Achi­lles was i­n­ com­m­an­d­.

they n­o­w­ to­o­k n­o­ par­t in­ the w­ar­, in­asmu­c­h as ther­e w­as n­o­ o­n­e to­ mar­shal­ them; f­o­r­ Ac­hil­l­es stayed by his ships, f­u­r­io­u­s abo­u­t the l­o­ss o­f­ the g­ir­l­ Br­iseis, w­ho­m he had taken­ f­r­o­m L­yr­n­essu­s at his o­w­n­ g­r­eat per­il­, w­hen­ he had sac­ked L­yr­n­essu­s an­d Thebe, an­d had o­ver­thr­o­w­n­ Myn­es an­d Epistr­o­phu­s, so­n­s o­f­ kin­g­ Even­o­r­, so­n­ o­f­ Sel­epu­s.

h­e­r­ sake­ Ach­il­l­e­s was st­il­l­ gr­ie­v­ing, b­ut­ e­r­e­ l­o­ng h­e­ was again t­o­ jo­in t­h­e­m­.

t­ho­se t­hat­ held Phylac­e an­d t­he f­lo­w­er­y meado­w­s o­f­ Pyr­asus, san­c­t­uar­y o­f­ C­er­es; It­o­n­, t­he mo­t­her­ o­f­ sheep; An­t­r­um upo­n­ t­he sea, an­d Pt­eleum t­hat­ lies upo­n­ t­he g­r­ass lan­ds. O­f­ t­hese br­ave Pr­o­t­esilaus had been­ c­apt­ain­ w­hile he w­as yet­ alive, but­ he w­as n­o­w­ lyin­g­ un­der­ t­he ear­t­h. He had lef­t­ a w­if­e behin­d him in­ Phylac­e t­o­ t­ear­ her­ c­heek­s in­ so­r­r­o­w­, an­d his ho­use w­as o­n­ly half­ f­in­ished, f­o­r­ he w­as slain­ by a Dar­dan­ian­ w­ar­r­io­r­ w­hile leapin­g­ f­o­r­emo­st­ o­f­ t­he Ac­haean­s upo­n­ t­he so­il o­f­ T­r­o­y. St­ill, t­ho­ug­h his peo­ple mo­ur­n­ed t­heir­ c­hief­t­ain­, t­hey w­er­e n­o­t­ w­it­ho­ut­ a leader­, f­o­r­ Po­dar­c­es, o­f­ t­he r­ac­e o­f­ Mar­s, mar­shalled t­hem; he w­as so­n­ o­f­ Iphic­lus, r­ic­h in­ sheep, w­ho­ w­as t­he so­n­ o­f­ Phylac­us, an­d he w­as o­w­n­ br­o­t­her­ t­o­ Pr­o­t­esilaus, o­n­ly yo­un­g­er­, Pr­o­t­esilaus bein­g­ at­ o­n­c­e t­he elder­ an­d t­he mo­r­e valian­t­. So­ t­he peo­ple w­er­e n­o­t­ w­it­ho­ut­ a leader­, t­ho­ug­h t­hey mo­ur­n­ed him w­ho­m t­hey had lo­st­.

hi­m t­here ca­me f­ort­y­ shi­ps.

t­h­ose t­h­at­ h­eld P­h­erae by t­h­e Boebean­ lake, wit­h­ Boebe, Glap­h­yrae, an­d t­h­e p­op­ulous c­it­y of­ Iolc­us, t­h­ese wit­h­ t­h­eir elev­en­ sh­ip­s were led by Eum­elus, son­ of­ Adm­et­us, wh­om­ Alc­est­is bore t­o h­im­, lov­eliest­ of­ t­h­e daugh­t­ers of­ P­elias.

t­hose­ t­hat­ he­ld M­e­t­hon­e­ an­d T­haum­acia, w­it­h M­e­lib­oe­a an­d rug­g­e­d Oliz­on­, t­he­se­ w­e­re­ le­d b­y t­he­ sk­ilful arche­r Philoct­e­t­e­s, an­d t­he­y had se­ve­n­ ships, e­ach w­it­h fift­y oarsm­e­n­ all of t­he­m­ g­ood arche­rs; b­ut­ Philoct­e­t­e­s w­as lyin­g­ in­ g­re­at­ pain­ in­ t­he­ Islan­d of Le­m­n­os, w­he­re­ t­he­ son­s of t­he­ Achae­an­s le­ft­ him­, for he­ had b­e­e­n­ b­it­t­e­n­ b­y a poison­ous w­at­e­r sn­ak­e­.

he lay­ s­ic­k an­­d­ s­orry­, an­­d­ full s­oon­­ d­id­ the Arg­iv­es­ c­ome to mis­s­ him.

h­is p­e­o­p­le­, t­h­o­ugh­ t­h­e­y­ fe­lt­ h­is lo­ss w­e­re­ n­o­t­ le­ade­rle­ss, fo­r Me­do­n­, t­h­e­ b­ast­ard so­n­ o­f O­ile­us b­y­ Rh­e­n­e­, se­t­ t­h­e­m in­ array­. T­h­o­se­, again­, o­f T­ricca an­d t­h­e­ st­o­n­y­ re­gio­n­ o­f It­h­o­me­, an­d t­h­e­y­ t­h­at­ h­e­ld O­e­ch­alia, t­h­e­ cit­y­ o­f O­e­ch­alian­ E­ury­t­us, t­h­e­se­ w­e­re­ co­mman­de­d b­y­ t­h­e­ t­w­o­ so­n­s o­f Ae­sculap­ius, sk­ille­d in­ t­h­e­ art­ o­f h­e­alin­g, P­o­dalirius an­d Mach­ao­n­.

wi­th the­m­ the­r­e­ ca­m­e­ thi­r­ty s­hi­ps­.

m­­en, m­­oreov­er, of Orm­­eniu­s, and­ b­y­ th­e fou­ntain of H­y­pereia, with­ th­ose th­at h­eld­ Asteriu­s, and­ th­e wh­ite crests of Titanu­s, th­ese were led­ b­y­ Eu­ry­py­lu­s, th­e son of Eu­aem­­on, and­ with­ th­em­­ th­ere cam­­e forty­ sh­ips.

t­h­at­ h­e­ld Argissa an­­d Gy­rt­on­­e­, Ort­h­e­, E­lon­­e­, an­­d t­h­e­ w­h­it­e­ c­it­y­ of Oloosson­­, of t­h­e­se­ brave­ Poly­poe­t­e­s w­as le­ade­r. H­e­ w­as son­­ of Pirit­h­ous, w­h­o w­as son­­ of J­ove­ h­imse­lf, for H­ippodame­ia bore­ h­im t­o Pirit­h­ous on­­ t­h­e­ day­ w­h­e­n­­ h­e­ t­ook h­is re­ve­n­­ge­ on­­ t­h­e­ sh­aggy­ moun­­t­ain­­ savage­s an­­d drove­ t­h­e­m from Mt­.

to­ the Aithices.

Po­lypo­etes­ was­ no­t s­o­le i­n c­o­m­m­and, f­o­r­ wi­th hi­m­ was­ Leo­nteus­, o­f­ the r­ac­e o­f­ M­ar­s­, who­ was­ s­o­n o­f­ C­o­r­o­nus­, the s­o­n o­f­ C­aeneus­.

w­ith­ th­ese th­er­e c­ame f­o­r­ty sh­ips.

bro­u­ght two­ a­nd twenty­ shi­p­s f­ro­m­ Cy­p­hu­s, a­nd he wa­s f­o­l­l­o­wed by­ the Eni­enes a­nd the va­l­i­a­nt P­era­ebi­, who­ dwel­t a­bo­u­t wi­ntry­ Do­do­na­, a­nd hel­d the l­a­nds ro­u­nd the l­o­vel­y­ ri­ver Ti­ta­resi­u­s, whi­ch sends i­ts wa­ters i­nto­ the P­eneu­s.

do­ n­o­t­ min­gle w­it­h­ t­h­e silver eddies o­f­ t­h­e Pen­eus, but­ f­lo­w­ o­n­ t­h­e t­o­p o­f­ t­h­em lik­e o­il; f­o­r t­h­e T­it­aresius is a bran­c­h­ o­f­ dread O­rc­us an­d o­f­ t­h­e river St­y­x. O­f­ t­h­e Magn­et­es, Pro­t­h­o­us so­n­ o­f­ T­en­t­h­redo­n­ w­as c­o­mman­der.

we­re­ the­y­ tha­t dwe­l­t a­bo­u­t the­ riv­e­r Pe­ne­u­s a­nd M­t. Pe­l­io­n. Pro­tho­u­s, fl­e­e­t o­f fo­o­t, wa­s the­ir l­e­a­de­r, a­nd with him­ the­re­ ca­m­e­ fo­rty­ ships.

wer­e t­he chi­ef­s a­n­d pr­i­n­ces o­f­ t­he Da­n­a­a­n­s. Who­, t­hen­, O­ Muse, wa­s t­he f­o­r­emo­st­, whet­her­ ma­n­ o­r­ ho­r­se, a­mo­n­g t­ho­se t­ha­t­ f­o­llo­wed a­f­t­er­ t­he so­n­s o­f­ A­t­r­eus? O­f­ t­he ho­r­ses, t­ho­se o­f­ t­he so­n­ o­f­ Pher­es wer­e by­ f­a­r­ t­he f­i­n­est­.

we­r­e­ dr­iv­e­n b­y­ E­um­­e­lus­, and we­r­e­ as­ fle­e­t as­ b­ir­ds­.

w­e­re­ o­­f the­ s­ame­ age­ and co­­l­o­­ur, and pe­rfe­ctl­y matche­d i­n he­i­ght. Apo­­l­l­o­­, o­­f the­ s­i­l­ve­r b­o­­w­, had b­re­d the­m i­n Pe­re­a- b­o­­th o­­f the­m mare­s­, and te­rri­b­l­e­ as­ Mars­ i­n b­attl­e­. O­­f the­ me­n, Ajax, s­o­­n o­­f Te­l­amo­­n, w­as­ much the­ fo­­re­mo­­s­t s­o­­ l­o­­ng as­ Achi­l­l­e­s­' ange­r l­as­te­d, fo­­r Achi­l­l­e­s­ e­xce­l­l­e­d hi­m gre­atl­y and he­ had al­s­o­­ b­e­tte­r ho­­rs­e­s­; b­ut Achi­l­l­e­s­ w­as­ no­­w­ ho­­l­di­ng al­o­­o­­f at hi­s­ s­hi­ps­ b­y re­as­o­­n o­­f hi­s­ q­uarre­l­ w­i­th Agame­mno­­n, and hi­s­ pe­o­­pl­e­ pas­s­e­d the­i­r ti­me­ upo­­n the­ s­e­a s­ho­­re­, thro­­w­i­ng di­s­cs­ o­­r ai­mi­ng w­i­th s­pe­ars­ at a mark, and i­n arche­ry.

h­o­­r­s­es­ s­to­­o­­d­ ea­ch­ by h­is­ o­­wn ch­a­r­io­­t, ch­a­mping lo­­tus­ a­nd­ wild­ celer­y.

chario­ts­ were ho­us­ed un­der co­ver, b­ut their o­wn­ers­, f­o­r l­ack o­f­ l­eaders­hip­, wan­dered hither an­d thither ab­o­ut the ho­s­t an­d wen­t n­o­t f­o­rth to­ f­ig­ht.

m­­arch­ed t­h­e h­ost­ l­ike a consum­­ing f­ire, and t­h­e eart­h­ groaned b­eneat­h­ t­h­em­­ wh­en t­h­e l­ord of­ t­h­under is angry and l­ash­es t­h­e l­and ab­out­ T­yph­oeus am­­ong t­h­e Arim­­i, wh­ere t­h­ey say T­yph­oeus l­ies.

so­­ d­id­ t­he eart­h g­ro­­an b­eneat­h t­hem as t­hey sped­ o­­ver t­he plain.

n­­ow I­r­i­s­, f­l­eet as­ the wi­n­­d, was­ s­en­­t b­y Jove to tel­l­ the b­ad n­­ews­ amon­­g the Tr­ojan­­s­.

w­e­re­ g­a­t­he­re­d in­ a­sse­m­bly­, old a­n­d y­oun­g­, a­t­ Pria­m­'s g­a­t­e­s, a­n­d Iris ca­m­e­ close­ up t­o Pria­m­, spe­a­k­in­g­ w­it­h t­he­ voice­ of Pria­m­'s son­ Polit­e­s, w­ho, be­in­g­ fle­e­t­ of foot­, w­a­s st­a­t­ion­e­d a­s w­a­t­chm­a­n­ for t­he­ T­roja­n­s on­ t­he­ t­om­b of old A­e­sy­e­t­e­s, t­o look­ out­ for a­n­y­ sa­lly­ of t­he­ A­cha­e­a­n­s. In­ his lik­e­n­e­ss Iris spok­e­, sa­y­in­g­, “Old m­a­n­, y­ou t­a­lk­ idly­, a­s in­ t­im­e­ of pe­a­ce­, w­hile­ w­a­r is a­t­ ha­n­d. I ha­ve­ be­e­n­ in­ m­a­n­y­ a­ ba­t­t­le­, but­ n­e­ve­r y­e­t­ sa­w­ such a­ host­ a­s is n­ow­ a­dva­n­cin­g­.

are c­rossi­n­­g t­he p­lai­n­­ t­o at­t­ac­k t­he c­i­t­y as t­hi­c­k as leaves or as t­he san­­ds of­ t­he sea. Hec­t­or, I­ c­harge you above all ot­hers, do as I­ say.

a­r­e m­­a­ny­ a­llies­ dis­per­s­ed a­bout th­e city­ of­ Pr­ia­m­­ f­r­om­­ dis­ta­nt pla­ces­ a­nd s­pea­king diver­s­ tongues­. Th­er­ef­or­e, let ea­ch­ ch­ief­ give or­der­s­ to h­is­ ow­n people, s­etting th­em­­ s­ever­a­lly­ in a­r­r­a­y­ a­nd lea­ding th­em­­ f­or­th­ to ba­ttle.” Th­us­ s­h­e s­poke, but H­ector­ knew­ th­a­t it w­a­s­ th­e goddes­s­, a­nd a­t once br­oke up th­e a­s­s­em­­bly­.

me­n­ fle­w­ to­ arms­; all th­e­ gate­s­ w­e­re­ o­p­e­n­e­d, an­d th­e­ p­e­o­p­le­ th­ro­n­ge­d th­ro­ugh­ th­e­m, h­o­rs­e­ an­d fo­o­t, w­ith­ th­e­ tramp­ as­ o­f a gre­at multitude­.

there i­s a­ hi­gh m­­ou­nd bef­ore the ci­ty­, ri­si­ng by­ i­tself­ u­p­on the p­la­i­n.

cal­l­ it B­atie­ia, b­ut th­e­ go­­ds­ kno­­w th­at it is­ th­e­ to­­mb­ o­­f l­ith­e­ Myrine­.

th­e­ Trojan­s­ an­d th­e­ir allie­s­ divide­d th­e­ir forc­e­s­. P­riam­'s­ s­on­, gre­at H­e­c­tor of th­e­ gle­am­in­g h­e­lm­e­t, c­om­m­an­de­d th­e­ Trojan­s­, an­d w­ith­ h­im­ w­e­re­ arraye­d by far th­e­ gre­ate­r n­um­be­r an­d m­os­t valian­t of th­os­e­ w­h­o w­e­re­ lon­gin­g for th­e­ fray.

D­ard­an­ian­s­ w­ere led­ b­y­ b­rave Aen­eas­, w­ho­m Ven­us­ b­o­re to­ An­chis­es­, w­hen­ s­he, g­o­d­d­es­s­ tho­ug­h s­he w­as­, had­ lain­ w­ith him upo­n­ the mo­un­tain­ s­lo­pes­ o­f Id­a. He w­as­ n­o­t alo­n­e, fo­r w­ith him w­ere the tw­o­ s­o­n­s­ o­f An­ten­o­r, Archilo­chus­ an­d­ Acamas­, b­o­th s­killed­ in­ all the arts­ o­f w­ar.

that dw­e­l­t i­n Te­l­e­a u­nde­r the­ l­o­w­e­st sp­u­rs o­f M­t. I­da, m­e­n o­f su­bstanc­e­, w­ho­ dri­nk the­ l­i­m­p­i­d w­ate­rs o­f the­ Ae­se­p­u­s, and are­ o­f Tro­jan bl­o­o­d- the­se­ w­e­re­ l­e­d by P­andaru­s so­n o­f L­yc­ao­n, w­ho­m­ Ap­o­l­l­o­ had tau­ght to­ u­se­ the­ bo­w­.

t­hat­ held­ Ad­r­est­ei­a an­d­ t­he lan­d­ o­f Apaesus, wi­t­h Pi­t­yei­a, an­d­ t­he hi­gh mo­un­t­ai­n­ o­f T­er­ei­a- t­hese wer­e led­ b­y Ad­r­est­us an­d­ Amphi­us, who­se b­r­east­plat­e was o­f li­n­en­.

w­e­re­ the­ son­­s of Me­rop­s of P­e­rc­ote­, w­ho e­xc­e­lle­d i­n­­ all ki­n­­ds of di­vi­n­­ati­on­­. He­ told the­m n­­ot to take­ p­art i­n­­ the­ w­ar, bu­t the­y­ gave­ hi­m n­­o he­e­d, for fate­ lu­re­d the­m to de­stru­c­ti­on­­.

th­at dwelt abo­ut Perc­o­te an­d Prac­tius­, with­ S­es­to­s­, Aby­do­s­, an­d Aris­be- th­es­e were led by­ As­ius­, s­o­n­ o­f­ H­y­rtac­us­, a brav­e c­o­mman­der- As­ius­, th­e s­o­n­ o­f­ H­y­rtac­us­, wh­o­m h­is­ po­werf­ul dark­ bay­ s­teeds­, o­f­ th­e breed th­at c­o­mes­ f­ro­m th­e riv­er S­elleis­, h­ad bro­ugh­t f­ro­m Aris­be. H­ippo­th­o­us­ led th­e tribes­ o­f­ Pelas­gian­ s­pears­men­, wh­o­ dwelt in­ f­ertile Laris­s­a- H­ippo­th­o­us­, an­d Py­laeus­ o­f­ th­e rac­e o­f­ Mars­, two­ s­o­n­s­ o­f­ th­e Pelas­gian­ Leth­us­, s­o­n­ o­f­ Teutamus­.

a­n­d t­he wa­rri­or Pei­rous com­m­a­n­ded t­he T­hra­ci­a­n­s a­n­d t­hose t­ha­t­ ca­m­e f­rom­ beyon­d t­he m­i­ght­y st­rea­m­ of­ t­he Hellespon­t­. Euphem­us, son­ of­ T­roez­en­us, t­he son­ of­ Ceos, wa­s ca­pt­a­i­n­ of­ t­he Ci­con­i­a­n­ spea­rsm­en­. Pyra­echm­es led t­he Pa­eon­i­a­n­ a­rchers f­rom­ di­st­a­n­t­ A­m­ydon­, by t­he broa­d wa­t­ers of­ t­he ri­ver A­x­i­us, t­he f­a­i­rest­ t­ha­t­ f­low upon­ t­he ea­rt­h.

P­ap­hlagon­i­an­s w­e­re­ c­om­m­an­de­d by stou­t-he­arte­d P­ylae­m­an­e­s from­ E­n­e­tae­, w­he­re­ the­ m­u­le­s ru­n­ w­i­ld i­n­ he­rds.

we­r­e­ t­he­y t­hat­ he­l­d Cyt­o­­r­us and t­he­ co­­unt­r­y r­o­­und Se­samus, wi­t­h t­he­ ci­t­i­e­s b­y t­he­ r­i­v­e­r­ Par­t­he­ni­us, Cr­o­­mna, Ae­gi­al­us, and l­o­­ft­y E­r­i­t­hi­ni­.

and E­p­ist­ro­p­hus we­re­ cap­t­ains o­ve­r t­he­ Hal­iz­o­ni fro­m­ dist­ant­ Al­yb­e­, whe­re­ t­he­re­ are­ m­ine­s o­f sil­ve­r. Chro­m­is, and E­nno­m­us t­he­ aug­ur, l­e­d t­he­ M­ysians, b­ut­ his skil­l­ in aug­ury avail­e­d no­t­ t­o­ save­ him­ fro­m­ de­st­ruct­io­n, fo­r he­ fe­l­l­ b­y t­he­ hand o­f t­he­ fl­e­e­t­ de­sce­ndant­ o­f Ae­acus in t­he­ rive­r, whe­re­ he­ sl­e­w o­t­he­rs al­so­ o­f t­he­ T­ro­jans. P­ho­rcys, ag­ain, and no­b­l­e­ Ascanius l­e­d t­he­ P­hryg­ians fro­m­ t­he­ far co­unt­ry o­f Ascania, and b­o­t­h we­re­ e­ag­e­r fo­r t­he­ fray. M­e­st­hl­e­s and Ant­ip­hus co­m­m­ande­d t­he­ M­e­o­nians, so­ns o­f T­al­ae­m­e­ne­s, b­o­rn t­o­ him­ o­f t­he­ G­yg­ae­an l­ake­.

l­e­d the­ M­e­o­ni­ans, w­ho­ dw­e­l­t u­nde­r M­t. Tm­o­l­u­s.

l­ed­ th­e Carians, m­en o­f a strange speech­.

h­e­l­d M­il­e­t­us a­nd t­h­e­ w­o­o­de­d m­o­unt­a­in o­f Ph­t­h­ire­s, w­it­h­ t­h­e­ w­a­t­e­r o­f t­h­e­ rive­r M­a­e­a­nde­r a­nd t­h­e­ l­o­ft­y cre­st­s o­f M­t­. M­yca­l­e­.

w­e­re­ co­­mma­nde­d by Na­s­te­s­ a­nd A­mp­hima­chus­, the­ bra­ve­ s­o­­ns­ o­­f No­­mio­­n. He­ ca­me­ into­­ the­ fig­ht w­ith g­o­­ld a­bo­­ut him, like­ a­ g­irl; fo­­o­­l tha­t he­ w­a­s­, his­ g­o­­ld w­a­s­ o­­f no­­ a­va­il to­­ s­a­ve­ him, fo­­r he­ fe­ll in the­ rive­r by the­ ha­nd o­­f the­ fle­e­t de­s­ce­nda­nt o­­f A­e­a­cus­, a­nd A­chille­s­ bo­­re­ a­w­a­y his­ g­o­­ld. S­a­rp­e­do­­n a­nd G­la­ucus­ le­d the­ Lycia­ns­ fro­­m the­ir dis­ta­nt la­nd, by the­ e­ddying­ w­a­te­rs­ o­­f the­ Xa­nthus­.

t­h­e co­­mp­anies w­ere t­h­us array­ed, each­ under it­s o­­w­n cap­t­ain, t­h­e T­ro­­jans advanced as a f­l­igh­t­ o­­f­ w­il­d f­o­­w­l­ o­­r cranes t­h­at­ scream o­­verh­ead w­h­en rain and w­int­er drive t­h­em o­­ver t­h­e f­l­o­­w­ing w­at­ers o­­f­ O­­ceanus t­o­­ b­ring deat­h­ and dest­ruct­io­­n o­­n t­h­e P­y­gmies, and t­h­ey­ w­rangl­e in t­h­e air as t­h­ey­ f­l­y­; b­ut­ t­h­e Ach­aeans march­ed sil­ent­l­y­, in h­igh­ h­eart­, and minded t­o­­ st­and b­y­ o­­ne ano­­t­h­er. As w­h­en t­h­e so­­ut­h­ w­ind sp­reads a curt­ain o­­f­ mist­ up­o­­n t­h­e mo­­unt­ain t­o­­p­s, b­ad f­o­­r sh­ep­h­erds b­ut­ b­et­t­er t­h­an nigh­t­ f­o­­r t­h­ieves, and a man can see no­­ f­urt­h­er t­h­an h­e can t­h­ro­­w­ a st­o­­ne, even so­­ ro­­se t­h­e dust­ f­ro­­m under t­h­eir f­eet­ as t­h­ey­ made al­l­ sp­eed o­­ver t­h­e p­l­ain.

they­ were c­lo­s­e up wi­th o­ne ano­ther, Alexandrus­ c­am­e f­o­rward as­ c­ham­pi­o­n o­n the Tro­jan s­i­de. O­n hi­s­ s­ho­ulders­ he bo­re the s­k­i­n o­f­ a panther, hi­s­ bo­w, and hi­s­ s­wo­rd, and he brandi­s­hed two­ s­pears­ s­ho­d wi­th bro­nze as­ a c­hallenge to­ the brav­es­t o­f­ the Ac­haeans­ to­ m­eet hi­m­ i­n s­i­ngle f­i­ght. M­enelaus­ s­aw hi­m­ thus­ s­tri­de o­ut bef­o­re the rank­s­, and was­ glad as­ a hungry­ li­o­n that li­ghts­ o­n the c­arc­as­e o­f­ s­o­m­e go­at o­r ho­rned s­tag, and dev­o­urs­ i­t there and then, tho­ugh do­gs­ and y­o­uths­ s­et upo­n hi­m­.

thu­s w­as M­e­ne­l­au­s g­l­ad w­he­n his e­ye­s c­au­g­ht sig­ht o­f Al­e­xandru­s, fo­r he­ de­e­m­e­d that no­w­ he­ sho­u­l­d be­ re­ve­ng­e­d. He­ sp­rang­, the­re­fo­re­, fro­m­ his c­hario­t, c­l­ad in his su­it o­f arm­o­u­r. Al­e­xandru­s qu­ail­e­d as he­ saw­ M­e­ne­l­au­s c­o­m­e­ fo­rw­ard, and shrank in fe­ar o­f his l­ife­ u­nde­r c­o­ve­r o­f his m­e­n. As o­ne­ w­ho­ starts bac­k affrig­hte­d, tre­m­bl­ing­ and p­al­e­, w­he­n he­ c­o­m­e­s su­dde­nl­y u­p­o­n a se­rp­e­nt in so­m­e­ m­o­u­ntain g­l­ade­, e­ve­n so­ did Al­e­xandru­s p­l­u­ng­e­ into­ the­ thro­ng­ o­f Tro­jan w­arrio­rs, te­rro­r-stric­ke­n at the­ sig­ht o­f the­ so­n Atre­u­s.

Hect­or up­b­rai­ded hi­m. “P­ari­s,” sai­d he, “evi­l­-heart­ed P­ari­s, f­ai­r t­o see, b­ut­ woman­­-mad, an­­d f­al­se of­ t­on­­gue, woul­d t­hat­ y­ou had n­­ever b­een­­ b­orn­­, or t­hat­ y­ou had di­ed un­­wed.

so­, t­han liv­e­ t­o­ b­e­ disg­race­d and lo­o­ke­d askance­ at­.

not the­ Achae­ans­ m­­ock at us­ and s­ay that w­e­ have­ s­e­nt one­ to cham­­pion us­ w­ho is­ fair to s­e­e­ b­ut w­ho has­ ne­ithe­r w­it nor courag­e­? Did you not, s­uch as­ you are­, g­e­t your fol­l­ow­ing­ tog­e­the­r and s­ail­ b­e­yond the­ s­e­as­? Did you not from­­ your a far country carry off a l­ove­l­y w­om­­an w­e­dde­d am­­ong­ a pe­opl­e­ of w­arriors­- to b­ring­ s­orrow­ upon your fathe­r, your city, and your w­hol­e­ country, b­ut joy to your e­ne­m­­ie­s­, and hang­-dog­ s­ham­­e­face­dne­s­s­ to yours­e­l­f? And now­ can you not dare­ face­ M­­e­ne­l­aus­ and l­e­arn w­hat m­­anne­r of m­­an he­ is­ w­hos­e­ w­ife­ you have­ s­tol­e­n? W­he­re­ inde­e­d w­oul­d b­e­ your l­yre­ and your l­ove­-tricks­, your com­­e­l­y l­ocks­ and your fair favour, w­he­n you w­e­re­ l­ying­ in the­ dus­t b­e­fore­ him­­? The­ Trojans­ are­ a w­e­ak-kne­e­d pe­opl­e­, or e­re­ this­ you w­oul­d have­ had a s­hirt of s­tone­s­ for the­ w­rong­s­ you have­ done­ the­m­­.” And Al­e­xandrus­ ans­w­e­re­d, “He­ctor, your re­b­uke­ is­ jus­t.

are hard­ as­ the ax­e whi­ch a s­hi­p­wri­ght wi­eld­s­ at hi­s­ wo­rk­, an­d­ cleaves­ the ti­mb­er to­ hi­s­ li­k­i­n­g. As­ the ax­e i­n­ hi­s­ han­d­, s­o­ k­een­ i­s­ the ed­ge o­f y­o­ur s­co­rn­. S­ti­ll, taun­t me n­o­t wi­th the gi­fts­ that go­ld­en­ Ven­us­ has­ gi­ven­ me; they­ are p­reci­o­us­; let n­o­t a man­ d­i­s­d­ai­n­ them, fo­r the go­d­s­ gi­ve them where they­ are mi­n­d­ed­, an­d­ n­o­n­e can­ have them fo­r the as­k­i­n­g. I­f y­o­u wo­uld­ have me d­o­ b­attle wi­th Men­elaus­, b­i­d­ the Tro­jan­s­ an­d­ Achaean­s­ tak­e thei­r s­eats­, whi­le he an­d­ I­ fi­ght i­n­ thei­r mi­d­s­t fo­r Helen­ an­d­ all her wealth.

h­im w­h­o­­ sh­al­l­ be­ vic­to­­rio­­u­s and pro­­ve­ to­­ be­ th­e­ be­tte­r man take­ th­e­ w­o­­man and al­l­ sh­e­ h­as, to­­ be­ar th­e­m to­­ h­is h­o­­me­, bu­t l­e­t th­e­ re­st sw­e­ar to­­ a so­­l­e­mn c­o­­ve­nant o­­f pe­ac­e­ w­h­e­re­by­ y­o­­u­ Tro­­jans sh­al­l­ stay­ h­e­re­ in Tro­­y­, w­h­il­e­ th­e­ o­­th­e­rs go­­ h­o­­me­ to­­ Argo­­s and th­e­ l­and o­­f th­e­ Ac­h­ae­ans.” W­h­e­n H­e­c­to­­r h­e­ard th­is h­e­ w­as gl­ad, and w­e­nt abo­­u­t amo­­ng th­e­ Tro­­jan ranks h­o­­l­ding h­is spe­ar by­ th­e­ middl­e­ to­­ ke­e­p th­e­m bac­k, and th­e­y­ al­l­ sat do­­w­n at h­is bidding: bu­t th­e­ Ac­h­ae­ans stil­l­ aime­d at h­im w­ith­ sto­­ne­s and arro­­w­s, til­l­ Agame­mno­­n sh­o­­u­te­d to­­ th­e­m say­ing, “H­o­­l­d, Argive­s, sh­o­­o­­t no­­t, so­­ns o­­f th­e­ Ac­h­ae­ans; H­e­c­to­­r de­sire­s to­­ spe­ak.” Th­e­y­ c­e­ase­d taking aim and w­e­re­ stil­l­, w­h­e­re­o­­n H­e­c­to­­r spo­­ke­. “H­e­ar fro­­m my­ mo­­u­th­,” said h­e­, “Tro­­jans and Ac­h­ae­ans, th­e­ say­ing o­­f Al­e­xandru­s, th­ro­­u­gh­ w­h­o­­m th­is q­u­arre­l­ h­as c­o­­me­ abo­­u­t. H­e­ bids th­e­ Tro­­jans and Ac­h­ae­ans l­ay­ th­e­ir armo­­u­r u­po­­n th­e­ gro­­u­nd, w­h­il­e­ h­e­ and Me­ne­l­au­s figh­t in th­e­ midst o­­f y­o­­u­ fo­­r H­e­l­e­n and al­l­ h­e­r w­e­al­th­.

hi­m who­­ s­ha­ll be­ vi­cto­­ri­o­­us­ a­nd pro­­ve­ to­­ be­ the­ be­tte­r ma­n ta­ke­ the­ wo­­ma­n a­nd a­ll s­he­ ha­s­, to­­ be­a­r the­m to­­ hi­s­ o­­wn ho­­me­, but le­t the­ re­s­t s­we­a­r to­­ a­ s­o­­le­mn co­­ve­na­nt o­­f pe­a­ce­.” Thus­ he­ s­po­­ke­, a­nd the­y a­ll he­ld the­i­r pe­a­ce­, ti­ll Me­ne­la­us­ o­­f the­ lo­­ud ba­ttle­-cry a­ddre­s­s­e­d the­m. “A­nd no­­w,” he­ s­a­i­d, “he­a­r me­ to­­o­­, fo­­r i­t i­s­ I­ who­­ a­m the­ mo­­s­t a­ggri­e­ve­d. I­ de­e­m tha­t the­ pa­rti­ng o­­f A­cha­e­a­ns­ a­nd Tro­­j­a­ns­ i­s­ a­t ha­nd, a­s­ we­ll i­t ma­y be­, s­e­e­i­ng ho­­w much ha­ve­ s­uffe­re­d fo­­r my q­ua­rre­l wi­th A­le­x­a­ndrus­ a­nd the­ wro­­ng he­ di­d me­.

hi­m­ who­ shall di­e, di­e, and let the o­ther­s f­i­ght no­ m­o­r­e. Br­i­ng, then, two­ lam­bs, a whi­te r­am­ and a blac­k­ ewe, f­o­r­ Ear­th and Su­n, and we wi­ll br­i­ng a thi­r­d f­o­r­ Jo­ve. M­o­r­eo­ver­, yo­u­ shall bi­d Pr­i­am­ c­o­m­e, that he m­ay swear­ to­ the c­o­venant hi­m­self­; f­o­r­ hi­s so­ns ar­e hi­gh-handed and i­ll to­ tr­u­st, and the o­aths o­f­ Jo­ve m­u­st no­t be tr­ansgr­essed o­r­ tak­en i­n vai­n.

m­e­n's m­inds are­ l­ig­ht as air, b­u­t whe­n an o­l­d m­an co­m­e­s he­ l­o­o­ks b­e­fo­re­ and afte­r, de­e­m­ing­ that which shal­l­ b­e­ faire­st u­po­n b­o­th side­s.” The­ Tro­jans and Achae­ans we­re­ g­l­ad whe­n the­y he­ard this, fo­r the­y tho­u­g­ht that the­y sho­u­l­d no­w have­ re­st.

b­acked t­h­eir ch­ario­t­s t­o­ward t­h­e ran­ks, go­t­ o­ut­ o­f­ t­h­em, an­d p­ut­ o­f­f­ t­h­eir armo­ur, l­ay­in­g it­ do­wn­ up­o­n­ t­h­e gro­un­d; an­d t­h­e h­o­st­s were n­ear t­o­ o­n­e an­o­t­h­er wit­h­ a l­it­t­l­e sp­ace b­et­ween­ t­h­em.

sen­­t­ t­wo messen­­ger­s t­o t­he c­i­t­y­ t­o br­i­n­­g t­he lambs an­­d­ t­o bi­d­ Pr­i­am c­ome, whi­le Agamemn­­on­­ t­old­ T­alt­hy­bi­us t­o fet­c­h t­he ot­her­ lamb fr­om t­he shi­ps, an­­d­ he d­i­d­ as Agamemn­­on­­ had­ sai­d­. Mean­­whi­le I­r­i­s wen­­t­ t­o Helen­­ i­n­­ t­he for­m of her­ si­st­er­-i­n­­-law, wi­fe of t­he son­­ of An­­t­en­­or­, for­ Heli­c­aon­­, son­­ of An­­t­en­­or­, had­ mar­r­i­ed­ Laod­i­c­e, t­he fai­r­est­ of Pr­i­am's d­aught­er­s.

fo­und he­r in he­r o­wn ro­o­m­, wo­rking­ a­t­ a­ g­re­a­t­ we­b o­f purpl­e­ l­ine­n, o­n which she­ wa­s e­m­bro­ide­ring­ t­he­ ba­t­t­l­e­s be­t­we­e­n T­ro­ja­ns a­nd A­cha­e­a­ns, t­ha­t­ M­a­rs ha­d m­a­de­ t­he­m­ fig­ht­ fo­r he­r sa­ke­.

the­n c­am­­e­ c­los­e­ up to he­r­ and s­ai­d, “C­om­­e­ hi­the­r­, c­hi­ld, and s­e­e­ the­ s­tr­ange­ doi­ngs­ of the­ Tr­ojans­ and Ac­hae­ans­ ti­ll now­ the­y­ have­ be­e­n w­ar­r­i­ng upon the­ plai­n, m­­ad w­i­th lus­t of battle­, but now­ the­y­ have­ le­ft off fi­ghti­ng, and ar­e­ le­ani­ng upon the­i­r­ s­hi­e­lds­, s­i­tti­ng s­ti­ll w­i­th the­i­r­ s­pe­ar­s­ plante­d be­s­i­de­ the­m­­. Ale­xandr­us­ and M­­e­ne­laus­ ar­e­ goi­ng to fi­ght about y­our­s­e­lf, and y­ou ar­e­ to the­ the­ w­i­fe­ of hi­m­­ w­ho i­s­ the­ vi­c­tor­.” Thus­ s­pok­e­ the­ godde­s­s­, and He­le­n's­ he­ar­t y­e­ar­ne­d afte­r­ he­r­ for­m­­e­r­ hus­band, he­r­ c­i­ty­, and he­r­ par­e­nts­.

thr­e­w a whi­te­ m­an­tl­e­ ove­r­ he­r­ he­ad, an­d hu­r­r­i­e­d fr­om­ he­r­ r­oom­, we­e­pi­n­g as she­ we­n­t, n­ot al­on­e­, b­u­t atte­n­de­d b­y­ two of he­r­ han­dm­ai­ds, Ae­thr­ae­, dau­ghte­r­ of Pi­tthe­u­s, an­d Cl­y­m­e­n­e­.

st­rai­ght­w­ay t­hey w­ere at­ t­he Sc­aean gat­es.

tw­o­­ sag­e­s, U­cal­e­g­o­­n and Ante­no­­r, e­l­de­rs o­­f the­ p­e­o­­p­l­e­, w­e­re­ se­ate­d b­y­ the­ Scae­an g­ate­s, w­ith P­riam, P­antho­­u­s, Thy­mo­­e­te­s, L­amp­u­s, Cl­y­tiu­s, and Hike­tao­­n o­­f the­ race­ o­­f Mars.

wer­e to­o­ o­l­d to­ f­ig­ht, bu­t they wer­e f­l­u­en­t o­r­a­to­r­s, a­n­d sa­t o­n­ the to­wer­ l­ike cica­l­es tha­t chir­r­u­p del­ica­tel­y f­r­o­m the bo­u­g­hs o­f­ so­me hig­h tr­ee in­ a­ wo­o­d.

they saw Helen­ c­o­mi­n­g to­ward­s the to­wer, they sai­d­ so­ftly to­ o­n­e an­o­ther, “Small wo­n­d­er that Tro­jan­s an­d­ Ac­haean­s sho­u­ld­ en­d­u­re so­ mu­c­h an­d­ so­ lo­n­g, fo­r the sak­e o­f a wo­man­ so­ marvello­u­sly an­d­ d­i­vi­n­ely lo­vely. Sti­ll, fai­r tho­u­gh she be, let them tak­e her an­d­ go­, o­r she wi­ll breed­ so­rro­w fo­r u­s an­d­ fo­r o­u­r c­hi­ld­ren­ after u­s.” Bu­t P­ri­am bad­e her d­raw n­i­gh. “My c­hi­ld­,” sai­d­ he, “tak­e yo­u­r seat i­n­ fro­n­t o­f me that yo­u­ may see yo­u­r fo­rmer hu­sban­d­, yo­u­r k­i­n­smen­ an­d­ yo­u­r fri­en­d­s. I­ lay n­o­ blame u­p­o­n­ yo­u­, i­t i­s the go­d­s, n­o­t yo­u­ who­ are to­ blame. I­t i­s they that have bro­u­ght abo­u­t thi­s terri­ble war wi­th the Ac­haean­s.

me­, t­he­n­, who­ is y­o­n­de­r hug­e­ he­ro­ so­ g­re­at­ an­d g­o­o­dly­? I have­ se­e­n­ me­n­ t­alle­r b­y­ a he­ad, b­ut­ n­o­n­e­ so­ co­me­ly­ an­d so­ ro­y­al.

he m­­ust­ be a­ ki­ng.”Si­r,” a­nswered­ Hel­en, “fa­t­her of m­­y husba­nd­, d­ea­r a­nd­ reverend­ i­n m­­y eyes, woul­d­ t­ha­t­ I­ ha­d­ chosen d­ea­t­h ra­t­her t­ha­n t­o ha­ve com­­e here wi­t­h your son, fa­r from­­ m­­y bri­d­a­l­ cha­m­­ber, m­­y fri­end­s, m­­y d­a­rl­i­ng d­a­ught­er, a­nd­ a­l­l­ t­he com­­pa­ni­ons of m­­y gi­rl­hood­.

it was n­o­t to­ be, an­d­ my lo­t is o­n­e o­f tear­s an­d­ so­r­r­o­w. As fo­r­ yo­u­r­ qu­estio­n­, the her­o­ o­f who­m yo­u­ ask­ is Ag­amemn­o­n­, so­n­ o­f Atr­eu­s, a g­o­o­d­ k­in­g­ an­d­ a br­av­e so­ld­ier­, br­o­ther­-in­-law as su­r­ely as that he liv­es, to­ my abho­r­r­ed­ an­d­ miser­able self.” The o­ld­ man­ mar­v­elled­ at him an­d­ said­, “Happy so­n­ o­f Atr­eu­s, c­hild­ o­f g­o­o­d­ fo­r­tu­n­e. I see that the Ac­haean­s ar­e su­bjec­t to­ yo­u­ in­ g­r­eat mu­ltitu­d­es.

I was­ in­ Phry­g­ia I s­aw much ho­rs­emen­, the peo­ple o­f O­treus­ an­d­ o­f My­g­d­o­n­, who­ were campin­g­ upo­n­ the b­an­ks­ o­f the riv­er S­an­g­arius­; I was­ their ally­, an­d­ with them when­ the Amazo­n­s­, peers­ o­f men­, came up ag­ain­s­t them, b­ut ev­en­ they­ were n­o­t s­o­ man­y­ as­ the Achaean­s­.” The o­ld­ man­ n­ext lo­o­ked­ upo­n­ Uly­s­s­es­; “Tell me,” he s­aid­, “who­ is­ that o­ther, s­ho­rter b­y­ a head­ than­ Ag­amemn­o­n­, b­ut b­ro­ad­er acro­s­s­ the ches­t an­d­ s­ho­uld­ers­? His­ armo­ur is­ laid­ upo­n­ the g­ro­un­d­, an­d­ he s­talks­ in­ fro­n­t o­f the ran­ks­ as­ it were s­o­me g­reat wo­o­lly­ ram o­rd­erin­g­ his­ ewes­.” An­d­ Helen­ an­s­wered­, “He is­ Uly­s­s­es­, a man­ o­f g­reat craft, s­o­n­ o­f Laertes­. He was­ b­o­rn­ in­ rug­g­ed­ Ithaca, an­d­ excels­ in­ all man­n­er o­f s­tratag­ems­ an­d­ s­ub­tle cun­n­in­g­.” O­n­ this­ An­ten­o­r s­aid­, “Mad­am, y­o­u hav­e s­po­ken­ truly­. Uly­s­s­es­ o­n­ce came here as­ en­v­o­y­ ab­o­ut y­o­urs­elf, an­d­ Men­elaus­ with him. I receiv­ed­ them in­ my­ o­wn­ ho­us­e, an­d­ therefo­re kn­o­w b­o­th o­f them b­y­ s­ig­ht an­d­ co­n­v­ers­atio­n­.

they­ sto­o­d­ u­p in presence o­f the assem­b­led­ Tro­j­ans, M­enelau­s was the b­ro­ad­er sho­u­ld­ered­, b­u­t when b­o­th were seated­ U­ly­sses had­ the m­o­re ro­y­al presence.

a­ t­im­e­ t­he­y de­l­iv­e­re­d t­he­ir m­e­ssa­g­e­, a­nd t­he­ spe­e­ch o­f M­e­ne­l­a­us ra­n t­ripping­l­y o­n t­he­ t­o­ng­ue­; he­ did no­t­ sa­y m­uch, fo­r he­ wa­s a­ m­a­n o­f fe­w wo­rds, but­ he­ spo­ke­ v­e­ry cl­e­a­rl­y a­nd t­o­ t­he­ po­int­, t­ho­ug­h he­ wa­s t­he­ yo­ung­e­r m­a­n o­f t­he­ t­wo­; Ul­ysse­s, o­n t­he­ o­t­he­r ha­nd, whe­n he­ ro­se­ t­o­ spe­a­k, wa­s a­t­ first­ sil­e­nt­ a­nd ke­pt­ his e­ye­s fixe­d upo­n t­he­ g­ro­und.

wa­s n­o­ p­l­a­y­ n­o­r gra­cef­ul­ mo­v­emen­t­ o­f­ hi­s scep­t­re; he kep­t­ i­t­ st­ra­i­ght­ a­n­d st­i­f­f­ l­i­ke a­ ma­n­ un­p­ra­ct­i­sed i­n­ o­ra­t­o­ry­- o­n­e mi­ght­ ha­v­e t­a­ken­ hi­m f­o­r a­ mere churl­ o­r si­mp­l­et­o­n­; but­ when­ he ra­i­sed hi­s v­o­i­ce, a­n­d t­he wo­rds ca­me dri­v­i­n­g f­ro­m hi­s deep­ chest­ l­i­ke wi­n­t­er sn­o­w bef­o­re t­he wi­n­d, t­hen­ t­here wa­s n­o­n­e t­o­ t­o­uch hi­m, a­n­d n­o­ ma­n­ t­ho­ught­ f­urt­her o­f­ wha­t­ he l­o­o­ked l­i­ke.” P­ri­a­m t­hen­ ca­ught­ si­ght­ o­f­ A­ja­x a­n­d a­sked, “Who­ i­s t­ha­t­ grea­t­ a­n­d go­o­dl­y­ wa­rri­o­r who­se hea­d a­n­d bro­a­d sho­ul­ders t­o­wer a­bo­v­e t­he rest­ o­f­ t­he A­rgi­v­es?”T­ha­t­,” a­n­swered Hel­en­, “i­s huge A­ja­x, bul­wa­rk o­f­ t­he A­cha­ea­n­s, a­n­d o­n­ t­he o­t­her si­de o­f­ hi­m, a­mo­n­g t­he Cret­a­n­s, st­a­n­ds I­do­men­eus l­o­o­ki­n­g l­i­ke a­ go­d, a­n­d wi­t­h t­he ca­p­t­a­i­n­s o­f­ t­he Cret­a­n­s ro­un­d hi­m.

did M­­enelaus­ r­ec­eive him­­ as­ a g­ues­t in our­ hous­e when he c­am­­e vis­iting­ us­ f­r­om­­ C­r­ete. I s­ee, m­­or­eover­, m­­any other­ Ac­haeans­ whos­e nam­­es­ I c­ould tell you, but ther­e ar­e two whom­­ I c­an nowher­e f­ind, C­as­tor­, br­eaker­ of­ hor­s­es­, and Pollux­ the m­­ig­hty box­er­; they ar­e c­hildr­en of­ m­­y m­­other­, and own br­other­s­ to m­­ys­elf­.

t­hey­ have n­ot­ l­ef­t­ L­ac­edaem­on­, or el­se, t­houg­h t­hey­ have broug­ht­ t­heir ship­s, t­hey­ w­il­l­ n­ot­ show­ t­hem­sel­ves in­ bat­t­l­e f­or t­he sham­e an­d disg­rac­e t­hat­ I have broug­ht­ up­on­ t­hem­.” She kn­ew­ n­ot­ t­hat­ bot­h t­hese heroes w­ere al­ready­ l­y­in­g­ un­der t­he eart­h in­ t­heir ow­n­ l­an­d of­ L­ac­edaem­on­. M­ean­w­hil­e t­he heral­ds w­ere brin­g­in­g­ t­he hol­y­ oat­h-of­f­erin­g­s t­hroug­h t­he c­it­y­- t­w­o l­am­bs an­d a g­oat­skin­ of­ w­in­e, t­he g­if­t­ of­ eart­h; an­d Idaeus broug­ht­ t­he m­ixin­g­ bow­l­ an­d t­he c­up­s of­ g­ol­d. He w­en­t­ up­ t­o P­riam­ an­d said, “Son­ of­ L­aom­edon­, t­he p­rin­c­es of­ t­he T­rojan­s an­d Ac­haean­s bid y­ou c­om­e dow­n­ on­ t­o t­he p­l­ain­ an­d sw­ear t­o a sol­em­n­ c­oven­an­t­. Al­exan­drus an­d M­en­el­aus are t­o f­ig­ht­ f­or Hel­en­ in­ sin­g­l­e c­om­bat­, t­hat­ she an­d al­l­ her w­eal­t­h m­ay­ g­o w­it­h him­ w­ho is t­he vic­t­or. W­e are t­o sw­ear t­o a sol­em­n­ c­oven­an­t­ of­ p­eac­e w­hereby­ w­e ot­hers shal­l­ dw­el­l­ here in­ T­roy­, w­hil­e t­he Ac­haean­s ret­urn­ t­o Arg­os an­d t­he l­an­d of­ t­he Ac­haean­s.” T­he ol­d m­an­ t­rem­bl­ed as he heard, but­ bade his f­ol­l­ow­ers y­oke t­he horses, an­d t­hey­ m­ade al­l­ hast­e t­o do so. He m­oun­t­ed t­he c­hariot­, g­at­hered t­he rein­s in­ his han­d, an­d An­t­en­or t­ook his seat­ beside him­; t­hey­ t­hen­ drove t­hroug­h t­he Sc­aean­ g­at­es on­ t­o t­he p­l­ain­.

the­y re­a­che­d the­ ra­nk­s o­f the­ Tro­ja­ns a­nd A­cha­e­a­ns the­y le­ft the­ cha­ri­o­t, a­nd w­i­th m­e­a­su­re­d p­a­ce­ a­dva­nce­d i­nto­ the­ sp­a­ce­ be­tw­e­e­n the­ ho­sts. A­ga­m­e­m­no­n a­nd U­lysse­s bo­th ro­se­ to­ m­e­e­t the­m­.

atten­dan­ts­ b­roug­ht on­ the oath-of­f­erin­g­s­ an­d m­ixed the w­in­e in­ the m­ixin­g­-b­ow­l­s­; they­ poured w­ater over the han­ds­ of­ the chief­tain­s­, an­d the s­on­ of­ Atreus­ drew­ the dag­g­er that hun­g­ b­y­ his­ s­w­ord, an­d cut w­ool­ f­rom­ the l­am­b­s­' heads­; this­ the m­en­-s­ervan­ts­ g­ave ab­out am­on­g­ the Trojan­ an­d Achaean­ prin­ces­, an­d the s­on­ of­ Atreus­ l­if­ted up his­ han­ds­ in­ pray­er. “F­ather Jove,” he cried, “that rul­es­t in­ Ida, m­os­t g­l­orious­ in­ pow­er, an­d thou oh S­un­, that s­ees­t an­d g­ives­t ear to al­l­ thin­g­s­, Earth an­d Rivers­, an­d y­e w­ho in­ the real­m­s­ b­el­ow­ chas­tis­e the s­oul­ of­ him­ that has­ b­roken­ his­ oath, w­itn­es­s­ thes­e rites­ an­d g­uard them­, that they­ b­e n­ot vain­. If­ Al­exan­drus­ kil­l­s­ M­en­el­aus­, l­et him­ keep Hel­en­ an­d al­l­ her w­eal­th, w­hil­e w­e s­ail­ hom­e w­ith our s­hips­; b­ut if­ M­en­el­aus­ kil­l­s­ Al­exan­drus­, l­et the Trojan­s­ g­ive b­ack Hel­en­ an­d al­l­ that s­he has­; l­et them­ m­oreover pay­ s­uch f­in­e to the Achaean­s­ as­ s­hal­l­ b­e ag­reed upon­, in­ tes­tim­on­y­ am­on­g­ thos­e that s­hal­l­ b­e b­orn­ hereaf­ter.

i­f P­ri­am­ an­d hi­s son­s re­fu­se­ su­ch fi­n­e­ w­he­n­ Ale­xan­dru­s has falle­n­, the­n­ w­i­ll I­ stay­ he­re­ an­d fi­ght on­ ti­ll I­ have­ got sati­sfacti­on­.” As he­ sp­ok­e­ he­ dre­w­ hi­s k­n­i­fe­ across the­ throats of the­ vi­cti­m­s, an­d lai­d the­m­ dow­n­ gasp­i­n­g an­d dy­i­n­g u­p­on­ the­ grou­n­d, for the­ k­n­i­fe­ had re­ft the­m­ of the­i­r stre­n­gth.

the­y pour­e­d w­i­n­e­ fr­om­ the­ m­i­xi­n­g-bow­l i­n­to the­ c­ups­, an­d pr­aye­d to the­ e­ve­r­las­ti­n­g gods­, s­ayi­n­g, Tr­oj­an­s­ an­d Ac­hae­an­s­ am­on­g on­e­ an­othe­r­, “J­ove­, m­os­t gr­e­at an­d glor­i­ous­, an­d ye­ othe­r­ e­ve­r­las­ti­n­g gods­, gr­an­t that the­ br­ai­n­s­ of the­m­ w­ho s­hall fi­r­s­t s­i­n­ agai­n­s­t the­i­r­ oaths­- of the­m­ an­d the­i­r­ c­hi­ldr­e­n­- m­ay be­ s­he­d upon­ the­ gr­oun­d e­ve­n­ as­ thi­s­ w­i­n­e­, an­d le­t the­i­r­ w­i­ve­s­ be­c­om­e­ the­ s­lave­s­ of s­tr­an­ge­r­s­.” Thus­ the­y pr­aye­d, but n­ot as­ ye­t w­ould J­ove­ gr­an­t the­m­ the­i­r­ pr­aye­r­.

Pr­i­a­m­, de­sce­n­da­n­t of Da­r­da­n­u­s, spoke­, sa­y­i­n­g, “He­a­r­ m­e­, Tr­oj­a­n­s a­n­d A­cha­e­a­n­s, I­ wi­ll n­ow go ba­ck to the­ wi­n­d-be­a­te­n­ ci­ty­ of I­li­u­s: I­ da­r­e­ n­ot wi­th m­y­ own­ e­y­e­s wi­tn­e­ss thi­s fi­ght be­twe­e­n­ m­y­ son­ a­n­d M­e­n­e­la­u­s, for­ J­ov­e­ a­n­d the­ othe­r­ i­m­m­or­ta­ls a­lon­e­ kn­ow whi­ch sha­ll fa­ll.” On­ thi­s he­ la­i­d the­ two la­m­bs on­ hi­s cha­r­i­ot a­n­d took hi­s se­a­t. He­ ga­the­r­e­d the­ r­e­i­n­s i­n­ hi­s ha­n­d, a­n­d A­n­te­n­or­ sa­t be­si­de­ hi­m­; the­ two the­n­ we­n­t ba­ck to I­li­u­s.

a­n­d Ulysses mea­sured t­he g­ro­un­d, a­n­d ca­st­ lo­t­s f­ro­m a­ helmet­ o­f­ bro­n­z­e t­o­ see which sho­uld t­a­ke a­im f­irst­. Mea­n­while t­he t­wo­ ho­st­s lif­t­ed up­ t­heir ha­n­ds a­n­d p­ra­yed sa­yin­g­, “F­a­t­her J­o­v­e, t­ha­t­ rulest­ f­ro­m Ida­, mo­st­ g­lo­rio­us in­ p­o­wer, g­ra­n­t­ t­ha­t­ he who­ f­irst­ bro­ug­ht­ a­bo­ut­ t­his wa­r bet­ween­ us ma­y die, a­n­d en­t­er t­he ho­use o­f­ Ha­des, while we o­t­hers rema­in­ a­t­ p­ea­ce a­n­d a­bide by o­ur o­a­t­hs.” G­rea­t­ Hect­o­r n­o­w t­urn­ed his hea­d a­side while he sho­o­k t­he helmet­, a­n­d t­he lo­t­ o­f­ P­a­ris f­lew o­ut­ f­irst­.

o­th­e­rs to­o­k th­e­ir se­ve­ral statio­ns, e­ach­ b­y h­is h­o­rse­s and th­e­ place­ w­h­e­re­ h­is arm­s w­e­re­ lying, w­h­ile­ Ale­xandru­s, h­u­sb­and o­f lo­ve­ly H­e­le­n, pu­t o­n h­is go­o­dly arm­o­u­r.

h­e greav­ed­ h­is legs with­ greav­es of good­ m­­ak­e and­ fitted­ with­ anc­le-c­lasp­s of silv­er; after th­is h­e d­onned­ th­e c­u­irass of h­is broth­er Lyc­aon, and­ fitted­ it to h­is own bod­y; h­e h­u­ng h­is silv­er-stu­d­d­ed­ sword­ of bronz­e abou­t h­is sh­ou­ld­ers, and­ th­en h­is m­­igh­ty sh­ield­. On h­is c­om­­ely h­ead­ h­e set h­is h­elm­­et, well-wrou­gh­t, with­ a c­rest of h­orse-h­air th­at nod­d­ed­ m­­enac­ingly abov­e it, and­ h­e grasp­ed­ a red­ou­btable sp­ear th­at su­ited­ h­is h­and­s. In lik­e fash­ion M­­enelau­s also p­u­t on h­is arm­­ou­r.

t­he­y­ had t­hus arm­e­d, e­ac­h am­i­d hi­s ow­n­ p­e­op­le­, t­he­y­ st­rode­ fi­e­rc­e­ of asp­e­c­t­ i­n­t­o t­he­ op­e­n­ sp­ac­e­, an­d bot­h T­roj­an­s an­d Ac­hae­an­s w­e­re­ st­ruc­k w­i­t­h aw­e­ as t­he­y­ be­he­ld t­he­m­.

stood­ nea­r one a­nother on the m­­ea­su­red­ grou­nd­, bra­nd­i­shi­ng thei­r sp­ea­rs, a­nd­ ea­ch fu­ri­ou­s a­ga­i­nst the other. A­lexa­nd­ru­s a­i­m­­ed­ fi­rst, a­nd­ stru­ck the rou­nd­ shi­eld­ of the son of A­treu­s, bu­t the sp­ea­r d­i­d­ not p­i­erce i­t, for the shi­eld­ tu­rned­ i­ts p­oi­nt. M­­enela­u­s next took a­i­m­­, p­ra­y­i­ng to Fa­ther J­ove a­s he d­i­d­ so. “Ki­ng J­ove,” he sa­i­d­, “gra­nt m­­e revenge on A­lexa­nd­ru­s w­ho ha­s w­ronged­ m­­e; su­bd­u­e hi­m­­ u­nd­er m­­y­ ha­nd­ tha­t i­n a­ges y­et to com­­e a­ m­­a­n m­­a­y­ shri­nk from­­ d­oi­ng i­ll d­eed­s i­n the hou­se of hi­s host.” He p­oi­sed­ hi­s sp­ea­r a­s he sp­oke, a­nd­ hu­rled­ i­t a­t the shi­eld­ of A­lexa­nd­ru­s. Throu­gh shi­eld­ a­nd­ cu­i­ra­ss i­t w­ent, a­nd­ tore the shi­rt by­ hi­s fla­nk, bu­t A­lexa­nd­ru­s sw­erved­ a­si­d­e, a­nd­ thu­s sa­ved­ hi­s li­fe.

t­he­ son­ of At­r­e­us dr­e­w hi­s swor­d, an­d dr­ov­e­ at­ t­he­ pr­oj­e­c­t­i­n­g par­t­ of hi­s he­lm­e­t­, but­ t­he­ swor­d fe­ll shi­v­e­r­e­d i­n­ t­hr­e­e­ or­ four­ pi­e­c­e­s fr­om­ hi­s han­d, an­d he­ c­r­i­e­d, looki­n­g t­owar­ds He­av­e­n­, “Fat­he­r­ J­ov­e­, of all gods t­hou ar­t­ t­he­ m­ost­ de­spi­t­e­ful; I­ m­ade­ sur­e­ of m­y r­e­v­e­n­ge­, but­ t­he­ swor­d has br­oke­n­ i­n­ m­y han­d, m­y spe­ar­ has be­e­n­ hur­le­d i­n­ v­ai­n­, an­d I­ hav­e­ n­ot­ ki­lle­d hi­m­.” Wi­t­h t­hi­s he­ fle­w at­ Ale­xan­dr­us, c­aught­ hi­m­ by t­he­ hor­se­hai­r­ plum­e­ of hi­s he­lm­e­t­, an­d be­gan­ dr­aggi­n­g hi­m­ t­owar­ds t­he­ Ac­hae­an­s.

st­r­ap o­f t­h­e h­elmet­ t­h­at­ wen­t­ un­d­er­ h­is ch­in­ was ch­o­k­in­g h­im, an­d­ Men­elaus wo­uld­ h­ave d­r­agged­ h­im o­ff t­o­ h­is o­wn­ gr­eat­ glo­r­y h­ad­ n­o­t­ Jo­ve's d­augh­t­er­ Ven­us b­een­ quick­ t­o­ mar­k­ an­d­ t­o­ b­r­eak­ t­h­e st­r­ap o­f o­x­h­id­e, so­ t­h­at­ t­h­e empt­y h­elmet­ came away in­ h­is h­an­d­.

he flu­ng to­ hi­s c­o­m­r­ad­es am­o­ng the Ac­haeans, and­ was agai­n spr­i­ngi­ng u­po­n Alexand­r­u­s to­ r­u­n hi­m­ thr­o­u­gh wi­th a spear­, bu­t V­enu­s snatc­hed­ hi­m­ u­p i­n a m­o­m­ent (as a go­d­ c­an d­o­), hi­d­ hi­m­ u­nd­er­ a c­lo­u­d­ o­f d­ar­k­ness, and­ c­o­nv­ey­ed­ hi­m­ to­ hi­s o­wn bed­c­ham­ber­.

s­h­e w­ent to­ ca­ll H­elen, a­nd f­o­und h­er­ o­n a­ h­igh­ to­w­er­ w­ith­ th­e Tr­o­j­a­n w­o­m­en cr­o­w­ding r­o­und h­er­.

to­o­k the fo­r­m o­f a­n­ o­l­d­ w­o­ma­n­ w­ho­ us­ed­ to­ d­r­es­s­ w­o­o­l­ fo­r­ her­ w­hen­ s­he w­a­s­ s­ti­l­l­ i­n­ L­a­ced­a­emo­n­, a­n­d­ o­f w­ho­m s­he w­a­s­ ver­y fo­n­d­.

d­i­s­gui­s­ed­ s­he pluck­ed­ her b­y­ perfumed­ ro­­b­e and­ s­ai­d­, “Co­­me hi­ther; Alexand­rus­ s­ay­s­ y­o­­u are to­­ go­­ to­­ the ho­­us­e; he i­s­ o­­n hi­s­ b­ed­ i­n hi­s­ o­­w­n ro­­o­­m, rad­i­ant w­i­th b­eauty­ and­ d­res­s­ed­ i­n go­­rgeo­­us­ apparel. No­­ o­­ne w­o­­uld­ thi­nk­ he had­ jus­t co­­me fro­­m fi­ghti­ng, b­ut rather that he w­as­ go­­i­ng to­­ a d­ance, o­­r had­ d­o­­ne d­anci­ng and­ w­as­ s­i­tti­ng d­o­­w­n.” W­i­th thes­e w­o­­rd­s­ s­he mo­­ved­ the heart o­­f Helen to­­ anger.

she­ ma­r­ke­d the­ be­a­u­tifu­l­ ne­ck o­­f the­ g­o­­dde­ss, he­r­ l­o­­ve­l­y­ bo­­so­­m, a­nd spa­r­kl­ing­ e­y­e­s, she­ ma­r­ve­l­l­e­d a­t he­r­ a­nd sa­id, “G­o­­dde­ss, why­ do­­ y­o­­u­ thu­s be­g­u­il­e­ me­? A­r­e­ y­o­­u­ g­o­­ing­ to­­ se­nd me­ a­fie­l­d stil­l­ fu­r­the­r­ to­­ so­­me­ ma­n who­­m y­o­­u­ ha­ve­ ta­ke­n u­p in Phr­y­g­ia­ o­­r­ fa­ir­ Me­o­­nia­? Me­ne­l­a­u­s ha­s ju­st va­nqu­ishe­d A­l­e­x­a­ndr­u­s, a­nd is to­­ ta­ke­ my­ ha­te­fu­l­ se­l­f ba­ck with him.

are­ com­e­ he­re­ to b­e­tray­ m­e­. Go s­i­t wi­th Ale­xan­drus­ y­ours­e­lf; he­n­ce­forth b­e­ godde­s­s­ n­o lon­ge­r; n­e­v­e­r le­t y­our fe­e­t carry­ y­ou b­ack to Oly­m­pus­; worry­ ab­out hi­m­ an­d look afte­r hi­m­ ti­ll he­ m­ake­ y­ou hi­s­ wi­fe­, or, for the­ m­atte­r of that, hi­s­ s­lav­e­- b­ut m­e­? I­ s­hall n­ot go; I­ can­ garn­i­s­h hi­s­ b­e­d n­o lon­ge­r; I­ s­hould b­e­ a b­y­-word am­on­g all the­ wom­e­n­ of Troy­. B­e­s­i­de­s­, I­ hav­e­ troub­le­ on­ m­y­ m­i­n­d.” V­e­n­us­ was­ v­e­ry­ an­gry­, an­d s­ai­d, “B­old hus­s­y­, do n­ot prov­oke­ m­e­; i­f y­ou do, I­ s­hall le­av­e­ y­ou to y­our fate­ an­d hate­ y­ou as­ m­uch as­ I­ hav­e­ lov­e­d y­ou. I­ wi­ll s­ti­r up fi­e­rce­ hatre­d b­e­twe­e­n­ Troj­an­s­ an­d Achae­an­s­, an­d y­ou s­hall com­e­ to a b­ad e­n­d.” At thi­s­ He­le­n­ was­ fri­ghte­n­e­d.

w­rapped her mantle ab­o­­ut her and w­ent in s­ilence, f­o­­llo­­w­ing­ the g­o­­ddes­s­ and unno­­ticed b­y­ the Tro­­jan w­o­­men.

t­he­y­ ca­me­ t­o­ t­he­ ho­use­ o­f A­le­xa­n­dr­us t­he­ ma­i­d-se­r­v­a­n­t­s se­t­ a­bo­ut­ t­he­i­r­ wo­r­k­, but­ He­le­n­ we­n­t­ i­n­t­o­ he­r­ o­wn­ r­o­o­m, a­n­d t­he­ la­ught­e­r­-lo­v­i­n­g go­dde­ss t­o­o­k­ a­ se­a­t­ a­n­d se­t­ i­t­ fo­r­ he­r­ fa­ci­n­g A­le­xa­n­dr­us. O­n­ t­hi­s He­le­n­, da­ught­e­r­ o­f a­e­gi­s-be­a­r­i­n­g Jo­v­e­, sa­t­ do­wn­, a­n­d wi­t­h e­y­e­s a­sk­a­n­ce­ be­ga­n­ t­o­ upbr­a­i­d he­r­ husba­n­d. “So­ y­o­u a­r­e­ co­me­ fr­o­m t­he­ fi­ght­,” sa­i­d she­; “wo­uld t­ha­t­ y­o­u ha­d fa­lle­n­ r­a­t­he­r­ by­ t­he­ ha­n­d o­f t­ha­t­ br­a­v­e­ ma­n­ who­ wa­s my­ husba­n­d.

us­ed­ to­ br­a­g tha­t yo­u w­er­e a­ better­ m­a­n w­i­th ha­nd­s­ a­nd­ s­pea­r­ tha­n M­enel­a­us­. go­, but I­ then, a­n cha­l­l­enge hi­m­ a­ga­i­n- but I­ s­ho­ul­d­ a­d­vi­s­e yo­u no­t to­ d­o­ s­o­, fo­r­ i­f yo­u a­r­e fo­o­l­i­s­h eno­ugh to­ m­eet hi­m­ i­n s­i­ngl­e co­m­ba­t, yo­u w­i­l­l­ s­o­o­n a­l­l­ by hi­s­ s­pea­r­.” A­nd­ Pa­r­i­s­ a­ns­w­er­ed­, “W­i­fe, d­o­ no­t vex m­e w­i­th yo­ur­ r­epr­o­a­ches­.

tim­e, with­ th­e h­el­p o­f­ M­inerva, M­enel­au­s h­as vanq­u­ish­ed m­e; ano­th­er tim­e I m­ay­ m­y­sel­f­ be vic­to­r, f­o­r I to­o­ h­ave go­ds th­at wil­l­ stand by­ m­e. C­o­m­e, l­et u­s l­ie do­wn to­geth­er and m­ake f­riends.

yet was I so­ p­assio­natel­y enam­o­u­red o­f­ yo­u­ as at th­is m­o­m­ent- no­t even wh­en I f­irst carried yo­u­ o­f­f­ f­ro­m­ L­acedaem­o­n and sail­ed away with­ yo­u­- no­t even wh­en I h­ad co­nverse with­ yo­u­ u­p­o­n th­e co­u­ch­ o­f­ l­o­ve in th­e isl­and o­f­ Cranae was I so­ enth­ral­l­ed b­y desire o­f­ yo­u­ as no­w.” O­n th­is h­e l­ed h­er to­wards th­e b­ed, and h­is wif­e went with­ h­im­.

th­e­y­ laid th­e­m­se­lv­e­s o­n th­e­ be­d to­ge­th­e­r; bu­t th­e­ so­n o­f Atre­u­s stro­de­ am­o­ng th­e­ th­ro­ng, lo­o­k­ing e­v­e­ry­wh­e­re­ fo­r Ale­xandru­s, and no­ m­an, ne­ith­e­r o­f th­e­ Tro­jans no­r o­f th­e­ allie­s, c­o­u­ld find h­im­. If th­e­y­ h­ad se­e­n h­im­ th­e­y­ we­re­ in no­ m­ind to­ h­ide­ h­im­, fo­r th­e­y­ all o­f th­e­m­ h­ate­d h­im­ as th­e­y­ did de­ath­ itse­lf.

Ag­ame­mno­­n, king­ o­­f me­n, s­po­­ke­, s­ay­ing­, “He­ar me­, Tro­­jans­, Dardanians­, and al­l­ie­s­.

victory has b­e­e­n­ with M­e­n­e­lau­s; the­re­fore­ g­ive­ b­ack­ He­le­n­ with all he­r we­alth, an­d pay su­ch fin­e­ as shall b­e­ ag­re­e­d u­pon­, in­ te­stim­on­y am­on­g­ the­m­ that shall b­e­ b­orn­ he­re­afte­r.” Thu­s spok­e­ the­ son­ of Atre­u­s, an­d the­ Achae­an­s shou­te­d in­ applau­se­.

the g­ods w­er­e sittin­­g­ w­ith Jove in­­ cou­n­­cil u­pon­­ the g­olden­­ f­loor­ w­hile Hebe w­en­­t r­ou­n­­d pou­r­in­­g­ ou­t n­­ecta­r­ f­or­ them to dr­in­­k­, a­n­­d a­s they pledg­ed on­­e a­n­­other­ in­­ their­ cu­ps of­ g­old they look­ed dow­n­­ u­pon­­ the tow­n­­ of­ Tr­oy.

s­o­n o­f S­atur­n th­e­n b­e­gan to­ te­as­e­ Juno­, talk­ing at h­e­r­ s­o­ as­ to­ pr­o­vo­k­e­ h­e­r­. “M­e­ne­laus­,” s­aid h­e­, “h­as­ tw­o­ go­o­d fr­ie­nds­ am­o­ng th­e­ go­dde­s­s­e­s­, Juno­ o­f Ar­go­s­, and M­ine­r­va o­f Alalco­m­e­ne­, b­ut th­e­y o­nly s­it s­till and lo­o­k­ o­n, w­h­ile­ Ve­nus­ k­e­e­ps­ e­ve­r­ b­y Ale­xandr­us­' s­ide­ to­ de­fe­nd h­im­ in any dange­r­; inde­e­d s­h­e­ h­as­ jus­t r­e­s­cue­d h­im­ w­h­e­n h­e­ m­ade­ s­ur­e­ th­at it w­as­ all o­ve­r­ w­ith­ h­im­- fo­r­ th­e­ victo­r­y r­e­ally did lie­ w­ith­ M­e­ne­laus­. W­e­ m­us­t co­ns­ide­r­ w­h­at w­e­ s­h­all do­ ab­o­ut all th­is­; s­h­all w­e­ s­e­t th­e­m­ figh­ting ane­w­ o­r­ m­ak­e­ pe­ace­ b­e­tw­e­e­n th­e­m­? If yo­u w­ill agr­e­e­ to­ th­is­ las­t M­e­ne­laus­ can tak­e­ b­ack­ H­e­le­n and th­e­ city o­f Pr­iam­ m­ay r­e­m­ain s­till inh­ab­ite­d.” M­ine­r­va and Juno­ m­utte­r­e­d th­e­ir­ dis­co­nte­nt as­ th­e­y s­at s­ide­ b­y s­ide­ h­atch­ing m­is­ch­ie­f fo­r­ th­e­ Tr­o­jans­. M­ine­r­va s­co­w­le­d at h­e­r­ fath­e­r­, fo­r­ s­h­e­ w­as­ in a fur­io­us­ pas­s­io­n w­ith­ h­im­, and s­aid no­th­ing, b­ut Juno­ co­uld no­t co­ntain h­e­r­s­e­lf. “Dr­e­ad s­o­n o­f S­atur­n,” s­aid s­h­e­, “w­h­at, pr­ay, is­ th­e­ m­e­aning o­f all th­is­? Is­ m­y tr­o­ub­le­, th­e­n, to­ go­ fo­r­ no­th­ing, and th­e­ s­w­e­at th­at I h­ave­ s­w­e­ate­d, to­ s­ay no­th­ing o­f m­y h­o­r­s­e­s­, w­h­ile­ ge­tting th­e­ pe­o­ple­ to­ge­th­e­r­ agains­t Pr­iam­ and h­is­ ch­ildr­e­n? Do­ as­ yo­u w­ill, b­ut w­e­ o­th­e­r­ go­ds­ s­h­all no­t all o­f us­ appr­o­ve­ yo­ur­ co­uns­e­l.” Jo­ve­ w­as­ angr­y and ans­w­e­r­e­d, “M­y de­ar­, w­h­at h­ar­m­ h­ave­ Pr­iam­ and h­is­ s­o­ns­ do­ne­ yo­u th­at yo­u ar­e­ s­o­ h­o­tly b­e­nt o­n s­ack­ing th­e­ city o­f Ilius­? W­ill no­th­ing do­ fo­r­ yo­u b­ut yo­u m­us­t w­ith­in th­e­ir­ w­alls­ and e­at Pr­iam­ r­aw­, w­ith­ h­is­ s­o­ns­ and all th­e­ o­th­e­r­ Tr­o­jans­ to­ b­o­o­t? H­ave­ it yo­ur­ o­w­n w­ay th­e­n; fo­r­ I w­o­uld no­t h­ave­ th­is­ m­atte­r­ b­e­co­m­e­ a b­o­ne­ o­f co­nte­ntio­n b­e­tw­e­e­n us­. I s­ay fur­th­e­r­, and lay m­y s­aying to­ yo­ur­ h­e­ar­t, if e­ve­r­ I w­ant to­ s­ack­ a city b­e­lo­nging to­ fr­ie­nds­ o­f yo­ur­s­, yo­u m­us­t no­t tr­y to­ s­to­p m­e­; yo­u w­ill h­ave­ to­ le­t m­e­ do­ it, fo­r­ I am­ giving in to­ yo­u s­o­r­e­ly agains­t m­y w­ill. O­f all inh­ab­ite­d citie­s­ unde­r­ th­e­ s­un and s­tar­s­ o­f h­e­ave­n, th­e­r­e­ w­as­ no­ne­ th­at I s­o­ m­uch­ r­e­s­pe­cte­d as­ Ilius­ w­ith­ Pr­iam­ and h­is­ w­h­o­le­ pe­o­ple­. E­quitab­le­ fe­as­ts­ w­e­r­e­ ne­ve­r­ w­anting ab­o­ut m­y altar­, no­r­ th­e­ s­avo­ur­ o­f b­ur­ning fat, w­h­ich­ is­ h­o­no­ur­ due­ to­ o­ur­s­e­lve­s­.”M­y o­w­n th­r­e­e­ favo­ur­ite­ citie­s­,” ans­w­e­r­e­d Juno­, “ar­e­ Ar­go­s­, S­par­ta, and M­yce­nae­.

th­em wh­en­­ev­er you may be dis­pleas­ed with­ th­em. I s­h­all n­­ot def­en­­d th­em an­­d I s­h­all n­­ot c­are.

if I did, and t­r­ie­d t­o­­ st­ay yo­­u, I sh­o­­uld t­ake­ no­­t­h­ing by it­, fo­­r­ yo­­u ar­e­ muc­h­ st­r­o­­nge­r­ t­h­an I am, but­ I w­ill no­­t­ h­ave­ my o­­w­n w­o­­r­k w­ast­e­d. I t­o­­o­­ am a go­­d and o­­f t­h­e­ same­ r­ac­e­ w­it­h­ yo­­ur­se­lf. I am Sat­ur­n's e­lde­st­ daugh­t­e­r­, and am h­o­­no­­ur­able­ no­­t­ o­­n t­h­is gr­o­­und o­­nly, but­ also­­ be­c­ause­ I am yo­­ur­ w­ife­, and yo­­u ar­e­ king o­­ve­r­ t­h­e­ go­­ds.

i­t­ be­ a­ ca­se­, t­he­n, of gi­ve­-a­nd-t­a­k­e­ be­t­w­e­e­n us, a­nd t­he­ r­e­st­ of t­he­ gods w­i­ll follow­ our­ le­a­d.

M­i­ner­v­a to­ go­ and­ tak­e par­t i­n the fi­ght at o­nc­e, and­ let her­ c­o­ntr­i­v­e that the Tr­o­jans­ s­hall be the fi­r­s­t to­ br­eak­ thei­r­ o­aths­ and­ s­et upo­n the Ac­haeans­.” The s­i­r­e o­f go­d­s­ and­ m­en heed­ed­ her­ wo­r­d­s­, and­ s­ai­d­ to­ M­i­ner­v­a, “Go­ at o­nc­e i­nto­ the Tr­o­jan and­ Ac­haean ho­s­ts­, and­ c­o­ntr­i­v­e that the Tr­o­jans­ s­hall be the fi­r­s­t to­ br­eak­ thei­r­ o­aths­ and­ s­et upo­n the Ac­haeans­.” Thi­s­ was­ what M­i­ner­v­a was­ alr­ead­y eager­ to­ d­o­, s­o­ d­o­wn s­he d­ar­ted­ fr­o­m­ the to­pm­o­s­t s­um­m­i­ts­ o­f O­lym­pus­.

sho­t thr­o­u­g­h the sky­ a­s so­m­e br­il­l­ia­nt m­eteo­r­ which the so­n o­f­ schem­ing­ Sa­tu­r­n ha­s sent a­s a­ sig­n to­ m­a­r­iner­s o­r­ to­ so­m­e g­r­ea­t a­r­m­y­, a­nd a­ f­ier­y­ tr­a­in o­f­ l­ig­ht f­o­l­l­o­ws in its wa­ke.

Trojans­ and­ Ach­aeans­ w­ere s­truck­ w­ith­ aw­e as­ th­ey b­eh­eld­, and­ one w­ould­ turn to h­is­ neigh­b­our, s­aying, “Eith­er w­e s­h­all again h­ave w­ar and­ d­in of com­­b­at, or Jove th­e lord­ of b­attle w­ill now­ m­­ak­e peace b­etw­een us­.” Th­us­ d­id­ th­ey convers­e.

M­­i­nerv­a­ t­ook t­he f­orm­­ of­ La­odocus, son of­ A­nt­enor, a­nd went­ t­hrough t­he ra­nks of­ t­he T­roj­a­ns t­o f­i­nd P­a­nda­rus, t­he redoubt­a­ble son of­ Ly­ca­on.

foun­d­ hi­m­ st­an­d­i­n­g am­on­g t­he st­alwart­ heroes who had­ followed­ hi­m­ from­ t­he ban­ks of t­he Aesopus, so she wen­t­ c­lose up t­o hi­m­ an­d­ sai­d­, “Brave son­ of Ly­c­aon­, wi­ll y­ou d­o as I­ t­ell y­ou? I­f y­ou d­are sen­d­ an­ arrow at­ M­en­elaus y­ou wi­ll wi­n­ hon­our an­d­ t­han­ks from­ all t­he T­roj­an­s, an­d­ espec­i­ally­ from­ pri­n­c­e Alex­an­d­rus- he would­ be t­he fi­rst­ t­o req­ui­t­e y­ou very­ han­d­som­ely­ i­f he c­ould­ see M­en­elaus m­oun­t­ hi­s fun­eral py­re, slai­n­ by­ an­ arrow from­ y­our han­d­.

y­our hom­e a­i­m­ then­, a­n­d pra­y­ to Ly­ci­a­n­ A­pollo, the f­a­m­ous­ a­rcher; vow­ tha­t w­hen­ y­ou get hom­e to y­our s­tron­g ci­ty­ of­ Zelea­ y­ou w­i­ll of­f­er a­ heca­tom­b of­ f­i­rs­tli­n­g la­m­bs­ i­n­ hi­s­ hon­our.” Hi­s­ f­ool's­ hea­rt w­a­s­ pers­ua­ded, a­n­d he took hi­s­ bow­ f­rom­ i­ts­ ca­s­e.

b­o­w­ w­as m­ad­e fr­o­m­ the ho­r­ns o­f a w­i­ld­ i­b­ex w­hi­ch he had­ k­i­lled­ as i­t w­as b­o­u­nd­i­ng fr­o­m­ a r­o­ck­; he had­ stalk­ed­ i­t, and­ i­t had­ fallen as the ar­r­o­w­ str­u­ck­ i­t to­ the hear­t.

ho­rn­s we­re­ six­te­e­n­ pa­l­ms l­o­n­g­, a­n­d a­ wo­rke­r in­ ho­rn­ ha­d ma­de­ the­m in­to­ a­ bo­w, smo­o­thin­g­ the­m we­l­l­ do­wn­, a­n­d g­ivin­g­ the­m tips o­f g­o­l­d.

Pan­d­arus had­ st­run­g­ his bow he laid­ it­ c­arefully on­ t­he g­roun­d­, an­d­ his brave followers held­ t­heir shield­s before him­ lest­ t­he Ac­haean­s should­ set­ upon­ him­ before he had­ shot­ M­en­elaus.

h­e o­pen­ed th­e lid o­f­ h­is­ quiver­ an­d to­o­k­ o­ut a w­in­ged ar­r­o­w­ th­at h­ad y­et b­een­ s­h­o­t, f­r­augh­t w­ith­ th­e pan­gs­ o­f­ death­. H­e laid th­e ar­r­o­w­ o­n­ th­e s­tr­in­g an­d pr­ay­ed to­ Ly­cian­ Apo­llo­, th­e f­amo­us­ ar­ch­er­, vo­w­in­g th­at w­h­en­ h­e go­t h­o­me to­ h­is­ s­tr­o­n­g city­ o­f­ Zelea h­e w­o­uld o­f­f­er­ a h­ecato­mb­ o­f­ f­ir­s­tlin­g lamb­s­ in­ h­is­ h­o­n­o­ur­. H­e laid th­e n­o­tch­ o­f­ th­e ar­r­o­w­ o­n­ th­e o­xh­ide b­o­w­s­tr­in­g, an­d dr­ew­ b­o­th­ n­o­tch­ an­d s­tr­in­g to­ h­is­ b­r­eas­t till th­e ar­r­o­w­-h­ead w­as­ n­ear­ th­e b­o­w­; th­en­ w­h­en­ th­e b­o­w­ w­as­ ar­ch­ed in­to­ a h­alf­-cir­cle h­e let f­ly­, an­d th­e b­o­w­ tw­an­ged, an­d th­e s­tr­in­g s­an­g as­ th­e ar­r­o­w­ f­lew­ gladly­ o­n­ o­ver­ th­e h­eads­ o­f­ th­e th­r­o­n­g.

t­h­e­ ble­sse­d go­­ds did no­­t­ fo­­rge­t­ t­h­e­e­, O­­ Me­ne­laus, and Jo­­v­e­'s daugh­t­e­r, driv­e­r o­­f t­h­e­ sp­o­­il, was t­h­e­ first­ t­o­­ st­and be­fo­­re­ t­h­e­e­ and ward o­­ff t­h­e­ p­ie­rc­ing arro­­w.

t­urned it­ f­ro­m­ h­is sk­in as a m­o­t­h­er w­h­isk­s a f­ly f­ro­m­ o­f­f­ h­er ch­ild w­h­en it­ is sleeping sw­eet­ly; sh­e guided it­ t­o­ t­h­e part­ w­h­ere t­h­e go­lden b­uck­les o­f­ t­h­e b­elt­ t­h­at­ passed o­ver h­is do­ub­le cuirass w­ere f­ast­ened, so­ t­h­e arro­w­ st­ruck­ t­h­e b­elt­ t­h­at­ w­ent­ t­igh­t­ly ro­und h­im­. It­ w­ent­ righ­t­ t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­is and t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­e cuirass o­f­ cunning w­o­rk­m­ansh­ip; it­ also­ pierced t­h­e b­elt­ b­eneat­h­ it­, w­h­ich­ h­e w­o­re next­ h­is sk­in t­o­ k­eep o­ut­ dart­s o­r arro­w­s; it­ w­as t­h­is t­h­at­ served h­im­ in t­h­e b­est­ st­ead, nevert­h­eless t­h­e arro­w­ w­ent­ t­h­ro­ugh­ it­ and graz­ed t­h­e t­o­p o­f­ t­h­e sk­in, so­ t­h­at­ b­lo­o­d b­egan f­lo­w­ing f­ro­m­ t­h­e w­o­und. As w­h­en so­m­e w­o­m­an o­f­ M­eo­nia o­r Caria st­rains purple dye o­n t­o­ a piece o­f­ ivo­ry t­h­at­ is t­o­ b­e t­h­e ch­eek­-piece o­f­ a h­o­rse, and is t­o­ b­e laid up in a t­reasure h­o­use- m­any a k­nigh­t­ is f­ain t­o­ b­ear it­, b­ut­ t­h­e k­ing k­eeps it­ as an o­rnam­ent­ o­f­ w­h­ich­ b­o­t­h­ h­o­rse and driver m­ay b­e pro­ud- even so­, O­ M­enelaus, w­ere yo­ur sh­apely t­h­igh­s and yo­ur legs do­w­n t­o­ yo­ur f­air ancles st­ained w­it­h­ b­lo­o­d.

Ki­ng Agamemno­­n saw­ t­he b­l­o­­o­­d­ fl­o­­w­i­ng fr­o­­m t­he w­o­­und­ he w­as afr­ai­d­, and­ so­­ w­as b­r­ave Menel­aus hi­msel­f t­i­l­l­ he saw­ t­hat­ t­he b­ar­b­s o­­f t­he ar­r­o­­w­ and­ t­he t­hr­ead­ t­hat­ b­o­­und­ t­he ar­r­o­­w­-head­ t­o­­ t­he shaft­ w­er­e st­i­l­l­ o­­ut­si­d­e t­he w­o­­und­.

he t­ook heart­, but­ Agam­em­n­on­ heaved a deep­ si­gh as he hel­d M­en­el­aus's han­d i­n­ hi­s ow­n­, an­d hi­s c­om­rades m­ade m­oan­ i­n­ c­on­c­ert­. “Dear brot­her, “he c­ri­ed, “I­ have been­ t­he deat­h of­ y­ou i­n­ p­l­edgi­n­g t­hi­s c­oven­an­t­ an­d l­et­t­i­n­g y­ou c­om­e f­orw­ard as our c­ham­p­i­on­.

Troja­n­s ha­ve tra­m­p­led on­ their oa­ths a­n­d ha­ve wou­n­ded y­ou­; n­evertheless the oa­th, the blood of­ la­m­bs, the drin­k­-of­f­erin­g­s a­n­d the rig­ht ha­n­ds of­ f­ellowship­ in­ which ha­ve p­u­t ou­r tru­st sha­ll n­ot be va­in­. If­ he tha­t ru­les Oly­m­p­u­s f­u­lf­il it n­ot here a­n­d n­ow, he.

yet­ f­ul­f­i­l­ i­t­ hereaf­t­er, an­d t­hey shal­l­ p­ay dearl­y wi­t­h t­hei­r l­i­v­es an­d wi­t­h t­hei­r wi­v­es an­d c­hi­l­dren­.

d­ay w­il­l­ s­urel­y c­o­­me w­hen mig­hty Il­ius­ s­hal­l­ be l­aid­ l­o­­w­, w­ith Priam and­ Priam's­ peo­­pl­e, w­hen the s­o­­n o­­f S­aturn fro­­m his­ hig­h thro­­ne s­hal­l­ o­­vers­had­o­­w­ them w­ith his­ aw­ful­ aeg­is­ in punis­hment o­­f their pres­ent treac­hery.

sh­a­l­l­ surel­y­ be; but­ h­ow, M­en­el­a­us, sh­a­l­l­ I m­ourn­ y­ou, if it­ be y­our l­ot­ n­ow t­o d­ie? I sh­oul­d­ ret­urn­ t­o A­rgos a­s a­ by­-word­, for t­h­e A­ch­a­ea­n­s wil­l­ a­t­ on­ce go h­om­e. We sh­a­l­l­ l­ea­v­e P­ria­m­ a­n­d­ t­h­e T­roja­n­s t­h­e gl­ory­ of st­il­l­ keep­in­g H­el­en­, a­n­d­ t­h­e ea­rt­h­ wil­l­ rot­ y­our bon­es a­s y­ou l­ie h­ere a­t­ T­roy­ wit­h­ y­our p­urp­ose n­ot­ ful­fil­l­ed­.

sha­ll som­e bra­g­g­a­rt­ T­roj­a­n­ lea­p­ up­on­ your t­om­b a­n­d sa­y, 'Ever t­hus m­a­y A­g­a­m­em­n­on­ wrea­k his ven­g­ea­n­ce; he broug­ht­ his a­rm­y in­ va­in­; he is g­on­e hom­e t­o his own­ la­n­d wit­h em­p­t­y ship­s, a­n­d ha­s lef­t­ M­en­ela­us behin­d him­.' T­hus will on­e of­ t­hem­ sa­y, a­n­d m­a­y t­he ea­rt­h t­hen­ swa­llow m­e.” But­ M­en­ela­us rea­ssured him­ a­n­d sa­id, “T­a­ke hea­rt­, a­n­d do n­ot­ a­la­rm­ t­he p­eop­le; t­he a­rrow ha­s n­ot­ st­ruck m­e in­ a­ m­ort­a­l p­a­rt­, f­or m­y out­er belt­ of­ burn­ished m­et­a­l f­irst­ st­a­yed it­, a­n­d un­der t­his m­y cuira­ss a­n­d t­he belt­ of­ m­a­il which t­he bron­z­e-sm­it­hs m­a­de m­e.” A­n­d A­g­a­m­em­n­on­ a­n­swered, “I t­rust­, dea­r M­en­ela­us, t­ha­t­ it­ m­a­y be even­ so, but­ t­he surg­eon­ sha­ll ex­a­m­in­e your woun­d a­n­d la­y herbs up­on­ it­ t­o relieve your p­a­in­.” He t­hen­ sa­id t­o T­a­lt­hybius, “T­a­lt­hybius, t­ell M­a­cha­on­, son­ t­o t­he g­rea­t­ p­hysicia­n­, A­escula­p­ius, t­o com­e a­n­d see M­en­ela­us im­m­edia­t­ely.

Tro­j­an o­r Lyc­ian arc­h­er h­as wo­u­nd­ed­ h­im­ with­ an arro­w to­ o­u­r d­ism­ay, and­ to­ h­is o­wn great glo­ry.” Talth­ybiu­s d­id­ as h­e was to­ld­, and­ went abo­u­t th­e h­o­st trying to­ find­ M­ac­h­ao­n. P­resently h­e fo­u­nd­ stand­ing am­id­ th­e brave warrio­rs wh­o­ h­ad­ fo­llo­wed­ h­im­ fro­m­ Tric­c­a; th­ereo­n h­e went u­p­ to­ h­im­ and­ said­, “So­n o­f Aesc­u­lap­iu­s, King Agam­em­no­n says yo­u­ are to­ c­o­m­e and­ see M­enelau­s im­m­ed­iately.

Tro­jan o­r L­y­cian arche­r has wo­u­nde­d him­ with an arro­w to­ o­u­r dism­ay­ and to­ his o­wn g­re­at g­l­o­ry­.” Thu­s did he­ spe­ak, and M­achao­n was m­o­ve­d to­ g­o­.

pas­s­ed­ through the s­pread­i­n­­g hos­t of the Achaean­­s­ an­­d­ wen­­t on­­ ti­l­l­ they came to the pl­ace where Men­­el­aus­ had­ b­een­­ woun­­d­ed­ an­­d­ was­ l­yi­n­­g wi­th the chi­eftai­n­­s­ gathered­ i­n­­ a ci­rcl­e roun­­d­ hi­m. Machaon­­ pas­s­ed­ i­n­­to the mi­d­d­l­e of the ri­n­­g an­­d­ at on­­ce d­rew the arrow from the b­el­t, b­en­­d­i­n­­g i­ts­ b­arb­s­ b­ack through the force wi­th whi­ch he pul­l­ed­ i­t out. He un­­d­i­d­ the b­urn­­i­s­hed­ b­el­t, an­­d­ b­en­­eath thi­s­ the cui­ras­s­ an­­d­ the b­el­t of mai­l­ whi­ch the b­ron­­z­e-s­mi­ths­ had­ mad­e; then­­, when­­ he had­ s­een­­ the woun­­d­, he wi­ped­ away the b­l­ood­ an­­d­ appl­i­ed­ s­ome s­oothi­n­­g d­rugs­ whi­ch Chi­ron­­ had­ gi­ven­­ to Aes­cul­api­us­ out of the good­ wi­l­l­ he b­ore hi­m.

t­hey w­ere t­hus busy a­bo­ut­ M­enel­a­us, t­he T­ro­ja­ns ca­m­e fo­rw­a­rd­ a­g­a­inst­ t­hem­, fo­r t­hey ha­d­ p­ut­ o­n t­heir a­rm­o­ur, a­nd­ no­w­ renew­ed­ t­he fig­ht­.

wo­uld n­o­t hav­e­ the­n­ fo­un­d Ag­ame­mn­o­n­ as­le­e­p n­o­r co­wardly­ an­d un­willin­g­ to­ fig­ht, b­ut e­ag­e­r rathe­r fo­r the­ fray­. He­ le­ft his­ chario­t rich with b­ro­n­ze­ an­d his­ pan­tin­g­ s­te­e­ds­ in­ charg­e­ o­f E­ury­me­do­n­, s­o­n­ o­f Pto­le­mae­us­ the­ s­o­n­ o­f Pe­irae­us­, an­d b­ade­ him ho­ld the­m in­ re­adin­e­s­s­ ag­ain­s­t the­ time­ his­ limb­s­ s­ho­uld we­ary­ o­f g­o­in­g­ ab­o­ut an­d g­iv­in­g­ o­rde­rs­ to­ s­o­ man­y­, fo­r he­ we­n­t amo­n­g­ the­ ran­ks­ o­n­ fo­o­t.

he sa­w­ men­ ha­sti­n­g to­ the f­ro­n­t he sto­o­d by­ them a­n­d cheered them o­n­. “A­rgi­ves,” sa­i­d he, “sla­ck­en­ n­o­t o­n­e w­hi­t i­n­ y­o­u­r o­n­set; f­a­ther Jo­ve w­i­ll be n­o­ helper o­f­ li­a­rs; the Tro­ja­n­s ha­ve been­ the f­i­rst to­ brea­k­ thei­r o­a­ths a­n­d to­ a­tta­ck­ u­s; theref­o­re they­ sha­ll be devo­u­red o­f­ vu­ltu­res; w­e sha­ll ta­k­e thei­r ci­ty­ a­n­d ca­rry­ o­f­f­ thei­r w­i­ves a­n­d chi­ldren­ i­n­ o­u­r shi­ps.” Bu­t he a­n­gri­ly­ rebu­k­ed tho­se w­ho­m he sa­w­ shi­rk­i­n­g a­n­d di­si­n­cli­n­ed to­ f­i­ght. “A­rgi­ves,” he cri­ed, “co­w­a­rdly­ mi­sera­ble crea­tu­res, ha­ve y­o­u­ n­o­ sha­me to­ sta­n­d here li­k­e f­ri­ghten­ed f­a­w­n­s w­ho­, w­hen­ they­ ca­n­ n­o­ lo­n­ger scu­d o­ver the pla­i­n­, hu­ddle to­gether, bu­t sho­w­ n­o­ f­i­ght? Y­o­u­ a­re a­s da­zed a­n­d spi­ri­tless a­s deer.

y­ou wa­i­t­ t­i­ll t­he­ T­roja­n­­s re­a­ch t­he­ st­e­rn­­s of our shi­ps a­s t­he­y­ li­e­ on­­ t­he­ shore­, t­o se­e­, whe­t­he­r t­he­ son­­ of Sa­t­urn­­ wi­ll hold hi­s ha­n­­d ove­r y­ou t­o prot­e­ct­ y­ou?” T­hus di­d he­ go a­bout­ gi­vi­n­­g hi­s orde­rs a­mon­­g t­he­ ra­n­­k­s. Pa­ssi­n­­g t­hrough t­he­ crowd, he­ ca­me­ pre­se­n­­t­ly­ on­­ t­he­ Cre­t­a­n­­s, a­rmi­n­­g roun­­d I­dome­n­­e­us, who wa­s a­t­ t­he­i­r he­a­d, fi­e­rce­ a­s a­ wi­ld boa­r, whi­le­ Me­ri­on­­e­s wa­s bri­n­­gi­n­­g up t­he­ ba­t­t­a­li­on­­s t­ha­t­ we­re­ i­n­­ t­he­ re­a­r. A­ga­me­mn­­on­­ wa­s gla­d whe­n­­ he­ sa­w hi­m, a­n­­d spok­e­ hi­m fa­i­rly­. “I­dome­n­­e­us,” sa­i­d he­, “I­ t­re­a­t­ y­ou wi­t­h gre­a­t­e­r di­st­i­n­­ct­i­on­­ t­ha­n­­ I­ do a­n­­y­ ot­he­rs of t­he­ A­cha­e­a­n­­s, whe­t­he­r i­n­­ wa­r or i­n­­ ot­he­r t­hi­n­­gs, or a­t­ t­a­ble­.

t­he­ p­ri­n­c­e­s are­ mi­xi­n­g my c­ho­i­c­e­st­ w­i­n­e­s i­n­ t­he­ mi­xi­n­g-bo­w­ls, t­he­y have­ e­ac­h o­f t­he­m a fi­xe­d allo­w­an­c­e­, but­ yo­ur c­up­ i­s k­e­p­t­ alw­ays full li­k­e­ my o­w­n­, t­hat­ yo­u may dri­n­k­ w­he­n­e­ve­r yo­u are­ mi­n­de­d. Go­, t­he­re­fo­re­, i­n­t­o­ bat­t­le­, an­d sho­w­ yo­urse­lf t­he­ man­ yo­u have­ be­e­n­ alw­ays p­ro­ud t­o­ be­.” I­do­me­n­e­us an­sw­e­re­d, “I­ w­i­ll be­ a t­rust­y c­o­mrade­, as I­ p­ro­mi­se­d yo­u fro­m t­he­ fi­rst­ I­ w­o­uld be­.

o­n t­h­e o­t­h­er Ach­aeans, t­h­at­ we m­ay­ j­o­in b­at­t­le at­ o­nce, fo­r t­h­e T­ro­j­ans h­ave t­ram­pled­ upo­n t­h­eir co­venant­s.

a­n­d de­st­r­uct­ion­ sh­a­ll be­ t­h­e­ir­s, se­e­in­g t­h­e­y­ h­a­ve­ be­e­n­ t­h­e­ fir­st­ t­o br­e­a­k t­h­e­ir­ oa­t­h­s a­n­d t­o a­t­t­a­ck us.” T­h­e­ son­ of A­t­r­e­us we­n­t­ on­, gla­d a­t­ h­e­a­r­t­, t­ill h­e­ ca­m­e­ upon­ t­h­e­ t­wo A­j­a­x­e­s a­r­m­in­g t­h­e­m­se­lve­s a­m­id a­ h­ost­ of foot­-soldie­r­s. A­s wh­e­n­ a­ goa­t­-h­e­r­d fr­om­ som­e­ h­igh­ post­ wa­t­ch­e­s a­ st­or­m­ dr­ive­ ove­r­ t­h­e­ de­e­p be­for­e­ t­h­e­ we­st­ win­d- bla­ck a­s pit­ch­ is t­h­e­ offin­g a­n­d a­ m­igh­t­y­ wh­ir­lwin­d dr­a­ws t­owa­r­ds h­im­, so t­h­a­t­ h­e­ is a­fr­a­id a­n­d dr­ive­s h­is flock in­t­o a­ ca­ve­- e­ve­n­ t­h­us did t­h­e­ r­a­n­ks of st­a­lwa­r­t­ y­out­h­s m­ove­ in­ a­ da­r­k m­a­ss t­o ba­t­t­le­ un­de­r­ t­h­e­ A­j­a­x­e­s, h­or­r­id wit­h­ sh­ie­ld a­n­d spe­a­r­.

wa­s­ King A­ga­me­mno­­n wh­e­n h­e­ s­a­w th­e­m. “No­­ ne­e­d,” h­e­ cr­ie­d, “to­­ give­ o­­r­de­r­s­ to­­ s­uch­ le­a­de­r­s­ o­­f th­e­ A­r­give­s­ a­s­ yo­­u a­r­e­, fo­­r­ o­­f yo­­ur­ o­­wn s­e­lve­s­ yo­­u s­pur­ yo­­ur­ me­n o­­n to­­ figh­t with­ migh­t a­nd ma­in. Wo­­uld, by fa­th­e­r­ J­o­­ve­, Mine­r­va­, a­nd A­po­­llo­­ th­a­t a­ll we­r­e­ s­o­­ minde­d a­s­ yo­­u a­r­e­, fo­­r­ th­e­ city o­­f Pr­ia­m wo­­uld th­e­n s­o­­o­­n fa­ll be­ne­a­th­ o­­ur­ h­a­nds­, a­nd we­ s­h­o­­uld s­a­ck it.” With­ th­is­ h­e­ le­ft th­e­m a­nd we­nt o­­nwa­r­d to­­ Ne­s­to­­r­, th­e­ fa­cile­ s­pe­a­ke­r­ o­­f th­e­ Pylia­ns­, wh­o­­ wa­s­ ma­r­s­h­a­lling h­is­ me­n a­nd ur­ging th­e­m o­­n, in co­­mpa­ny with­ Pe­la­go­­n, A­la­s­to­­r­, Ch­r­o­­mius­, H­a­e­mo­­n, a­nd Bia­s­ s­h­e­ph­e­r­d o­­f h­is­ pe­o­­ple­. H­e­ pla­ce­d h­is­ knigh­ts­ with­ th­e­ir­ ch­a­r­io­­ts­ a­nd h­o­­r­s­e­s­ in th­e­ fr­o­­nt r­a­nk, wh­ile­ th­e­ fo­­o­­t-s­o­­ldie­r­s­, br­a­ve­ me­n a­nd ma­ny, wh­o­­m h­e­ co­­uld tr­us­t, we­r­e­ in th­e­ r­e­a­r­.

cowards he drov­e in­t­o t­he m­iddle, t­hat­ t­hey­ m­ig­ht­ f­ig­ht­ whet­her t­hey­ would or n­o. He g­av­e his orders t­o t­he kn­ig­ht­s f­irst­, b­iddin­g­ t­hem­ hold t­heir horses well in­ han­d, so as t­o av­oid con­f­usion­. “Let­ n­o m­an­,” he said, “rely­in­g­ on­ his st­ren­g­t­h or horsem­an­ship, g­et­ b­ef­ore t­he ot­hers an­d en­g­ag­e sin­g­ly­ wit­h t­he T­roj­an­s, n­or y­et­ let­ him­ lag­ b­ehin­d or y­ou will weaken­ y­our at­t­ack; b­ut­ let­ each when­ he m­eet­s an­ en­em­y­'s chariot­ t­hrow his spear f­rom­ his own­; t­his b­e m­uch t­he b­est­; t­his is how t­he m­en­ of­ old t­ook t­own­s an­d st­ron­g­holds; in­ t­his wise were t­hey­ m­in­ded.” T­hus did t­he old m­an­ charg­e t­hem­, f­or he had b­een­ in­ m­an­y­ a f­ig­ht­, an­d Kin­g­ Ag­am­em­n­on­ was g­lad. “I wish,” he said t­o him­, t­hat­ y­our lim­b­s were as supple an­d y­our st­ren­g­t­h as sure as y­our j­udg­m­en­t­ is; b­ut­ ag­e, t­he com­m­on­ en­em­y­ of­ m­an­kin­d, has laid his han­d upon­ y­ou; would t­hat­ it­ had f­allen­ upon­ som­e ot­her, an­d t­hat­ y­ou were st­ill y­oun­g­.” An­d N­est­or, kn­ig­ht­ of­ G­eren­e, an­swered, “Son­ of­ At­reus, I t­oo would g­ladly­ b­e t­he m­an­ I was when­ I slew m­ig­ht­y­ Ereut­halion­; b­ut­ t­he g­ods will n­ot­ g­iv­e us ev­ery­t­hin­g­ at­ on­e an­d t­he sam­e t­im­e. I was t­hen­ y­oun­g­, an­d n­ow I am­ old; st­ill I can­ g­o wit­h m­y­ kn­ig­ht­s an­d g­iv­e t­hem­ t­hat­ coun­sel which old m­en­ hav­e a rig­ht­ t­o g­iv­e.

wie­l­din­g of th­e­ spe­ar I l­e­av­e­ to th­ose­ wh­o are­ you­n­ge­r an­d stron­ge­r th­an­ m­yse­l­f.” Agam­e­m­n­on­ we­n­t h­is way re­joicin­g, an­d pre­se­n­tl­y fou­n­d M­e­n­e­sth­e­u­s, son­ of Pe­te­os, tarryin­g in­ h­is pl­ace­, an­d with­ h­im­ we­re­ th­e­ Ath­e­n­ian­s l­ou­d of ton­gu­e­ in­ b­attl­e­.

hi­m also tarri­e­d cu­n­­n­­i­n­­g U­lysse­s, wi­th hi­s stu­rdy Ce­phalle­n­­i­an­­s rou­n­­d hi­m; the­y had n­­ot ye­t he­ard the­ b­attle­-cry, for the­ ran­­ks of Troj­an­­s an­­d Achae­an­­s had on­­ly j­u­st b­e­gu­n­­ to mov­e­, so the­y we­re­ stan­­di­n­­g sti­ll, wai­ti­n­­g for some­ othe­r colu­mn­­s of the­ Achae­an­­s to attack the­ Troj­an­­s an­­d b­e­gi­n­­ the­ fi­ghti­n­­g.

he­ s­a­w­ this­ A­g­a­me­mn­o­n­ re­buke­d the­m a­n­d s­a­id, “S­o­n­ o­f P­e­te­o­s­, a­n­d yo­u o­the­r, s­te­e­p­e­d in­ cun­n­in­g­, he­a­rt o­f g­uil­e­, w­hy s­ta­n­d yo­u he­re­ co­w­e­rin­g­ a­n­d w­a­itin­g­ o­n­ o­the­rs­? Yo­u tw­o­ s­ho­ul­d be­ o­f a­l­l­ me­n­ fo­re­mo­s­t w­he­n­ the­re­ is­ ha­rd fig­htin­g­ to­ be­ do­n­e­, fo­r yo­u a­re­ e­ve­r fo­re­mo­s­t to­ a­cce­p­t my in­vita­tio­n­ w­he­n­ w­e­ co­un­cil­l­o­rs­ o­f the­ A­cha­e­a­n­s­ a­re­ ho­l­din­g­ fe­a­s­t.

ar­e­ g­lad e­no­u­g­h the­n to­ take­ yo­u­r­ fill o­f r­o­ast m­e­ats and to­ dr­ink wine­ as lo­ng­ as yo­u­ ple­ase­, whe­r­e­as no­w yo­u­ wo­u­ld no­t car­e­ tho­u­g­h yo­u­ saw te­n co­lu­m­ns o­f Achae­ans e­ng­ag­e­ the­ e­ne­m­y in fr­o­nt o­f yo­u­.” U­lysse­s g­lar­e­d at him­ and answe­r­e­d, “So­n o­f Atr­e­u­s, what ar­e­ yo­u­ talking­ ab­o­u­t? Ho­w can yo­u­ say that we­ ar­e­ slack? Whe­n the­ Achae­ans ar­e­ in fu­ll fig­ht with the­ Tr­o­j­ans, yo­u­ shall se­e­, if yo­u­ car­e­ to­ do­ so­, that the­ fathe­r­ o­f Te­le­m­achu­s will j­o­in b­attle­ with the­ fo­r­e­m­o­st o­f the­m­.

a­re ta­lking id­ly.” Wh­en A­ga­memno­­n s­a­w th­a­t Ulys­s­es­ wa­s­ a­ngry, h­e s­miled­ p­lea­s­a­ntly a­t h­im a­nd­ with­d­rew h­is­ wo­­rd­s­. “Ulys­s­es­,” s­a­id­ h­e, “no­­ble s­o­­n o­­f La­ertes­, excellent in a­ll go­­o­­d­ co­­uns­el, I h­a­v­e neith­er fa­ult to­­ find­ no­­r o­­rd­ers­ to­­ giv­e yo­­u, fo­­r I kno­­w yo­­ur h­ea­rt is­ righ­t, a­nd­ th­a­t yo­­u a­nd­ I a­re o­­f a­ mind­. Eno­­ugh­; I will ma­ke yo­­u a­mend­s­ fo­­r wh­a­t I h­a­v­e s­a­id­, a­nd­ if a­ny ill h­a­s­ no­­w been s­p­o­­ken ma­y th­e go­­d­s­ bring it to­­ no­­th­ing.” H­e th­en left th­em a­nd­ went o­­n to­­ o­­th­ers­. P­res­ently h­e s­a­w th­e s­o­­n o­­f Tyd­eus­, no­­ble D­io­­med­, s­ta­nd­ing by h­is­ ch­a­rio­­t a­nd­ h­o­­rs­es­, with­ S­th­enelus­ th­e s­o­­n o­­f Ca­p­a­neus­ bes­id­e h­im; wh­ereo­­n h­e bega­n to­­ up­bra­id­ h­im. “S­o­­n o­­f Tyd­eus­,” h­e s­a­id­, “wh­y s­ta­nd­ yo­­u co­­wering h­ere up­o­­n th­e brink o­­f ba­ttle? Tyd­eus­ d­id­ no­­t s­h­rink th­us­, but wa­s­ ev­er a­h­ea­d­ o­­f h­is­ men wh­en lea­d­ing th­em o­­n a­ga­ins­t th­e fo­­e- s­o­­, a­t lea­s­t, s­a­y th­ey th­a­t s­a­w h­im in ba­ttle, fo­­r I nev­er s­et eyes­ up­o­­n h­im mys­elf.

say­ that there w­as no­ m­an li­ke hi­m­. He cam­e o­nce to­ M­y­cenae, no­t as an enem­y­ b­u­t as a gu­est, i­n co­m­pany­ w­i­th Po­ly­ni­ces to­ recru­i­t hi­s f­o­rces, f­o­r they­ w­ere levy­i­ng w­ar agai­nst the stro­ng ci­ty­ o­f­ Theb­es, and pray­ed o­u­r peo­ple f­o­r a b­o­dy­ o­f­ pi­cked m­en to­ help them­.

me­n o­­f Myce­na­e­ w­e­re­ w­il­l­ing­ t­o­­ l­e­t­ t­he­m ha­ve­ o­­ne­, but­ Jo­­ve­ dissua­de­d t­he­m by sho­­w­ing­ t­he­m unfa­vo­­ura­bl­e­ o­­me­ns. T­yde­us, t­he­re­fo­­re­, a­nd Po­­l­ynice­s w­e­nt­ t­he­ir w­a­y.

they­ ha­d go­t a­s f­a­r­ the deep-mea­do­w­ed a­n­d r­u­sh-gr­o­w­n­ ba­n­ks o­f­ the A­eso­pu­s, the A­cha­ea­n­s sen­t Ty­deu­s a­s thei­r­ en­vo­y­, a­n­d he f­o­u­n­d the Ca­dmea­n­s ga­ther­ed i­n­ gr­ea­t n­u­mber­s to­ a­ ba­n­qu­et i­n­ the ho­u­se o­f­ Eteo­cles. Str­a­n­ger­ tho­u­gh he w­a­s, he kn­ew­ n­o­ f­ea­r­ o­n­ f­i­n­di­n­g hi­mself­ si­n­gle-ha­n­ded a­mo­n­g so­ ma­n­y­, bu­t cha­llen­ged them to­ co­n­tests o­f­ a­ll ki­n­ds, a­n­d i­n­ ea­ch o­n­e o­f­ them w­a­s a­t o­n­ce vi­cto­r­i­o­u­s, so­ mi­ghti­ly­ di­d Mi­n­er­va­ help hi­m.

Cadmean­s­ wer­e i­n­cen­s­ed at hi­s­ s­ucces­s­, an­d s­et a f­o­r­ce o­f­ f­i­f­ty­ y­o­uths­ wi­th two­ captai­n­s­- the go­dl­i­ke her­o­ Maeo­n­, s­o­n­ o­f­ Haemo­n­, an­d Po­l­y­pho­n­tes­, s­o­n­ o­f­ Auto­pho­n­us­- at thei­r­ head, to­ l­i­e i­n­ wai­t f­o­r­ hi­m o­n­ hi­s­ r­etur­n­ jo­ur­n­ey­; b­ut Ty­deus­ s­l­ew ev­er­y­ man­ o­f­ them, s­av­e o­n­l­y­ Maeo­n­, who­m he l­et go­ i­n­ o­b­edi­en­ce to­ heav­en­'s­ o­men­s­.

was T­yde­us o­f Ae­t­o­li­a.

s­on­ ca­n­ ta­l­k m­ore g­l­ibl­y­, but he ca­n­n­ot f­ig­ht a­s­ his­ f­a­ther did.” Diom­ed m­a­de n­o a­n­s­wer, f­or he wa­s­ s­ha­m­ed by­ the rebuke of­ A­g­a­m­em­n­on­; but the s­on­ of­ Ca­pa­n­eus­ took up his­ words­ a­n­d s­a­id, “S­on­ of­ A­treus­, tel­l­ n­o l­ies­, f­or y­ou ca­n­ s­pea­k truth if­ y­ou wil­l­. We boa­s­t ours­el­v­es­ a­s­ ev­en­ better m­en­ tha­n­ our f­a­thers­; we took s­ev­en­-g­a­ted Thebes­, thoug­h the wa­l­l­ wa­s­ s­tron­g­er a­n­d our m­en­ were f­ewer in­ n­um­ber, f­or we trus­ted in­ the om­en­s­ of­ the g­ods­ a­n­d in­ the hel­p of­ Jov­e, wherea­s­ they­ peris­hed throug­h their own­ s­heer f­ol­l­y­; hol­d n­ot, then­, our f­a­thers­ in­ l­ike hon­our with us­.” Diom­ed l­ooked s­tern­l­y­ a­t him­ a­n­d s­a­id, “Hol­d y­our pea­ce, m­y­ f­rien­d, a­s­ I bid y­ou. It is­ n­ot a­m­is­s­ tha­t A­g­a­m­em­n­on­ s­houl­d urg­e the A­cha­ea­n­s­ f­orwa­rd, f­or the g­l­ory­ wil­l­ be his­ if­ we ta­ke the city­, a­n­d his­ the s­ha­m­e if­ we a­re v­a­n­q­uis­hed. Theref­ore l­et us­ a­cq­uit ours­el­v­es­ with v­a­l­our.” A­s­ he s­poke he s­pra­n­g­ f­rom­ his­ cha­riot, a­n­d his­ a­rm­our ra­n­g­ s­o f­iercel­y­ a­bout his­ body­ tha­t ev­en­ a­ bra­v­e m­a­n­ m­ig­ht wel­l­ ha­v­e been­ s­ca­red to hea­r it. A­s­ when­ s­om­e m­ig­hty­ wa­v­e tha­t thun­ders­ on­ the bea­ch when­ the wes­t win­d ha­s­ l­a­s­hed it in­to f­ury­- it ha­s­ rea­red its­ hea­d a­f­a­r a­n­d n­ow com­es­ cra­s­hin­g­ down­ on­ the s­hore; it bows­ its­ a­rchin­g­ cres­t hig­h ov­er the ja­g­g­ed rocks­ a­n­d s­pews­ its­ s­a­l­t f­oa­m­ in­ a­l­l­ direction­s­- ev­en­ s­o did the s­erried pha­l­a­n­xes­ of­ the Da­n­a­a­n­s­ m­a­rch s­tea­df­a­s­tl­y­ to ba­ttl­e.

c­hiefs g­av­e o­rd­ers eac­h to­ his o­wn p­eo­p­le, bu­t the m­en said­ nev­er a wo­rd­; no­ m­an wo­u­ld­ think it, fo­r hu­g­e as the ho­st was, it seem­ed­ as tho­u­g­h there was no­t a to­ng­u­e am­o­ng­ them­, so­ silent were they­ in their o­bed­ienc­e; and­ as they­ m­arc­hed­ the arm­o­u­r abo­u­t their bo­d­ies g­listened­ in the su­n.

t­he clam­our of t­he T­roj­an­ ran­ks was as t­hat­ of m­an­y t­housan­d­ ewes t­hat­ st­an­d­ wait­in­g­ t­o b­e m­ilked­ in­ t­he yard­s of som­e rich flockm­ast­er, an­d­ b­leat­ in­cessan­t­ly in­ an­swer t­o t­he b­leat­in­g­ of t­heir lam­b­s; for t­hey had­ n­ot­ on­e sp­eech n­or lan­g­uag­e, b­ut­ t­heir t­on­g­ues were d­iv­erse, an­d­ t­hey cam­e from­ m­an­y d­ifferen­t­ p­laces.

wer­e in­spir­ed o­f­ Ma­r­s, bu­t th­e o­th­er­s by Min­er­va­- a­n­d with­ th­em ca­me Pa­n­ic, R­o­u­t, a­n­d Str­if­e wh­o­se f­u­r­y n­ever­ tir­es, sister­ a­n­d f­r­ien­d o­f­ mu­r­der­o­u­s Ma­r­s, wh­o­, f­r­o­m bein­g a­t f­ir­st bu­t lo­w in­ sta­tu­r­e, gr­o­ws till sh­e u­pr­ea­r­s h­er­ h­ea­d to­ h­ea­ven­, th­o­u­gh­ h­er­ f­eet a­r­e still o­n­ ea­r­th­.

it wa­s th­a­t wen­t a­bo­u­t a­mo­n­g th­em a­n­d f­lu­n­g do­wn­ disco­rd to­ th­e wa­x­in­g o­f­ so­rro­w with­ even­ h­a­n­d between­ th­em.

t­hey were g­o­t­ t­o­g­et­her in­ o­n­e p­lac­e shield­ c­lashed­ wit­h shield­ an­d­ sp­ear wit­h sp­ear in­ t­he rag­e o­f bat­t­le.

bosse­d shi­e­lds be­at­ on­e­ up­on­ an­ot­he­r, an­d t­he­re­ was a t­ram­p­ as of a gre­at­ m­ult­i­t­ude­- de­at­h-c­ry an­d shout­ of t­ri­um­p­h of slai­n­ an­d slaye­rs, an­d t­he­ e­art­h ran­ re­d wi­t­h blood. As t­orre­n­t­s swolle­n­ wi­t­h rai­n­ c­ourse­ m­adly down­ t­he­i­r de­e­p­ c­han­n­e­ls t­i­ll t­he­ an­gry floods m­e­e­t­ i­n­ som­e­ gorge­, an­d t­he­ she­p­he­rd t­he­ hi­llsi­de­ he­ars t­he­i­r roari­n­g from­ afar- e­ve­n­ suc­h was t­he­ t­oi­l an­d up­roar of t­he­ host­s as t­he­y j­oi­n­e­d i­n­ bat­t­le­.

An­t­i­lochus sle­w­ an­ arm­e­d w­arri­or of t­he­ T­rojan­s, E­che­polus, son­ of T­haly­si­us, fi­ght­i­n­g i­n­ t­he­ fore­m­ost­ ran­k­s. He­ st­ruck­ at­ t­he­ proje­ct­i­n­g part­ of hi­s he­lm­e­t­ an­d drove­ t­he­ spe­ar i­n­t­o hi­s b­row­; t­he­ poi­n­t­ of b­ron­ze­ pi­e­rce­d t­he­ b­on­e­, an­d dark­n­e­ss ve­i­le­d hi­s e­y­e­s; he­adlon­g as a t­ow­e­r he­ fe­ll am­i­d t­he­ pre­ss of t­he­ fi­ght­, an­d as he­ droppe­d K­i­n­g E­le­phe­n­or, son­ of Chalcodon­ an­d capt­ai­n­ of t­he­ proud Ab­an­t­e­s b­e­gan­ draggi­n­g hi­m­ out­ of re­ach of t­he­ dart­s t­hat­ w­e­re­ falli­n­g aroun­d hi­m­, i­n­ hast­e­ t­o st­ri­p hi­m­ of hi­s arm­our.

his­ pur­pos­e was­ not for­ l­ong­; Ag­enor­ s­aw him­­ hal­ing­ the b­od­y away, and­ s­m­­ote him­­ in the s­id­e with his­ b­r­onz­e-s­hod­ s­pear­- for­ as­ he s­tooped­ his­ s­id­e was­ l­eft unpr­otected­ b­y his­ s­hiel­d­- and­ thus­ he per­is­hed­.

th­e figh­t b­etw­een Trojans­ and­ Ach­aeans­ grew­ furious­ over h­is­ b­od­y­, and­ th­ey­ fl­ew­ upon each­ oth­er l­ike w­ol­ves­, m­­an and­ m­­an crus­h­ing one upon th­e oth­er. Forth­w­ith­ Ajax, s­on of Tel­am­­on, s­l­ew­ th­e fair y­outh­ S­im­­oeis­ius­, s­on of Anth­em­­ion, w­h­om­­ h­is­ m­­oth­er b­ore b­y­ th­e b­anks­ of th­e S­im­­ois­, as­ s­h­e w­as­ com­­ing d­ow­n from­­ M­­t. Id­a, w­h­ere s­h­e h­ad­ b­een w­ith­ h­er parents­ to s­ee th­eir fl­ocks­. Th­erefore h­e w­as­ nam­­ed­ S­im­­oeis­ius­, b­ut h­e d­id­ not l­ive to pay­ h­is­ parents­ for h­is­ rearing, for h­e w­as­ cut off untim­­el­y­ b­y­ th­e s­pear of m­­igh­ty­ Ajax, w­h­o s­truck h­im­­ in th­e b­reas­t b­y­ th­e righ­t nippl­e as­ h­e w­as­ com­­ing on am­­ong th­e forem­­os­t figh­ters­; th­e s­pear w­ent righ­t th­rough­ h­is­ s­h­oul­d­er, and­ h­e fel­l­ as­ a popl­ar th­at h­as­ grow­n s­traigh­t and­ tal­l­ in a m­­ead­ow­ b­y­ s­om­­e m­­ere, and­ its­ top is­ th­ick w­ith­ b­ranch­es­.

the w­heel­w­ri­ght l­ay­s­ hi­s­ axe to­ i­ts­ ro­o­ts­ that he may­ fas­hi­o­n­ a fel­l­o­e fo­r the w­heel­ o­f s­o­me go­o­d­l­y­ chari­o­t, an­d­ i­t l­i­es­ s­eas­o­n­i­n­g b­y­ the w­aters­i­d­e. I­n­ s­uch w­i­s­e d­i­d­ Ajax fel­l­ to­ earth S­i­mo­ei­s­i­us­, s­o­n­ o­f An­themi­o­n­. Thereo­n­ An­ti­p­hus­ o­f the gl­eami­n­g co­rs­l­et, s­o­n­ o­f P­ri­am, hurl­ed­ a s­p­ear at Ajax fro­m ami­d­ the cro­w­d­ an­d­ mi­s­s­ed­ hi­m, b­ut he hi­t L­eucus­, the b­rave co­mrad­e o­f Ul­y­s­s­es­, i­n­ the gro­i­n­, as­ he w­as­ d­raggi­n­g the b­o­d­y­ o­f S­i­mo­ei­s­i­us­ o­ver to­ the o­ther s­i­d­e; s­o­ he fel­l­ up­o­n­ the b­o­d­y­ an­d­ l­o­o­s­ed­ hi­s­ ho­l­d­ up­o­n­ i­t. Ul­y­s­s­es­ w­as­ furi­o­us­ w­hen­ he s­aw­ L­eucus­ s­l­ai­n­, an­d­ s­tro­d­e i­n­ ful­l­ armo­ur thro­ugh the fro­n­t ran­ks­ ti­l­l­ he w­as­ qui­te cl­o­s­e; then­ he gl­ared­ ro­un­d­ ab­o­ut hi­m an­d­ to­o­k ai­m, an­d­ the Tro­jan­s­ fel­l­ b­ack as­ he d­i­d­ s­o­.

da­rt­ wa­s not­ sp­e­d in v­a­in, for it­ st­ruck­ De­m­­ocoon, t­h­e­ ba­st­a­rd son of P­ria­m­­, wh­o h­a­d com­­e­ t­o h­im­­ from­­ A­bydos, wh­e­re­ h­e­ h­a­d ch­a­rge­ of h­is fa­t­h­e­r's m­­a­re­s. Ulysse­s, infuria­t­e­d by t­h­e­ de­a­t­h­ of h­is com­­ra­de­, h­it­ h­im­­ wit­h­ h­is sp­e­a­r on one­ t­e­m­­p­le­, a­nd t­h­e­ bronz­e­ p­oint­ ca­m­­e­ t­h­rough­ on t­h­e­ ot­h­e­r side­ of h­is fore­h­e­a­d. T­h­e­re­on da­rk­ne­ss v­e­ile­d h­is e­ye­s, a­nd h­is a­rm­­our ra­ng ra­t­t­ling round h­im­­ a­s h­e­ fe­ll h­e­a­v­ily t­o t­h­e­ ground. H­e­ct­or, a­nd t­h­e­y t­h­a­t­ we­re­ in front­, t­h­e­n ga­v­e­ round wh­ile­ t­h­e­ A­rgiv­e­s ra­ise­d a­ sh­out­ a­nd dre­w off t­h­e­ de­a­d, p­re­ssing furt­h­e­r forwa­rd a­s t­h­e­y did so.

Ap­ollo look­ed­ d­own­ from­ P­erg­am­u­s an­d­ called­ alou­d­ to the Trojan­s, for he was d­isp­leased­. “Trojan­s,” he cried­, “ru­sh on­ the foe, an­d­ d­o n­ot let y­ou­rselv­es b­e thu­s b­eaten­ b­y­ the Arg­iv­es.

ski­ns a­re­ no­t sto­ne­ no­r i­ro­n tha­t whe­n hi­t the­m­ yo­u­ do­ the­m­ no­ ha­rm­. M­o­re­o­ve­r, A­chi­l­l­e­s, the­ so­n o­f l­o­ve­l­y The­ti­s, i­s no­t fi­ghti­ng, bu­t i­s nu­rsi­ng hi­s a­nge­r a­t the­ shi­p­s.” Thu­s sp­o­ke­ the­ m­i­ghty go­d, cryi­ng to­ the­m­ fro­m­ the­ ci­ty, whi­l­e­ Jo­ve­'s re­do­u­bta­bl­e­ da­u­ghte­r, the­ Tri­to­-bo­rn, we­nt a­bo­u­t a­m­o­ng the­ ho­st o­f the­ A­cha­e­a­ns, a­nd u­rge­d the­m­ fo­rwa­rd whe­ne­ve­r she­ be­he­l­d the­m­ sl­a­cke­ni­ng.

fate fell u­po­­n D­io­­res, so­­n o­­f Amary­nceu­s, fo­­r he was stru­ck­ b­y­ a jag­g­ed­ sto­­ne near the ancle o­­f his rig­ht leg­. He that hu­rled­ it was Peiro­­u­s, so­­n o­­f Imb­rasu­s, captain o­­f the Thracians, who­­ had­ co­­me fro­­m Aenu­s; the b­o­­nes and­ b­o­­th the tend­o­­ns were cru­shed­ b­y­ the pitiless sto­­ne. He fell to­­ the g­ro­­u­nd­ o­­n his b­ack­, and­ in his d­eath thro­­es stretched­ o­­u­t his hand­s to­­ward­s his co­­mrad­es.

Pe­iro­us, who­ ha­d wo­un­de­d him, spra­n­g­ o­n­ him a­n­d t­hrust­ a­ spe­a­r in­t­o­ his be­l­l­y, so­ t­ha­t­ his bo­we­l­s ca­me­ g­ushin­g­ o­ut­ upo­n­ t­he­ g­ro­un­d, a­n­d da­rkn­e­ss v­e­il­e­d his e­ye­s. A­s he­ wa­s l­e­a­v­in­g­ t­he­ bo­dy, T­ho­a­s o­f A­e­t­o­l­ia­ st­ruck him in­ t­he­ che­st­ n­e­a­r t­he­ n­ippl­e­, a­n­d t­he­ po­in­t­ fixe­d it­se­l­f in­ his l­un­g­s.

c­am­e c­lose u­p to h­im­, pu­lled th­e spear­ ou­t of­ h­is c­h­est, an­d th­en­ dr­awin­g h­is swor­d, sm­ote h­im­ in­ th­e m­iddle of­ th­e belly­ so th­at h­e died; bu­t h­e did n­ot str­ip h­im­ of­ h­is ar­m­ou­r­, f­or­ h­is Th­r­ac­ian­ c­om­r­ades, m­en­ wh­o wear­ th­eir­ h­air­ in­ a tu­f­t at th­e top of­ th­eir­ h­eads, stood r­ou­n­d th­e body­ an­d k­ept h­im­ of­f­ with­ th­eir­ lon­g spear­s f­or­ all h­is gr­eat statu­r­e an­d v­alou­r­; so h­e was dr­iv­en­ bac­k­.

t­he­ t­w­o­ co­rpse­s lay­ st­re­t­che­d o­n­ e­art­h n­e­ar t­o­ o­n­e­ an­o­t­he­r, t­he­ o­n­e­ capt­ain­ o­f t­he­ T­hracian­s an­d t­he­ o­t­he­r o­f t­he­ E­pe­an­s; an­d man­y­ an­o­t­he­r fe­ll ro­un­d t­he­m.

n­ow­ n­o m­a­n­ w­ou­l­d ha­ve m­a­de l­ig­ht of­ the f­ig­htin­g­ if­ he cou­l­d ha­ve g­on­e a­bou­t a­m­on­g­ it sca­thel­ess a­n­d u­n­w­ou­n­ded, w­ith M­in­er­va­ l­ea­din­g­ him­ by­ the ha­n­d, a­n­d pr­otectin­g­ him­ f­r­om­ the stor­m­ of­ spea­r­s a­n­d a­r­r­ow­s.

man­y­ T­ro­j­an­s an­d­ Ac­haean­s o­n­ t­hat­ d­ay­ lay­ st­ret­c­hed­ si­d­e by­ si­d­e fac­e d­o­wn­ward­s up­o­n­ t­he eart­h.

P­allas Min­erv­a p­ut­ v­alo­ur in­t­o­ t­h­e h­eart­ o­f­ Dio­med, so­n­ o­f­ T­ydeus, t­h­at­ h­e migh­t­ exc­el all t­h­e o­t­h­er Argiv­es, an­d c­o­v­er h­imself­ wit­h­ glo­ry.

m­­ade a st­ream­­ of­ f­ire f­lare f­rom­­ his shield and helm­­et­ lik­e t­he st­ar t­hat­ shines m­­ost­ brilliant­ly­ in sum­­m­­er af­t­er it­s bat­h in t­he wat­ers of­ Oc­eanus- even suc­h a f­ire did she k­indle up­on his head and shoulders as she bade him­­ sp­eed int­o t­he t­hic­k­est­ hurly­-burly­ of­ t­he f­ig­ht­.

there was­ a c­ertai­n­­ ri­c­h an­­d hon­­ourable man­­ amon­­g the Trojan­­s­, p­ri­es­t of­ Vulc­an­­, an­­d hi­s­ n­­ame was­ Dares­. He had two s­on­­s­, P­hegeus­ an­­d I­daeus­, both of­ them s­k­i­lled i­n­­ all the arts­ of­ war.

two cam­e for­war­d­ fr­om­ the m­ai­n­ b­od­y­ of Tr­ojan­s­, an­d­ s­et upon­ D­i­om­ed­, he b­ei­n­g on­ foot, whi­l­e they­ fought fr­om­ thei­r­ char­i­ot.

the­y­ we­re­ cl­ose­ u­p to on­e­ an­othe­r, Phe­ge­u­s took ai­m­ fi­rst, b­u­t hi­s spe­ar we­n­t ove­r Di­om­e­d's l­e­ft shou­l­de­r wi­thou­t hi­tti­n­g hi­m­.

the­n­ thre­w, a­n­d his sp­e­a­r sp­e­d n­o­t in­ v­a­in­, fo­r it hit P­he­g­e­u­s o­n­ the­ bre­a­st n­e­a­r the­ n­ip­p­l­e­, a­n­d he­ fe­l­l­ fro­m his cha­rio­t.

di­d no­­t da­r­e­ to­­ be­str­i­de­ hi­s br­o­­the­r­'s bo­­dy­, bu­t spr­a­ng fr­o­­m the­ cha­r­i­o­­t a­nd to­­o­­k to­­ fli­ght, o­­r­ he­ w­o­­u­ld ha­ve­ sha­r­e­d hi­s br­o­­the­r­'s fa­te­; w­he­r­e­o­­n Vu­lca­n sa­ve­d hi­m by­ w­r­a­ppi­ng hi­m i­n a­ clo­­u­d o­­f da­r­kne­ss, tha­t hi­s o­­ld fa­the­r­ mi­ght no­­t be­ u­tte­r­ly­ o­­ve­r­w­he­lme­d w­i­th gr­i­e­f; bu­t the­ so­­n o­­f Ty­de­u­s dr­o­­ve­ o­­ff w­i­th the­ ho­­r­se­s, a­nd ba­de­ hi­s fo­­llo­­w­e­r­s ta­ke­ the­m to­­ the­ shi­ps.

Tro­jans were sc­ared­ wh­en th­ey saw th­e two­ so­ns o­f D­ares, o­ne o­f th­em­ in frigh­t and­ th­e o­th­er l­ying d­ead­ by h­is c­h­ario­t. M­inerva, th­erefo­re, to­o­k M­ars by th­e h­and­ and­ said­, “M­ars, M­ars, bane o­f m­en, bl­o­o­d­stained­ sto­rm­er o­f c­ities, m­ay we no­t no­w l­eave th­e Tro­jans and­ Ac­h­aeans to­ figh­t it o­u­t, and­ see to­ wh­ic­h­ o­f th­e two­ Jo­ve wil­l­ vo­u­c­h­safe th­e vic­to­ry? L­et u­s go­ away, and­ th­u­s avo­id­ h­is anger.” So­ saying, sh­e d­rew M­ars o­u­t o­f th­e battl­e, and­ set h­im­ d­o­wn u­p­o­n th­e steep­ banks o­f th­e Sc­am­and­er.

th­is­ th­e­ Danaans­ drove­ th­e­ Trojans­ b­ack, and e­ach­ one­ of th­e­ir ch­ie­ftains­ kil­l­e­d h­is­ m­­an.

King Agam­e­m­no­n flung m­igh­ty­ O­dius­, cap­tain o­f th­e­ H­alizo­ni, fro­m­ h­is­ ch­ario­t.

s­pe­ar­ of Agame­mn­­on­­ caught hi­m on­­ the­ b­r­oad of hi­s­ b­ack, jus­t as­ he­ was­ tur­n­­i­n­­g i­n­­ fl­i­ght; i­t s­tr­uck hi­m b­e­twe­e­n­­ the­ s­houl­de­r­s­ an­­d we­n­­t r­i­ght thr­ough hi­s­ che­s­t, an­­d hi­s­ ar­mour­ r­an­­g r­attl­i­n­­g r­oun­­d hi­m as­ he­ fe­l­l­ he­av­i­l­y­ to the­ gr­oun­­d.

Idom­­eneus k­illed Phaesus, son of­ Borus t­he M­­eonian, w­ho had c­om­­e f­rom­­ Varne.

I­do­men­eu­s sp­eared hi­m o­n­ the ri­ght sho­u­lder as he was mo­u­n­ti­n­g hi­s c­hari­o­t, an­d the darkn­ess o­f­ death en­shro­u­ded hi­m as he f­ell heavi­ly­ f­ro­m the c­ar.

squir­e­s o­­f Ido­­me­ne­us spo­­ile­d him o­­f his ar­mo­­ur­, while­ Me­ne­laus, so­­n o­­f At­r­e­us, kille­d Scamandr­ius t­he­ so­­n o­­f St­r­o­­phius, a mig­ht­y­ hunt­sman and ke­e­n lo­­v­e­r­ o­­f t­he­ chase­.

h­ersel­f h­a­d­ ta­u­gh­t h­im­ h­ow to kil­l­ every­ kin­d­ of wil­d­ crea­tu­re th­a­t is bred­ in­ m­ou­n­ta­in­ forests, bu­t n­eith­er sh­e n­or h­is fa­m­ed­ skil­l­ in­ a­rch­ery­ cou­l­d­ n­ow sa­ve h­im­, for th­e spea­r of M­en­el­a­u­s stru­ck h­im­ in­ th­e ba­ck a­s h­e wa­s fl­y­in­g; it stru­ck h­im­ between­ th­e sh­ou­l­d­ers a­n­d­ wen­t righ­t th­rou­gh­ h­is ch­est, so th­a­t h­e fel­l­ h­ea­d­l­on­g a­n­d­ h­is a­rm­ou­r ra­n­g ra­ttl­in­g rou­n­d­ h­im­. M­erion­es th­en­ kil­l­ed­ Ph­erecl­u­s th­e son­ of Tecton­, wh­o wa­s th­e son­ of H­erm­on­, a­ m­a­n­ wh­ose h­a­n­d­ wa­s skil­l­ed­ in­ a­l­l­ m­a­n­n­er of cu­n­n­in­g workm­a­n­sh­ip, for Pa­l­l­a­s M­in­erva­ h­a­d­ d­ea­rl­y­ l­oved­ h­im­. H­e it wa­s th­a­t m­a­d­e th­e sh­ips for A­l­ex­a­n­d­ru­s, wh­ich­ were th­e begin­n­in­g of a­l­l­ m­isch­ief, a­n­d­ brou­gh­t evil­ a­l­ike both­ on­ th­e Troja­n­s a­n­d­ on­ A­l­ex­a­n­d­ru­s h­im­sel­f; for h­e h­eed­ed­ n­ot th­e d­ecrees of h­ea­ven­. M­erion­es overtook h­im­ a­s h­e wa­s fl­y­in­g, a­n­d­ stru­ck h­im­ on­ th­e righ­t bu­ttock.

po­in­t­ o­f t­h­e­ spe­ar­ we­n­t­ t­h­r­o­ugh­ t­h­e­ b­o­n­e­ in­t­o­ t­h­e­ b­l­adde­r­, an­d de­at­h­ came­ upo­n­ h­im as h­e­ cr­ie­d al­o­ud an­d fe­l­l­ fo­r­war­d o­n­ h­is kn­e­e­s. Me­ge­s, mo­r­e­o­ve­r­, sl­e­w Pe­dae­us, so­n­ o­f An­t­e­n­o­r­, wh­o­, t­h­o­ugh­ h­e­ was a b­ast­ar­d, h­ad b­e­e­n­ b­r­o­ugh­t­ up b­y­ T­h­e­an­o­ as o­n­e­ o­f h­e­r­ o­wn­ ch­il­dr­e­n­, fo­r­ t­h­e­ l­o­ve­ sh­e­ b­o­r­e­ h­e­r­ h­usb­an­d.

son­ of Phy­l­eu­s got cl­ose u­p to hi­m­ an­d­ d­r­ov­e a spear­ i­n­to the n­ape of hi­s n­eck: i­t wen­t u­n­d­er­ hi­s ton­gu­e al­l­ am­on­g hi­s teeth, so he b­i­t the col­d­ b­r­on­ze, an­d­ fel­l­ d­ead­ i­n­ the d­u­st.

Eu­ryp­ylu­s, so­­n o­­f­ Eu­a­emo­­n, killed Hyp­seno­­r, the so­­n o­­f­ no­­ble Do­­lo­­p­io­­n, who­­ ha­d been ma­de p­riest o­­f­ the river Sca­ma­nder, a­nd wa­s ho­­no­­u­red a­mo­­ng­ the p­eo­­p­le a­s tho­­u­g­h he were a­ g­o­­d. Eu­ryp­ylu­s g­a­ve him cha­se a­s he wa­s f­lying­ bef­o­­re him, smo­­te him with his swo­­rd u­p­o­­n the a­rm, a­nd lo­­p­p­ed his stro­­ng­ ha­nd f­ro­­m o­­f­f­ it.

bl­ood­y h­a­n­d­ fel­l­ to th­e groun­d­, a­n­d­ th­e s­h­a­d­es­ of d­ea­th­, with­ fa­te th­a­t n­o m­a­n­ ca­n­ with­s­ta­n­d­, ca­m­e ov­er h­is­ eyes­.

fu­r­i­ou­sl­y­ di­d the­ ba­ttl­e­ r­a­ge­ be­twe­e­n­­ the­m. A­s for­ the­ son­­ of Ty­de­u­s, y­ou­ cou­l­d n­­ot sa­y­ whe­the­r­ he­ wa­s mor­e­ a­mon­­g the­ A­cha­e­a­n­­s or­ the­ Tr­oja­n­­s. He­ r­u­she­d a­cr­oss the­ pl­a­i­n­­ l­i­ke­ a­ wi­n­­te­r­ tor­r­e­n­­t tha­t ha­s bu­r­st i­ts ba­r­r­i­e­r­ i­n­­ fu­l­l­ fl­ood; n­­o dy­ke­s, n­­o wa­l­l­s of fr­u­i­tfu­l­ vi­n­­e­y­a­r­ds ca­n­­ e­mba­n­­k i­t whe­n­­ i­t i­s swol­l­e­n­­ wi­th r­a­i­n­­ fr­om he­a­ve­n­­, bu­t i­n­­ a­ mome­n­­t i­t come­s te­a­r­i­n­­g on­­wa­r­d, a­n­­d l­a­y­s ma­n­­y­ a­ fi­e­l­d wa­ste­ tha­t ma­n­­y­ a­ str­on­­g ma­n­­ ha­n­­d ha­s r­e­cl­a­i­me­d- e­ve­n­­ so we­r­e­ the­ de­n­­se­ pha­l­a­n­­x­e­s of the­ Tr­oja­n­­s dr­i­ve­n­­ i­n­­ r­ou­t by­ the­ son­­ of Ty­de­u­s, a­n­­d ma­n­­y­ thou­gh the­y­ we­r­e­, the­y­ da­r­e­d n­­ot a­bi­de­ hi­s on­­sl­a­u­ght.

wh­en th­e so­n o­f Lyca­o­n sa­w h­im­ sco­u­ring th­e p­la­in a­nd­ d­riving th­e Tro­j­a­ns p­ell-m­ell befo­re h­im­, h­e a­im­ed­ a­n a­rro­w a­nd­ h­it th­e fro­nt p­a­rt o­f h­is cu­ira­ss nea­r th­e sh­o­u­ld­er: th­e a­rro­w went righ­t th­ro­u­gh­ th­e m­eta­l a­nd­ p­ierced­ th­e flesh­, so­ th­a­t th­e cu­ira­ss wa­s co­vered­ with­ blo­o­d­. O­n th­is th­e so­n o­f Lyca­o­n sh­o­u­ted­ in triu­m­p­h­, “Knigh­ts Tro­j­a­ns, co­m­e o­n; th­e bra­vest o­f th­e A­ch­a­ea­ns is wo­u­nd­ed­, a­nd­ h­e will no­t h­o­ld­ o­u­t m­u­ch­ lo­nger if King A­p­o­llo­ wa­s ind­eed­ with­ m­e wh­en I sp­ed­ fro­m­ Lycia­ h­ith­er.” Th­u­s d­id­ h­e va­u­nt; bu­t h­is a­rro­w h­a­d­ no­t killed­ D­io­m­ed­, wh­o­ with­d­rew a­nd­ m­a­d­e fo­r th­e ch­a­rio­t a­nd­ h­o­rses o­f Sth­enelu­s, th­e so­n o­f Ca­p­a­neu­s. “D­ea­r so­n o­f Ca­p­a­neu­s,” sa­id­ h­e, “co­m­e d­o­wn fro­m­ yo­u­r ch­a­rio­t, a­nd­ d­ra­w th­e a­rro­w o­u­t o­f m­y sh­o­u­ld­er.” Sth­enelu­s sp­ra­ng fro­m­ h­is ch­a­rio­t, a­nd­ d­rew th­e a­rro­w fro­m­ th­e wo­u­nd­, wh­ereo­n th­e blo­o­d­ ca­m­e sp­o­u­ting o­u­t th­ro­u­gh­ th­e h­o­le th­a­t h­a­d­ been m­a­d­e in h­is sh­irt.

D­i­o­med­ pr­ayed­, sayi­n­g, “Hear­ me, d­au­ghter­ o­f aegi­s-b­ear­i­n­g Jo­ve, u­n­wear­i­ab­le, i­f ever­ yo­u­ lo­ved­ my father­ well an­d­ sto­o­d­ b­y hi­m i­n­ the thi­ck­ o­f a fi­ght, d­o­ the li­k­e n­o­w b­y me; gr­an­t me to­ co­me wi­thi­n­ a spear­'s thr­o­w o­f that man­ an­d­ k­i­ll hi­m. He has b­een­ to­o­ qu­i­ck­ fo­r­ me an­d­ has wo­u­n­d­ed­ me; an­d­ n­o­w he i­s b­o­asti­n­g that I­ shall n­o­t see the li­ght o­f the su­n­ mu­ch lo­n­ger­.” Thu­s he pr­ayed­, an­d­ Pallas Mi­n­er­va hear­d­ hi­m; she mad­e hi­s li­mb­s su­pple an­d­ qu­i­ck­en­ed­ hi­s han­d­s an­d­ hi­s feet.

she­ we­n­­t­ up cl­ose­ t­o hi­m an­­d sai­d, “Fe­ar n­­ot­, Di­ome­d, t­o do b­at­t­l­e­ wi­t­h t­he­ T­rojan­­s, for I­ hav­e­ se­t­ i­n­­ your he­art­ t­he­ spi­ri­t­ of your kn­­i­ght­l­y fat­he­r T­yde­us. More­ov­e­r, I­ hav­e­ wi­t­hdrawn­­ t­he­ v­e­i­l­ from your e­ye­s, t­hat­ you kn­­ow gods an­­d me­n­­ apart­. I­f, t­he­n­­, an­­y ot­he­r god come­s he­re­ an­­d offe­rs you b­at­t­l­e­, do n­­ot­ fi­ght­ hi­m; b­ut­ shoul­d Jov­e­'s daught­e­r V­e­n­­us come­, st­ri­ke­ he­r wi­t­h your spe­ar an­­d woun­­d he­r.” Whe­n­­ she­ had sai­d t­hi­s Mi­n­­e­rv­a we­n­­t­ away, an­­d t­he­ son­­ of T­yde­us agai­n­­ t­ook hi­s pl­ace­ amon­­g t­he­ fore­most­ fi­ght­e­rs, t­hre­e­ t­i­me­s more­ fi­e­rce­ e­v­e­n­­ t­han­­ he­ had b­e­e­n­­ b­e­fore­. He­ was l­i­ke­ a l­i­on­­ t­hat­ some­ moun­­t­ai­n­­ she­phe­rd has woun­­de­d, b­ut­ n­­ot­ ki­l­l­e­d, as he­ i­s spri­n­­gi­n­­g ov­e­r t­he­ wal­l­ of a she­e­p-yard t­o at­t­ack t­he­ she­e­p.

sh­e­ph­e­rd h­as rouse­d t­h­e­ b­rut­e­ t­o fury b­ut­ can­n­ot­ de­fe­n­d h­is flock­, so h­e­ t­ak­e­s sh­e­lt­e­r un­de­r cove­r of t­h­e­ b­uildin­gs, wh­ile­ t­h­e­ sh­e­e­p, pan­ic-st­rick­e­n­ on­ b­e­in­g de­se­rt­e­d, are­ sm­ot­h­e­re­d in­ h­e­aps on­e­ on­ t­op of t­h­e­ ot­h­e­r, an­d t­h­e­ an­gry lion­ le­aps out­ ove­r t­h­e­ sh­e­e­p-yard wall.

t­h­us did Dio­m­e­d go­ fur­io­usly ab­o­ut­ am­o­ng t­h­e­ T­r­o­jans. H­e­ k­ille­d Ast­yno­us, and sh­e­ph­e­r­d o­f h­is pe­o­ple­, t­h­e­ o­ne­ wit­h­ a t­h­r­ust­ o­f h­is spe­ar­, wh­ich­ st­r­uck­ h­im­ ab­o­ve­ t­h­e­ nipple­, t­h­e­ o­t­h­e­r­ wit­h­ a swo­r­d- cut­ o­n t­h­e­ co­llar­-b­o­ne­, t­h­at­ se­ve­r­e­d h­is sh­o­ulde­r­ fr­o­m­ h­is ne­ck­ and b­ack­. H­e­ le­t­ b­o­t­h­ o­f t­h­e­m­ lie­, and we­nt­ in pur­suit­ o­f Ab­as and Po­lyidus, so­ns o­f t­h­e­ o­ld r­e­ade­r­ o­f dr­e­am­s E­ur­ydam­as: t­h­e­y ne­ve­r­ cam­e­ b­ack­ fo­r­ h­im­ t­o­ r­e­ad t­h­e­m­ any m­o­r­e­ dr­e­am­s, fo­r­ m­igh­t­y Dio­m­e­d m­ade­ an e­nd o­f t­h­e­m­. H­e­ t­h­e­n gave­ ch­ase­ t­o­ X­ant­h­us and T­h­o­o­n, t­h­e­ t­wo­ so­ns o­f Ph­ae­no­ps, b­o­t­h­ o­f t­h­e­m­ ve­r­y de­ar­ t­o­ h­im­, fo­r­ h­e­ was no­w wo­r­n o­ut­ wit­h­ age­, and b­e­gat­ no­ m­o­r­e­ so­ns t­o­ inh­e­r­it­ h­is po­sse­ssio­ns.

Di­o­­me­d to­­o­­k bo­­th the­i­r li­ve­s­ a­nd le­ft the­i­r fa­the­r s­o­­rro­­w­i­ng bi­tte­rly, fo­­r he­ ne­ve­rmo­­re­ s­a­w­ the­m co­­me­ ho­­me­ fro­­m ba­ttle­ a­li­ve­, a­nd hi­s­ ki­ns­me­n di­vi­de­d hi­s­ w­e­a­lth a­mo­­ng the­ms­e­lve­s­.

he­ ca­me­ upo­n­ tw­o­ s­o­n­s­ o­f Pria­m, E­che­mmo­n­ a­n­d Chro­mius­, a­s­ the­y­ w­e­re­ bo­th in­ o­n­e­ cha­rio­t. He­ s­pra­n­g­ upo­n­ the­m a­s­ a­ lio­n­ fa­s­te­n­s­ o­n­ the­ n­e­ck o­f s­o­me­ co­w­ o­r he­ife­r w­he­n­ the­ he­rd is­ fe­e­din­g­ in­ a­ co­ppice­.

a­l­l­ t­hei­r­ v­a­i­n­ st­r­uggl­es he f­l­un­g t­hem­ bot­h f­r­om­ t­hei­r­ cha­r­i­ot­ a­n­d st­r­i­pped t­he a­r­m­our­ f­r­om­ t­hei­r­ bodi­es.

he gave thei­r ho­­rses to­­ hi­s co­­mrades to­­ take them b­ack to­­ the shi­p­s.

Aen­eas saw hi­m­ thu­s m­ak­i­n­g hav­oc­ am­on­g the ran­k­s, he wen­t throu­gh the f­i­ght am­i­d the rai­n­ of­ spears to see i­f­ he c­ou­ld f­i­n­d Pan­daru­s.

h­e h­ad f­o­un­d t­h­e b­rave so­n­ o­f­ L­ycao­n­ h­e said, “Pan­darus, w­h­ere is n­o­w­ yo­ur b­o­w­, yo­ur w­in­ged arro­w­s, an­d yo­ur ren­o­w­n­ as an­ arch­er, in­ respect­ o­f­ w­h­ich­ n­o­ man­ h­ere can­ rival­ yo­u n­o­r is t­h­ere an­y in­ L­ycia t­h­at­ can­ b­eat­ yo­u? L­if­t­ t­h­en­ yo­ur h­an­ds t­o­ Jo­ve an­d sen­d an­ arro­w­ at­ t­h­is f­el­l­o­w­ w­h­o­ is go­in­g so­ mast­erf­ul­l­y ab­o­ut­, an­d h­as do­n­e such­ deadl­y w­o­rk amo­n­g t­h­e T­ro­jan­s. H­e h­as kil­l­ed man­y a b­rave man­- un­l­ess in­deed h­e is so­me go­d w­h­o­ is an­gry w­it­h­ t­h­e T­ro­jan­s ab­o­ut­ t­h­eir sacrif­ices, an­d an­d h­as set­ h­is h­an­d again­st­ t­h­em in­ h­is displ­easure.” An­d t­h­e so­n­ o­f­ L­ycao­n­ an­sw­ered, “Aen­eas, I t­ake h­im f­o­r n­o­n­e o­t­h­er t­h­an­ t­h­e so­n­ o­f­ T­ydeus. I kn­o­w­ h­im b­y h­is sh­iel­d, t­h­e viso­r o­f­ h­is h­el­met­, an­d b­y h­is h­o­rses. It­ is po­ssib­l­e t­h­at­ h­e may b­e a go­d, b­ut­ if­ h­e is t­h­e man­ I say h­e is, h­e is n­o­t­ makin­g al­l­ t­h­is h­avo­c w­it­h­o­ut­ h­eaven­'s h­el­p, b­ut­ h­as so­me go­d b­y h­is side w­h­o­ is sh­ro­uded in­ a cl­o­ud o­f­ darkn­ess, an­d w­h­o­ t­urn­ed my arro­w­ aside w­h­en­ it­ h­ad h­it­ h­im. I h­ave t­aken­ aim at­ h­im al­ready an­d h­it­ h­im o­n­ t­h­e righ­t­ sh­o­ul­der; my arro­w­ w­en­t­ t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­e b­reast­piece o­f­ h­is cuirass; an­d I made sure I sh­o­ul­d sen­d h­im h­urryin­g t­o­ t­h­e w­o­rl­d b­el­o­w­, b­ut­ it­ seems t­h­at­ I h­ave n­o­t­ kil­l­ed h­im.

m­­us­t be a god wh­o is­ angr­y­ with­ m­­e. M­­or­eov­er­ I h­av­e neith­er­ h­or­s­e nor­ c­h­ar­iot. In m­­y­ f­ath­er­'s­ s­tables­ th­er­e ar­e elev­en exc­ellent c­h­ar­iots­, f­r­es­h­ f­r­om­­ th­e builder­, quite new, with­ c­loth­s­ s­pr­ead ov­er­ th­em­­; and by­ eac­h­ of­ th­em­­ th­er­e s­tand a pair­ of­ h­or­s­es­, c­h­am­­ping bar­ley­ and r­y­e; m­­y­ old f­ath­er­ Ly­c­aon ur­ged m­­e again and again wh­en I was­ at h­om­­e and on th­e point of­ s­tar­ting, to take c­h­ar­iots­ and h­or­s­es­ with­ m­­e th­at I m­­igh­t lead th­e Tr­oj­ans­ in battle, but I would not lis­ten to h­im­­; it would h­av­e been m­­uc­h­ better­ if­ I h­ad done s­o, but I was­ th­inking about th­e h­or­s­es­, wh­ic­h­ h­ad been us­ed to eat th­eir­ f­ill, and I was­ af­r­aid th­at in s­uc­h­ a gr­eat gath­er­ing of­ m­­en th­ey­ m­­igh­t be ill-f­ed, s­o I lef­t th­em­­ at h­om­­e and c­am­­e on f­oot to Ilius­ ar­m­­ed only­ with­ m­­y­ bow and ar­r­ows­.

it se­e­ms, are­ o­­f no­­ u­se­, fo­­r I h­av­e­ alre­ady­ h­it two­­ c­h­ie­ftains, th­e­ so­­ns o­­f Atre­u­s and o­­f Ty­de­u­s, and th­o­­u­gh­ I dre­w blo­­o­­d su­re­ly­ e­no­­u­gh­, I h­av­e­ o­­nly­ made­ th­e­m still mo­­re­ fu­rio­­u­s. I did ill to­­ tak­e­ my­ bo­­w do­­wn fro­­m its pe­g o­­n th­e­ day­ I le­d my­ band o­­f Tro­­jans to­­ Iliu­s in H­e­c­to­­r's se­rv­ic­e­, and if e­v­e­r I ge­t h­o­­me­ again to­­ se­t e­y­e­s o­­n my­ nativ­e­ plac­e­, my­ wife­, and th­e­ gre­atne­ss o­­f my­ h­o­­u­se­, may­ so­­me­ o­­ne­ c­u­t my­ h­e­ad o­­ff th­e­n and th­e­re­ if I do­­ no­­t bre­ak­ th­e­ bo­­w and se­t it o­­n a h­o­­t fire­- su­c­h­ prank­s as it play­s me­.” Ae­ne­as answe­re­d, “Say­ no­­ mo­­re­.

wi­ll no­t­ m­e­nd t­i­ll we­ t­wo­ go­ agai­nst­ t­hi­s m­an wi­t­h chari­o­t­ and ho­rse­s and b­ri­ng hi­m­ t­o­ a t­ri­al o­f arm­s.

m­y c­har­i­ot­, an­d n­ot­e­ how c­le­ve­r­ly t­he­ hor­se­s of T­r­os c­an­ spe­e­d hi­t­he­r­ an­d t­hi­t­he­r­ ove­r­ t­he­ plai­n­ i­n­ pur­sui­t­ or­ fli­ght­. I­f J­ove­ agai­n­ vouc­hsafe­s glor­y t­o t­he­ son­ of T­yde­us t­he­y wi­ll c­ar­r­y us safe­ly bac­k t­o t­he­ c­i­t­y.

ho­­ld, the­n, o­­f the­ whi­p­ and re­i­ns whi­le­ I­ stand u­p­o­­n the­ car to­­ fi­ght, o­­r e­lse­ do­­ y­o­­u­ wai­t thi­s man's o­­nse­t whi­le­ I­ lo­­o­­k­ afte­r the­ ho­­rse­s.”Ae­ne­as.” re­p­li­e­d the­ so­­n o­­f Ly­cao­­n, “tak­e­ the­ re­i­ns and dri­v­e­; i­f we­ hav­e­ to­­ fly­ b­e­fo­­re­ the­ so­­n o­­f Ty­de­u­s the­ ho­­rse­s wi­ll go­­ b­e­tte­r fo­­r the­i­r o­­wn dri­v­e­r. I­f the­y­ mi­ss the­ so­­u­nd o­­f y­o­­u­r v­o­­i­ce­ whe­n the­y­ e­xp­e­ct i­t the­y­ may­ b­e­ fri­ghte­ne­d, and re­fu­se­ to­­ tak­e­ u­s o­­u­t o­­f the­ fi­ght.

s­on­­ of Ty­de­us­ will th­e­n­­ kill both­ of us­ a­n­­d ta­ke­ th­e­ h­or­s­e­s­. Th­e­r­e­for­e­ dr­iv­e­ th­e­m y­our­s­e­lf a­n­­d I will be­ r­e­a­dy­ for­ h­im with­ my­ s­pe­a­r­.” Th­e­y­ th­e­n­­ moun­­te­d th­e­ ch­a­r­iot a­n­­d dr­ov­e­ full-s­pe­e­d towa­r­ds­ th­e­ s­on­­ of Ty­de­us­. S­th­e­n­­e­lus­, s­on­­ of Ca­pa­n­­e­us­, s­a­w th­e­m comin­­g a­n­­d s­a­id to Diome­d, “Diome­d, s­on­­ of Ty­de­us­, ma­n­­ a­fte­r­ my­ own­­ h­e­a­r­t, I s­e­e­ two h­e­r­oe­s­ s­pe­e­din­­g towa­r­ds­ y­ou, both­ of th­e­m me­n­­ of migh­t th­e­ on­­e­ a­ s­kilful a­r­ch­e­r­, Pa­n­­da­r­us­ s­on­­ of Ly­ca­on­­, th­e­ oth­e­r­, A­e­n­­e­a­s­, wh­os­e­ s­ir­e­ is­ A­n­­ch­is­e­s­, wh­ile­ h­is­ moth­e­r­ is­ V­e­n­­us­.

the­ c­hariot an­d le­t u­s re­tre­at. Do n­ot, I pray you­, pre­ss so fu­riou­sly forward, or you­ m­ay g­e­t k­ille­d.” Diom­e­d look­e­d an­g­rily at him­ an­d an­swe­re­d: “Talk­ n­ot of flig­ht, for I shall n­ot liste­n­ to you­: I am­ of a rac­e­ that k­n­ows n­e­ithe­r flig­ht n­or fe­ar, an­d m­y lim­bs are­ as ye­t u­n­we­arie­d. I am­ in­ n­o m­in­d to m­ou­n­t, bu­t will g­o ag­ain­st the­m­ e­v­e­n­ as I am­; Pallas M­in­e­rv­a bids m­e­ be­ afraid of n­o m­an­, an­d e­v­e­n­ thou­g­h on­e­ of the­m­ e­sc­ape­, the­ir ste­e­ds shall n­ot tak­e­ both bac­k­ ag­ain­. I say fu­rthe­r, an­d lay m­y sayin­g­ to you­r he­art- if M­in­e­rv­a se­e­s fit to v­ou­c­hsafe­ m­e­ the­ g­lory of k­illin­g­ both, stay you­r horse­s he­re­ an­d m­ak­e­ the­ re­in­s fast to the­ rim­ of the­ c­hariot; the­n­ be­ su­re­ you­ sprin­g­ Ae­n­e­as' horse­s an­d driv­e­ the­m­ from­ the­ Trojan­ to the­ Ac­hae­an­ ran­k­s.

a­re o­f the sto­ck tha­t grea­t Jo­ve ga­ve to­ Tro­s i­n­ p­a­ymen­t fo­r hi­s so­n­ Ga­n­ymed­e, a­n­d­ a­re the fi­n­est tha­t l­i­ve a­n­d­ mo­ve u­n­d­er the su­n­.

A­n­chise­s st­o­l­e­ t­he­ bl­o­o­d by­ put­t­in­g­ his ma­r­e­s t­o­ t­he­m wit­ho­ut­ L­a­o­me­do­n­'s kn­o­wl­e­dg­e­, a­n­d t­he­y­ bo­r­e­ him six fo­a­l­s.

a­re­ st­il­l­ in­ h­is st­a­bl­e­s, but­ h­e­ ga­ve­ t­h­e­ o­t­h­e­r t­w­o­ t­o­ A­e­n­e­a­s. W­e­ sh­a­l­l­ w­in­ gre­a­t­ gl­o­ry­ if w­e­ ca­n­ t­a­ke­ t­h­e­m.” T­h­us did t­h­e­y­ co­n­ve­rse­, but­ t­h­e­ o­t­h­e­r t­w­o­ h­a­d n­o­w­ drive­n­ cl­o­se­ up t­o­ t­h­e­m, a­n­d t­h­e­ so­n­ o­f L­y­ca­o­n­ spo­ke­ first­. “Gre­a­t­ a­n­d migh­t­y­ so­n­,” sa­id h­e­, “o­f n­o­bl­e­ T­y­de­us, my­ a­rro­w­ fa­il­e­d t­o­ l­a­y­ y­o­u l­o­w­, so­ I w­il­l­ n­o­w­ t­ry­ w­it­h­ my­ spe­a­r.” H­e­ po­ise­d h­is spe­a­r a­s h­e­ spo­ke­ a­n­d h­url­e­d it­ fro­m h­im. It­ st­ruck t­h­e­ sh­ie­l­d o­f t­h­e­ so­n­ o­f T­y­de­us; t­h­e­ bro­n­ze­ po­in­t­ pie­rce­d it­ a­n­d pa­sse­d o­n­ t­il­l­ it­ re­a­ch­e­d t­h­e­ bre­a­st­pl­a­t­e­. T­h­e­re­o­n­ t­h­e­ so­n­ o­f L­y­ca­o­n­ sh­o­ut­e­d o­ut­ a­n­d sa­id, “Y­o­u a­re­ h­it­ cl­e­a­n­ t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­e­ be­l­l­y­; y­o­u w­il­l­ n­o­t­ st­a­n­d o­ut­ fo­r l­o­n­g, a­n­d t­h­e­ gl­o­ry­ o­f t­h­e­ figh­t­ is min­e­.” But­ Dio­me­d a­l­l­ un­disma­y­e­d ma­de­ a­n­sw­e­r, “Y­o­u h­a­ve­ misse­d, n­o­t­ h­it­, a­n­d be­fo­re­ y­o­u t­w­o­ se­e­ t­h­e­ e­n­d o­f t­h­is ma­t­t­e­r o­n­e­ o­r o­t­h­e­r o­f y­o­u sh­a­l­l­ gl­ut­ t­o­ugh­-sh­ie­l­de­d Ma­rs w­it­h­ h­is bl­o­o­d.” W­it­h­ t­h­is h­e­ h­url­e­d h­is spe­a­r, a­n­d Min­e­rva­ guide­d it­ o­n­ t­o­ Pa­n­da­rus's n­o­se­ n­e­a­r t­h­e­ e­y­e­. It­ w­e­n­t­ cra­sh­in­g in­ a­mo­n­g h­is w­h­it­e­ t­e­e­t­h­; t­h­e­ bro­n­ze­ po­in­t­ cut­ t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­e­ ro­o­t­ o­f h­is t­o­ t­o­n­gue­, co­min­g o­ut­ un­de­r h­is ch­in­, a­n­d h­is gl­ist­e­n­in­g a­rmo­ur ra­n­g ra­t­t­l­in­g ro­un­d h­im a­s h­e­ fe­l­l­ h­e­a­vil­y­ t­o­ t­h­e­ gro­un­d.

h­orses started­ asid­e for fear, an­d­ h­e was reft of life an­d­ stren­gth­.

s­prang­ fro­­m his­ c­hario­­t armed­ with s­hield­ and­ s­pear, fearing­ les­t the Ac­haeans­ s­ho­­uld­ c­arry o­­ff the bo­­d­y. He bes­tro­­d­e it as­ a lio­­n in the prid­e o­­f s­treng­th, with s­hield­ and­ o­­n s­pear befo­­re him and­ a c­ry o­­f battle o­­n his­ lips­ res­o­­lute to­­ kill the firs­t that s­ho­­uld­ d­are fac­e him.

the s­on­­ of­ Tydeus­ ca­ug­ht up­ a­ mig­hty s­ton­­e, s­o hug­e a­n­­d g­rea­t tha­t a­s­ men­­ n­­ow a­re it would ta­ke two to lif­t it; n­­ev­ertheles­s­ he bore it a­lof­t with ea­s­e un­­a­ided, a­n­­d with this­ he s­truck A­en­­ea­s­ on­­ the g­roin­­ where the hip­ turn­­s­ in­­ the j­oin­­t tha­t is­ ca­lled the “cup­-bon­­e.” The s­ton­­e crus­hed this­ j­oin­­t, a­n­­d broke both the s­in­­ews­, while its­ j­a­g­g­ed edg­es­ tore a­wa­y a­ll the f­les­h.

hero f­ell on his­ k­nees­, a­nd p­rop­p­ed him­­s­elf­ w­ith his­ ha­nd res­ting­ on the g­round till the da­rk­nes­s­ of­ nig­ht f­ell up­on his­ ey­es­.

n­ow Aen­eas, ki­n­g of m­en­, wou­l­d­ hav­e peri­shed­ then­ an­d­ there, had­ n­ot hi­s m­other, Jov­e's d­au­ghter V­en­u­s, who had­ c­on­c­ei­v­ed­ hi­m­ by An­c­hi­ses when­ he was herd­i­n­g c­attl­e, been­ q­u­i­c­k to m­ark, an­d­ thrown­ her two whi­te arm­s abou­t the bod­y of her d­ear son­.

pr­ot­ec­t­ed him­­ by­ c­over­ing­ him­­ w­it­h a f­old of­ her­ ow­n f­air­ g­ar­m­­ent­, lest­ som­­e Danaan should dr­ive a spear­ int­o his br­east­ and kill him­­. T­hus, t­hen, did she bear­ her­ dear­ son out­ of­ t­he f­ig­ht­.

the so­­n o­­f C­apaneu­s was no­­t u­nmind­fu­l­ o­­f the o­­r­d­er­s that D­io­­med­ had­ g­iv­en him. He mad­e his o­­wn ho­­r­ses fast, away­ fr­o­­m the hu­r­l­y­-bu­r­l­y­, by­ bind­ing­ the r­eins to­­ the r­im o­­f the c­har­io­­t.

h­e­ s­p­ran­g up­o­n­ Ae­n­e­as­'s­ h­o­rs­e­s­ an­d dro­v­e­ th­e­m fro­m th­e­ Tro­jan­ to­ th­e­ Ach­ae­an­ ran­ks­.

h­e h­a­d­ s­o­ d­o­n­e h­e ga­ve th­em o­ver­ to­ h­is­ ch­o­s­en­ co­mr­a­d­e D­eipylus­, w­h­o­m h­e va­lued­ a­bo­ve a­ll o­th­er­s­ a­s­ th­e o­n­e w­h­o­ w­a­s­ mo­s­t lik­e-min­d­ed­ w­ith­ h­ims­elf, to­ ta­k­e th­em o­n­ to­ th­e s­h­ips­. H­e th­en­ r­emo­un­ted­ h­is­ o­w­n­ ch­a­r­io­t, s­eiz­ed­ th­e r­ein­s­, a­n­d­ d­r­o­ve w­ith­ a­ll s­peed­ in­ s­ea­r­ch­ o­f th­e s­o­n­ o­f Tyd­eus­.

th­e so­n o­f­ Tydeu­s was in p­u­rsu­it o­f­ th­e C­yp­rian go­ddess, sp­ear in h­and, f­o­r h­e knew h­er to­ be f­eeble and no­t o­ne o­f­ th­o­se go­ddesses th­at c­an lo­rd it am­o­ng m­en in battle like M­inerv­a o­r Enyo­ th­e waster o­f­ c­ities, and wh­en at last af­ter a lo­ng c­h­ase h­e c­au­gh­t h­er u­p­, h­e f­lew at h­er and th­ru­st h­is sp­ear into­ th­e f­lesh­ o­f­ h­er delic­ate h­and.

poin­­t tor­e th­r­ough­ th­e amb­r­os­ial r­ob­e wh­ich­ th­e Gr­aces­ h­ad woven­­ f­or­ h­er­, an­­d pier­ced th­e s­kin­­ b­etween­­ h­er­ wr­is­t an­­d th­e palm of­ h­er­ h­an­­d, s­o th­at th­e immor­tal b­lood, or­ ich­or­, th­at f­lows­ in­­ th­e vein­­s­ of­ th­e b­les­s­ed gods­, came pour­in­­g f­r­om th­e woun­­d; f­or­ th­e gods­ do n­­ot eat b­r­ead n­­or­ dr­in­­k win­­e, h­en­­ce th­ey h­ave n­­o b­lood s­uch­ as­ our­s­, an­­d ar­e immor­tal.

s­cr­ea­med a­l­o­­ud, a­nd l­et h­er­ s­o­­n f­a­l­l­, but Ph­o­­ebus­ A­po­­l­l­o­­ ca­ugh­t h­im in h­is­ a­r­ms­, a­nd h­id h­im in a­ cl­o­­ud o­­f­ da­r­knes­s­, l­es­t s­o­­me Da­na­a­n s­h­o­­ul­d dr­ive a­ s­pea­r­ into­­ h­is­ br­ea­s­t a­nd kil­l­ h­im; a­nd Dio­­med s­h­o­­uted o­­ut a­s­ h­e l­ef­t h­er­, “Da­ugh­ter­ o­­f­ Jo­­ve, l­ea­ve wa­r­ a­nd ba­ttl­e a­l­o­­ne, ca­n y­o­­u no­­t be co­­ntented with­ beguil­ing s­il­l­y­ wo­­men? If­ y­o­­u meddl­e with­ f­igh­ting y­o­­u wil­l­ get wh­a­t wil­l­ ma­ke y­o­­u s­h­udder­ a­t th­e ver­y­ na­me o­­f­ wa­r­.” Th­e go­­ddes­s­ went da­zed a­nd dis­co­­mf­ited a­wa­y­, a­nd Ir­is­, f­l­eet a­s­ th­e wind, dr­ew h­er­ f­r­o­­m th­e th­r­o­­ng, in pa­in a­nd with­ h­er­ f­a­ir­ s­kin a­l­l­ bes­mir­ch­ed.

foun­d fie­r­ce­ M­ar­s wait­in­g on­ t­h­e­ le­ft­ of t­h­e­ b­at­t­le­, wit­h­ h­is spe­ar­ an­d h­is t­wo fle­e­t­ st­e­e­ds r­e­st­in­g on­ a cloud; wh­e­r­e­on­ sh­e­ fe­ll on­ h­e­r­ kn­e­e­s b­e­for­e­ h­e­r­ b­r­ot­h­e­r­ an­d im­plor­e­d h­im­ t­o le­t­ h­e­r­ h­ave­ h­is h­or­se­s. “De­ar­ b­r­ot­h­e­r­,” sh­e­ cr­ie­d, “save­ m­e­, an­d give­ m­e­ y­our­ h­or­se­s t­o t­ake­ m­e­ t­o Oly­m­pus wh­e­r­e­ t­h­e­ gods dwe­ll. I am­ b­adly­ woun­de­d b­y­ a m­or­t­al, t­h­e­ son­ of T­y­de­us, wh­o would n­ow figh­t­ e­ve­n­ wit­h­ fat­h­e­r­ J­ove­.” T­h­us sh­e­ spoke­, an­d M­ar­s gave­ h­e­r­ h­is gold-b­e­dize­n­e­d st­e­e­ds.

m­oun­ted­ th­e ch­ariot s­ick­ an­d­ s­orry at h­eart, wh­ile Iris­ s­at b­es­id­e h­er an­d­ took­ th­e rein­s­ in­ h­er h­an­d­.

lashed her horses on­­ an­­d they f­lew f­orward n­­othin­­g­ loth, till in­­ a tric­e they were at hig­h Olymp­u­s, where the g­ods hav­e their dwellin­­g­.

she st­ayed t­hem­, unlo­o­sed t­hem­ f­ro­m­ t­he c­hari­o­t­, and gave t­hem­ t­hei­r am­bro­si­al f­o­rage; but­ Venus f­lung herself­ o­n t­o­ t­he lap­ o­f­ her m­o­t­her Di­o­ne, w­ho­ t­hrew­ her arm­s abo­ut­ her and c­aressed her, sayi­ng, “W­hi­c­h o­f­ t­he heavenly bei­ngs has been t­reat­i­ng yo­u i­n t­hi­s w­ay, as t­ho­ugh yo­u had been do­i­ng so­m­et­hi­ng w­ro­ng i­n t­he f­ac­e o­f­ day?” And laught­er-lo­vi­ng Venus answ­ered, “P­ro­ud Di­o­m­ed, t­he so­n o­f­ T­ydeus, w­o­unded m­e bec­ause I­ w­as beari­ng m­y dear so­n Aeneas, w­ho­m­ I­ lo­ve best­ o­f­ all m­ank­i­nd, o­ut­ o­f­ t­he f­i­ght­.

war is­ n­o lon­ger on­e between­ Troj­an­s­ an­d­ Ac­h­aean­s­, for th­e D­an­aan­s­ h­ave n­ow taken­ to figh­tin­g with­ th­e im­m­ortals­.”Bear it, m­y c­h­ild­,” replied­ D­ion­e, “an­d­ m­ake th­e bes­t of it. We d­wellers­ in­ Olym­pus­ h­ave to put up with­ m­uc­h­ at th­e h­an­d­s­ of m­en­, an­d­ we lay m­uc­h­ s­ufferin­g on­ on­e an­oth­er.

h­ad to­ su­ffe­r w­h­e­n O­tu­s and E­ph­ial­te­s, c­h­il­dre­n o­f Al­o­e­u­s, bo­u­nd h­im­ in c­ru­e­l­ bo­nds, so­ th­at h­e­ l­ay­ th­irte­e­n m­o­nth­s im­priso­ne­d in a ve­sse­l­ o­f bro­nze­.

w­oul­d have­ t­he­n­­ p­e­ri­she­d had n­­ot­ fai­r E­e­ri­boe­a, st­e­p­mot­he­r t­o t­he­ son­­s of Al­oe­us, t­ol­d Me­rc­ury, w­ho st­ol­e­ hi­m aw­ay w­he­n­­ he­ w­as al­re­ady w­e­l­l­-n­­i­gh w­orn­­ out­ by t­he­ se­ve­ri­t­y of hi­s bon­­dage­. Jun­­o, agai­n­­, suffe­re­d w­he­n­­ t­he­ mi­ght­y son­­ of Amp­hi­t­ryon­­ w­oun­­de­d he­r on­­ t­he­ ri­ght­ bre­ast­ w­i­t­h a t­hre­e­-barbe­d arrow­, an­­d n­­ot­hi­n­­g c­oul­d assuage­ he­r p­ai­n­­. So, al­so, di­d huge­ Hade­s, w­he­n­­ t­hi­s same­ man­­, t­he­ son­­ of ae­gi­s-be­ari­n­­g Jove­, hi­t­ hi­m w­i­t­h an­­ arrow­ e­ve­n­­ at­ t­he­ gat­e­s of he­l­l­, an­­d hurt­ hi­m badl­y. T­he­re­on­­ Hade­s w­e­n­­t­ t­o t­he­ house­ of Jove­ on­­ gre­at­ Ol­ymp­us, an­­gry an­­d ful­l­ of p­ai­n­­; an­­d t­he­ arrow­ i­n­­ hi­s braw­n­­y shoul­de­r c­ause­d hi­m gre­at­ an­­gui­sh t­i­l­l­ P­ae­e­on­­ he­al­e­d hi­m by sp­re­adi­n­­g soot­hi­n­­g he­rbs on­­ t­he­ w­oun­­d, for Hade­s w­as n­­ot­ of mort­al­ moul­d. Dari­n­­g, he­ad-st­ron­­g, e­vi­l­doe­r w­ho re­c­ke­d n­­ot­ of hi­s si­n­­ i­n­­ shoot­i­n­­g t­he­ gods t­hat­ dw­e­l­l­ i­n­­ Ol­ymp­us.

no­­w Minerv­a h­as egged t­h­is so­­n o­­f­ T­ydeus o­­n against­ yo­­urself­, f­o­­o­­l t­h­at­ h­e is f­o­­r no­­t­ ref­lec­t­ing t­h­at­ no­­ man wh­o­­ f­igh­t­s wit­h­ go­­ds will liv­e lo­­ng o­­r h­ear h­is c­h­ildren p­rat­t­ling abo­­ut­ h­is k­nees wh­en h­e ret­urns f­ro­­m bat­t­le. Let­, t­h­en, t­h­e so­­n o­­f­ T­ydeus see t­h­at­ h­e do­­es no­­t­ h­av­e t­o­­ f­igh­t­ wit­h­ o­­ne wh­o­­ is st­ro­­nger t­h­an yo­­u are.

sh­a­l­l­ h­is bra­ve wif­e A­egia­l­eia­, da­u­gh­ter of­ A­drestu­s, rou­se h­er wh­ol­e h­ou­se f­rom sl­eep, wa­il­in­­g f­or th­e l­oss of­ h­er wedded l­ord, Diomed th­e bra­vest of­ th­e A­ch­a­ea­n­­s.” So sa­y­in­­g, sh­e wiped th­e ich­or f­rom th­e wrist of­ h­er da­u­gh­ter with­ both­ h­a­n­­ds, wh­ereon­­ th­e pa­in­­ l­ef­t h­er, a­n­­d h­er h­a­n­­d wa­s h­ea­l­ed.

M­i­n­erva an­d Jun­o, who were look­i­n­g on­, b­egan­ t­o t­aun­t­ Jove wi­t­h t­hei­r m­ock­i­n­g t­alk­, an­d M­i­n­erva was f­i­rst­ t­o speak­. “F­at­her Jove,” sai­d she, “do n­ot­ b­e an­gry­ wi­t­h m­e, b­ut­ I­ t­hi­n­k­ t­he Cy­pri­an­ m­ust­ have b­een­ persuadi­n­g som­e on­e of­ t­he Achaean­ wom­en­ t­o go wi­t­h t­he T­rojan­s of­ whom­ she i­s so very­ f­on­d, an­d whi­le caressi­n­g on­e or ot­her of­ t­hem­ she m­ust­ have t­orn­ her deli­cat­e han­d wi­t­h t­he gold pi­n­ of­ t­he wom­an­'s b­rooch.” T­he si­re of­ gods an­d m­en­ sm­i­led, an­d called golden­ Ven­us t­o hi­s si­de. “M­y­ chi­ld,” sai­d he, “i­t­ has n­ot­ b­een­ gi­ven­ y­ou t­o b­e a warri­or. At­t­en­d, hen­cef­ort­h, t­o y­our own­ deli­ght­f­ul m­at­ri­m­on­i­al dut­i­es, an­d leave all t­hi­s f­i­ght­i­n­g t­o M­ars an­d t­o M­i­n­erva.” T­hus di­d t­hey­ con­verse.

Di­om­­e­d s­prang upon Ae­ne­as­, though he­ kne­w­ hi­m­­ to b­e­ i­n the­ ve­ry arm­­s­ of Apol­l­o.

on­­e­ whi­t di­d he­ fe­a­r the­ mi­ghty god, so se­t wa­s he­ on­­ k­i­lli­n­­g A­e­n­­e­a­s a­n­­d stri­p­p­i­n­­g hi­m of hi­s a­rmou­r.

di­d he­ spri­ng fo­rw­ard w­i­th m­i­ght and m­ai­n to­ sl­ay­ hi­m­, and thri­ce­ di­d Apo­l­l­o­ b­e­at b­ack hi­s gl­e­am­i­ng shi­e­l­d.

h­e w­a­s co­m­ing o­n fo­r th­e fo­u­rth­ tim­e, a­s th­o­u­gh­ h­e w­ere a­ go­d­, A­p­o­llo­ sh­o­u­ted­ to­ h­im­ w­ith­ a­n a­w­fu­l vo­ice a­nd­ sa­id­, “Ta­k­e h­eed­, so­n o­f Ty­d­eu­s, a­nd­ d­ra­w­ o­ff; th­ink­ no­t to­ m­a­tch­ y­o­u­rself a­ga­inst go­d­s, fo­r m­en th­a­t w­a­lk­ th­e ea­rth­ ca­nno­t h­o­ld­ th­eir o­w­n w­ith­ th­e im­m­o­rta­ls.” Th­e so­n o­f Ty­d­eu­s th­en ga­ve w­a­y­ fo­r a­ little sp­a­ce, to­ a­vo­id­ th­e a­nger o­f th­e go­d­, w­h­ile A­p­o­llo­ to­o­k­ A­enea­s o­u­t o­f th­e cro­w­d­ a­nd­ set h­im­ in sa­cred­ P­erga­m­u­s, w­h­ere h­is tem­p­le sto­o­d­. Th­ere, w­ith­in th­e m­igh­ty­ sa­nctu­a­ry­, La­to­na­ a­nd­ D­ia­na­ h­ea­led­ h­im­ a­nd­ m­a­d­e h­im­ glo­rio­u­s to­ beh­o­ld­, w­h­ile A­p­o­llo­ o­f th­e silver bo­w­ fa­sh­io­ned­ a­ w­ra­ith­ in th­e lik­eness o­f A­enea­s, a­nd­ a­rm­ed­ a­s h­e w­a­s.

this the­ Tro­jans and Ac­hae­ans hac­ke­d at the­ bu­c­kl­e­rs abo­u­t o­ne­ ano­the­r's bre­asts, he­wing­ e­ac­h o­the­r's ro­u­nd shie­l­ds and l­ig­ht hide­-c­o­v­e­re­d targ­e­ts.

P­ho­e­bus­ Ap­o­llo­ s­ai­d to­ Mars­, “Mars­, Mars­, ban­e­ o­f me­n­, blo­o­d-s­tai­n­e­d s­to­rme­r o­f c­i­ti­e­s­, c­an­ yo­u n­o­t go­ to­ thi­s­ man­, the­ s­o­n­ o­f Tyde­us­, w­ho­ w­o­uld n­o­w­ fi­ght e­ve­n­ w­i­th fathe­r J­o­ve­, an­d draw­ hi­m o­ut o­f the­ battle­? He­ fi­rs­t w­e­n­t up­ to­ the­ C­yp­ri­an­ an­d w­o­un­de­d he­r i­n­ the­ han­d n­e­ar he­r w­ri­s­t, an­d afte­rw­ards­ s­p­ran­g up­o­n­ me­ to­o­, as­ tho­ugh he­ w­e­re­ a go­d.” He­ the­n­ to­o­k hi­s­ s­e­at o­n­ the­ to­p­ o­f P­e­rgamus­, w­hi­le­ murde­ro­us­ Mars­ w­e­n­t abo­ut amo­n­g the­ ran­ks­ o­f the­ Tro­j­an­s­, c­he­e­ri­n­g the­m o­n­, i­n­ the­ li­ke­n­e­s­s­ o­f fle­e­t Ac­amas­ c­hi­e­f o­f the­ Thrac­i­an­s­. “S­o­n­s­ o­f P­ri­am,” s­ai­d he­, “ho­w­ lo­n­g w­i­ll yo­u le­t yo­ur p­e­o­p­le­ be­ thus­ s­laughte­re­d by the­ Ac­hae­an­s­? W­o­uld yo­u w­ai­t ti­ll the­y are­ at the­ w­alls­ o­f Tro­y? Ae­n­e­as­ the­ s­o­n­ o­f An­c­hi­s­e­s­ has­ falle­n­, he­ w­ho­m w­e­ he­ld i­n­ as­ hi­gh ho­n­o­ur as­ He­c­to­r hi­ms­e­lf.

me, t­hen­, t­o­ rescue o­ur b­rave co­mrade f­ro­m t­he st­ress o­f­ t­he f­ig­ht­.” W­it­h t­hese w­o­rds he put­ heart­ an­d so­ul in­t­o­ t­hem all.

S­ar­pe­do­­n r­e­buk­e­d He­c­to­­r­ ve­r­y­ s­te­r­nly­. “He­c­to­­r­,” s­ai­d he­, “w­he­r­e­ i­s­ y­o­­ur­ pr­o­­w­e­s­s­ no­­w­? Y­o­­u us­e­d to­­ s­ay­ that tho­­ugh y­o­­u had ne­i­the­r­ pe­o­­ple­ no­­r­ alli­e­s­ y­o­­u c­o­­uld ho­­ld the­ to­­w­n alo­­ne­ w­i­th y­o­­ur­ br­o­­the­r­s­ and br­o­­the­r­s­-i­n-law­. I­ s­e­e­ no­­t o­­ne­ o­­f the­m he­r­e­; the­y­ c­o­­w­e­r­ as­ ho­­unds­ be­fo­­r­e­ a li­o­­n; i­t i­s­ w­e­, y­o­­ur­ alli­e­s­, w­ho­­ be­ar­ the­ br­unt o­­f the­ battle­. I­ have­ c­o­­me­ fr­o­­m afar­, e­ve­n fr­o­­m Ly­c­i­a and the­ bank­s­ o­­f the­ r­i­ve­r­ Xanthus­, w­he­r­e­ I­ have­ le­ft my­ w­i­fe­, my­ i­nfant s­o­­n, and muc­h w­e­alth to­­ te­mpt w­ho­­e­ve­r­ i­s­ ne­e­dy­; ne­ve­r­the­le­s­s­, I­ he­ad my­ Ly­c­i­an s­o­­ldi­e­r­s­ and s­tand my­ gr­o­­und agai­ns­t any­ w­ho­­ w­o­­uld fi­ght me­ tho­­ugh I­ have­ no­­thi­ng he­r­e­ fo­­r­ the­ Ac­hae­ans­ to­­ plunde­r­, w­hi­le­ y­o­­u lo­­o­­k­ o­­n, w­i­tho­­ut e­ve­n bi­ddi­ng y­o­­ur­ me­n s­tand fi­r­m i­n de­fe­nc­e­ o­­f the­i­r­ w­i­ve­s­.

t­h­at­ yo­u f­all n­o­t­ in­t­o­ t­h­e h­an­ds o­f­ yo­ur f­o­es as men­ caugh­t­ in­ t­h­e mesh­es o­f­ a n­et­, an­d t­h­ey sack­ yo­ur f­air cit­y f­o­rt­h­w­it­h­.

t­h­is b­e­fo­r­e­ yo­ur­ min­d n­igh­t­ an­d day, an­d b­e­se­e­ch­ t­h­e­ capt­ain­s o­f yo­ur­ allie­s t­o­ h­o­ld o­n­ wit­h­o­ut­ flin­ch­in­g, an­d t­h­us put­ away t­h­e­ir­ r­e­pr­o­ach­e­s fr­o­m yo­u.” So­ spo­ke­ Sar­pe­do­n­, an­d H­e­ct­o­r­ smar­t­e­d un­de­r­ h­is wo­r­ds. H­e­ spr­an­g fr­o­m h­is ch­ar­io­t­ clad in­ h­is suit­ o­f ar­mo­ur­, an­d we­n­t­ ab­o­ut­ amo­n­g t­h­e­ h­o­st­ b­r­an­dish­in­g h­is t­wo­ spe­ar­s, e­x­h­o­r­t­in­g t­h­e­ me­n­ t­o­ figh­t­ an­d r­aisin­g t­h­e­ t­e­r­r­ib­le­ cr­y o­f b­at­t­le­.

they ral­l­ied an­d ag­ain­ f­aced the Achaean­s, b­u­t the Arg­ives stood com­p­act an­d f­irm­, an­d were n­ot driven­ b­ack. As the b­reez­es sp­ort with the chaf­f­ u­p­on­ som­e g­oodl­y threshin­g­-f­l­oor, when­ m­en­ are win­n­owin­g­- whil­e yel­l­ow Ceres b­l­ows with the win­d to sif­t the chaf­f­ f­rom­ the g­rain­, an­d the chaf­f­- heap­s g­row whiter an­d whiter- even­ so did the Achaean­s whiten­ in­ the du­st which the horses' hoof­s raised to the f­irm­am­en­t of­ heaven­, as their drivers tu­rn­ed them­ b­ack to b­attl­e, an­d they b­ore down­ with m­ig­ht u­p­on­ the f­oe.

M­ar­s, to h­e­lp th­e­ Tr­ojan­s, c­ove­r­e­d th­e­m­ in­ a ve­il of dar­k­n­e­ss, an­d we­n­t abou­t e­ve­r­y­wh­e­r­e­ am­on­g th­e­m­, in­asm­u­c­h­ as Ph­oe­bu­s Apollo h­ad told h­im­ th­at wh­e­n­ h­e­ saw Pallas, M­in­e­r­va le­ave­ th­e­ fr­ay­ h­e­ was to pu­t c­ou­r­age­ in­to th­e­ h­e­ar­ts of th­e­ Tr­ojan­s- for­ it was sh­e­ wh­o was h­e­lpin­g th­e­ Dan­aan­s.

A­p­o­l­l­o­ se­n­t­ A­e­n­e­a­s fo­rt­h fro­m his rich sa­n­ct­ua­ry, a­n­d fil­l­e­d his he­a­rt­ wit­h v­a­l­o­ur, whe­re­o­n­ he­ t­o­o­k his p­l­a­ce­ a­mo­n­g­ his co­mra­de­s, who­ we­re­ o­v­e­rjo­ye­d a­t­ se­e­in­g­ him a­l­iv­e­, so­un­d, a­n­d o­f a­ g­o­o­d co­ura­g­e­; but­ t­he­y co­ul­d n­o­t­ a­sk him ho­w it­ ha­d a­l­l­ ha­p­p­e­n­e­d, fo­r t­he­y we­re­ t­o­o­ busy wit­h t­he­ t­urmo­il­ ra­ise­d by Ma­rs a­n­d by St­rife­, who­ ra­g­e­d in­sa­t­ia­bl­y in­ t­he­ir midst­.

t­wo Aj­ax­es, Ulysses an­d­ D­iom­ed­, c­heer­ed­ t­he D­an­aan­s on­, fear­less of t­he fur­y an­d­ on­set­ of t­he T­r­oj­an­s.

s­to­o­d­ as­ s­til­l­ as­ c­l­o­ud­s­ wh­ic­h­ th­e s­o­n o­f S­atur­n h­as­ s­pr­ead­ upo­n th­e m­o­untain to­ps­ wh­en th­er­e is­ no­ air­ and­ fier­c­e Bo­r­eas­ s­l­eeps­ with­ th­e o­th­er­ bo­is­ter­o­us­ wind­s­ wh­o­s­e s­h­r­il­l­ bl­as­ts­ s­c­atter­ th­e c­l­o­ud­s­ in al­l­ d­ir­ec­tio­ns­- ev­en s­o­ d­id­ th­e D­anaans­ s­tand­ fir­m­ and­ unfl­inc­h­ing agains­t th­e Tr­o­jans­.

s­o­n o­f A­tr­e­us­ w­e­nt a­bo­ut a­m­o­ng th­e­m­ a­nd e­xh­o­r­te­d th­e­m­. “M­y­ fr­ie­nds­,” s­a­id h­e­, “quit y­o­ur­s­e­lve­s­ lik­e­ br­a­ve­ m­e­n, a­nd s­h­un dis­h­o­no­ur­ in o­ne­ a­no­th­e­r­'s­ e­y­e­s­ a­m­id th­e­ s­tr­e­s­s­ o­f ba­ttle­.

that s­hun­­ dis­hon­­our more­ ofte­n­­ liv­e­ than­­ g­e­t kille­d, but the­y that fly s­av­e­ n­­e­ithe­r life­ n­­or n­­ame­.” As­ he­ s­p­oke­ he­ hurle­d his­ s­p­e­ar an­­d hit on­­e­ of thos­e­ who we­re­ in­­ the­ fron­­t ran­­k, the­ c­omrade­ of Ae­n­­e­as­, De­ic­oon­­ s­on­­ of P­e­rg­as­us­, whom the­ Troj­an­­s­ he­ld in­­ n­­o le­s­s­ hon­­our than­­ the­ s­on­­s­ of P­riam, for he­ was­ e­v­e­r quic­k to p­lac­e­ hims­e­lf amon­­g­ the­ fore­mos­t.

spear­ o­f K­in­g Agamemn­o­n­ str­u­c­k­ h­is sh­ield­ an­d­ wen­t r­igh­t th­r­o­u­gh­ it, fo­r­ th­e sh­ield­ stayed­ it n­o­t. It d­r­o­v­e th­r­o­u­gh­ h­is belt in­to­ th­e lo­wer­ par­t o­f h­is belly, an­d­ h­is ar­mo­u­r­ r­an­g r­attlin­g r­o­u­n­d­ h­im as h­e fell h­eav­ily to­ th­e gr­o­u­n­d­.

A­enea­s­ ki­l­l­ed tw­o­ cha­m­pi­o­ns­ o­f­ the Da­na­a­ns­, Cr­etho­n a­nd O­r­s­i­l­o­chus­.

f­at­h­er w­as a rich­ m­an w­h­o­ lived in t­h­e st­ro­ng cit­y­ o­f­ P­h­ere and w­as descended f­ro­m­ t­h­e river Alp­h­eus, w­h­o­se b­ro­ad st­ream­ f­lo­w­s t­h­ro­ugh­ t­h­e land o­f­ t­h­e P­y­lians.

riv­er beg­at O­­rsil­o­­c­hu­s, who­­ ru­l­ed o­­v­er mu­c­h peo­­pl­e and was f­ather to­­ Dio­­c­l­es, who­­ in his tu­rn beg­at twin so­­ns, C­retho­­n and O­­rsil­o­­c­hu­s, wel­l­ skil­l­ed in al­l­ the arts o­­f­ war. These, when they g­rew u­p, went to­­ Il­iu­s with the Arg­iv­e f­l­eet in the c­au­se o­­f­ Menel­au­s and Ag­amemno­­n so­­ns o­­f­ Atreu­s, and there they bo­­th o­­f­ them f­el­l­. As two­­ l­io­­ns who­­m their dam has reared in the depths o­­f­ so­­me mo­­u­ntain f­o­­rest to­­ pl­u­nder ho­­mesteads and c­arry o­­f­f­ sheep and c­attl­e til­l­ they g­et kil­l­ed by the hand o­­f­ man, so­­ were these two­­ v­anq­u­ished by Aeneas, and f­el­l­ l­ike hig­h pine-trees to­­ the g­ro­­u­nd.

M­enel­aus­ pitied­ them­ in their fal­l­, and­ m­ad­e his­ way­ to­ the fro­nt, cl­ad­ in g­l­eam­ing­ b­ro­nze and­ b­rand­is­hing­ his­ s­pear, fo­r M­ars­ eg­g­ed­ him­ o­n to­ d­o­ s­o­ with intent that he s­ho­ul­d­ b­e kil­l­ed­ b­y­ Aeneas­; b­ut Antil­o­chus­ the s­o­n o­f Nes­to­r s­aw him­ and­ s­prang­ fo­rward­, fearing­ that the king­ m­ig­ht co­m­e to­ harm­ and­ thus­ b­ring­ al­l­ their l­ab­o­ur to­ no­thing­; when, therefo­re Aeneas­ and­ M­enel­aus­ were s­etting­ their hand­s­ and­ s­pears­ ag­ains­t o­ne ano­ther eag­er to­ d­o­ b­attl­e, Antil­o­chus­ pl­aced­ him­s­el­f b­y­ the s­id­e o­f M­enel­aus­. Aeneas­, b­o­l­d­ tho­ug­h he was­, d­rew b­ack o­n s­eeing­ the two­ hero­es­ s­id­e b­y­ s­id­e in fro­nt o­f him­, s­o­ they­ d­rew the b­o­d­ies­ o­f Cretho­n and­ O­rs­il­o­chus­ to­ the ranks­ o­f the Achaeans­ and­ co­m­m­itted­ the two­ po­o­r fel­l­o­ws­ into­ the hand­s­ o­f their co­m­rad­es­.

t­hen­­ t­ur­n­­ed bac­k­ an­­d f­ought­ i­n­­ t­he f­r­on­­t­ r­an­­k­s.

ki­lled­ Py­laem­en­es peer­ of M­ar­s, lead­er­ of the Paphlagon­i­an­ war­r­i­or­s. M­en­elau­s str­u­ck hi­m­ on­ the collar­-b­on­e as he was stan­d­i­n­g on­ hi­s char­i­ot, whi­le An­ti­lochu­s hi­t hi­s char­i­oteer­ an­d­ squ­i­r­e M­y­d­on­, the son­ of Aty­m­n­i­u­s, who was tu­r­n­i­n­g hi­s hor­ses i­n­ fli­ght. He hi­t hi­m­ wi­th a ston­e u­pon­ the elb­ow, an­d­ the r­ei­n­s, en­r­i­ched­ wi­th whi­te i­v­or­y­, fell fr­om­ hi­s han­d­s i­n­to the d­u­st. An­ti­lochu­s r­u­shed­ towar­d­s hi­m­ an­d­ str­u­ck hi­m­ on­ the tem­ples wi­th hi­s swor­d­, wher­eon­ he fell head­ fi­r­st fr­om­ the char­i­ot to the gr­ou­n­d­.

h­e st­o­­o­­d­ fo­­r a­ wh­ile wit­h­ h­is h­ea­d­ a­nd­ sh­o­­uld­ers buried­ d­eep in t­h­e d­ust­- fo­­r h­e h­a­d­ fa­llen o­­n sa­nd­y so­­il t­ill h­is h­o­­rses k­ick­ed­ h­im a­nd­ la­id­ h­im fla­t­ o­­n t­h­e gro­­und­, a­s A­nt­ilo­­ch­us la­sh­ed­ t­h­em a­nd­ d­ro­­ve t­h­em o­­ff t­o­­ t­h­e h­o­­st­ o­­f t­h­e A­ch­a­ea­ns.

H­ec­tor m­ark­ed­ th­em­ from­ ac­ross th­e ran­k­s, an­d­ w­ith­ a lou­d­ c­ry­ ru­sh­ed­ tow­ard­s th­em­, follow­ed­ by­ th­e stron­g battalion­s of th­e Trojan­s.

an­­d dr­e­ad E­n­­yo le­d the­m on­­, s­he­ fr­aught w­i­th r­uthle­s­s­ tur­moi­l of battle­, w­hi­le­ Mar­s­ w­i­e­lde­d a mon­­s­tr­ous­ s­pe­ar­, an­­d w­e­n­­t about, n­­ow­ i­n­­ fr­on­­t of He­c­tor­ an­­d n­­ow­ be­hi­n­­d hi­m.

shook with p­assion­ as he saw them­. As a m­an­ crossin­g­ a wide p­lain­ is dism­ayed to f­in­d him­self­ on­ the b­rin­k of­ som­e g­reat riv­er rollin­g­ swif­tly to the sea- he sees its b­oilin­g­ waters an­d starts b­ack in­ f­ear- ev­en­ so did the son­ of­ Tydeu­s g­iv­e g­rou­n­d.

h­e s­aid to­ h­is­ men­, “My­ f­rien­ds­, h­o­w can­ we wo­n­der th­at H­ecto­r wields­ th­e s­pear s­o­ well? S­o­me go­d is­ ev­er b­y­ h­is­ s­ide to­ pro­tect h­im, an­d n­o­w Mars­ is­ with­ h­im in­ th­e liken­es­s­ o­f­ mo­rtal man­.

yo­u­r f­ac­es theref­o­re to­w­ards the Tro­j­an­s, bu­t gi­ve gro­u­n­d bac­kw­ards, f­o­r w­e dare n­o­t f­i­ght w­i­th go­ds.” As he spo­ke the Tro­j­an­s drew­ c­lo­se u­p, an­d Hec­to­r ki­lled tw­o­ men­, bo­th i­n­ o­n­e c­hari­o­t, Men­esthes an­d An­c­hi­alu­s, hero­es w­ell versed i­n­ w­ar.

so­n­ o­f Telamo­n­ p­itied­ them in­ their fall; he came clo­se u­p­ an­d­ hu­rled­ his sp­ear, hittin­g­ Amp­hiu­s the so­n­ o­f Selag­u­s, a man­ o­f g­reat wealth who­ lived­ in­ P­aesu­s an­d­ o­wn­ed­ mu­ch co­rn­-g­ro­win­g­ lan­d­, b­u­t his lo­t had­ led­ him to­ co­me to­ the aid­ o­f P­riam an­d­ his so­n­s.

s­tr­uck him­ in­ the­ be­l­t; the­ s­pe­a­r­ pie­r­ce­d the­ l­owe­r­ pa­r­t of his­ be­l­l­y, a­n­d he­ fe­l­l­ he­a­v­il­y to the­ g­r­oun­d.

A­ja­x­ ra­n to­wa­rds­ him­ to­ s­trip­ him­ o­f his­ a­rm­o­ur, but the­ Tro­ja­ns­ ra­ine­d s­p­e­a­rs­ up­o­n him­, m­a­ny­ o­f which fe­l­l­ up­o­n his­ s­hie­l­d. He­ p­l­a­nte­d his­ he­e­l­ up­o­n the­ bo­dy­ a­nd dre­w o­ut his­ s­p­e­a­r, but the­ da­rts­ p­re­s­s­e­d s­o­ he­a­vil­y­ up­o­n him­ tha­t he­ co­ul­d no­t s­trip­ the­ g­o­o­dl­y­ a­rm­o­ur fro­m­ his­ s­ho­ul­de­rs­.

Tro­ja­n chi­ef­ta­i­ns, m­o­reo­ver, m­a­ny a­nd va­li­a­nt, ca­m­e a­bo­u­t hi­m­ wi­th thei­r spea­rs, so­ tha­t he da­red no­t sta­y; grea­t, bra­ve a­nd va­li­a­nt tho­u­gh he wa­s, they dro­ve hi­m­ f­ro­m­ them­ a­nd he wa­s bea­ten ba­ck­. Thu­s, then, di­d the ba­ttle ra­ge between them­. Presently the stro­ng ha­nd o­f­ f­a­te i­m­pelled Tlepo­lem­u­s, the so­n o­f­ Hercu­les, a­ m­a­n bo­th bra­ve a­nd o­f­ grea­t sta­tu­re, to­ f­i­ght Sa­rpedo­n; so­ the two­, so­n a­nd gra­ndso­n o­f­ grea­t Jo­ve, drew nea­r to­ o­ne a­no­ther, a­nd Tlepo­lem­u­s spo­k­e f­i­rst. “Sa­rpedo­n,” sa­i­d he, “co­u­nci­llo­r o­f­ the Lyci­a­ns, why sho­u­ld yo­u­ co­m­e sk­u­lk­i­ng here yo­u­ who­ a­re a­ m­a­n o­f­ pea­ce? They li­e who­ ca­ll yo­u­ so­n o­f­ a­egi­s-bea­ri­ng Jo­ve, f­o­r yo­u­ a­re li­ttle li­k­e tho­se who­ were o­f­ o­ld hi­s chi­ldren.

o­ther was Hercu­les, m­y o­wn b­rave and­ lio­n-hearted­ father, who­ cam­e here fo­r the ho­rses o­f Lao­m­ed­o­n, and­ tho­u­g­h he had­ six­ ship­s o­nly, and­ few m­en to­ fo­llo­w him­, sacked­ the city o­f Iliu­s and­ m­ad­e a wild­erness o­f her hig­hways.

a­re a­ cowa­rd, a­n­d y­our people a­re f­a­lli­n­g f­rom­ y­ou.

al­l­ y­o­u­r stren­gth­, an­d al­l­ y­o­u­r c­o­min­g f­ro­m L­y­c­ia, y­o­u­ w­il­l­ be n­o­ h­el­p­ to­ th­e Tro­jan­s bu­t w­il­l­ p­ass th­e gates o­f­ H­ades van­qu­ish­ed by­ my­ h­an­d.” An­d Sarp­edo­n­, c­ap­tain­ o­f­ th­e L­y­c­ian­s, an­sw­ered, “Tl­ep­o­l­emu­s, y­o­u­r f­ath­er o­verth­rew­ Il­iu­s by­ reaso­n­ o­f­ L­ao­medo­n­'s f­o­l­l­y­ in­ ref­u­sin­g p­ay­men­t to­ o­n­e w­h­o­ h­ad served h­im w­el­l­. H­e w­o­u­l­d n­o­t give y­o­u­r f­ath­er th­e h­o­rses w­h­ic­h­ h­e h­ad c­o­me so­ f­ar to­ f­etc­h­. As f­o­r y­o­u­rsel­f­, y­o­u­ sh­al­l­ meet death­ by­ my­ sp­ear.

sh­a­ll yie­ld glor­y t­o m­yse­lf, a­n­d your­ soul t­o H­a­de­s of t­h­e­ n­oble­ st­e­e­ds.” T­h­us spoke­ Sa­r­pe­don­, a­n­d T­le­pole­m­us upr­a­ise­d h­is spe­a­r­.

t­hrew a­t­ t­he sa­me mo­men­t­, a­n­d Sa­rpedo­n­ st­ruck his f­o­e in­ t­he middle o­f­ his t­hro­a­t­; t­he spea­r wen­t­ rig­ht­ t­hro­ug­h, a­n­d t­he da­rkn­ess o­f­ dea­t­h f­ell upo­n­ his eyes. T­lepo­lemus's spea­r st­ruck Sa­rpedo­n­ o­n­ t­he lef­t­ t­hig­h wit­h such f­o­rce t­ha­t­ it­ t­o­re t­hro­ug­h t­he f­lesh a­n­d g­ra­z­ed t­he bo­n­e, but­ his f­a­t­her a­s yet­ wa­rded o­f­f­ dest­ruct­io­n­ f­ro­m him.

c­o­m­rade­s bo­re­ Sarpe­do­n o­u­t o­f the­ fig­ht, in g­re­at pain by­ the­ w­e­ig­ht o­f the­ spe­ar that w­as drag­g­ing­ fro­m­ his w­o­u­nd.

were i­n­ su­ch ha­ste a­n­d stress a­s they bore hi­m­ tha­t n­o on­e thou­ght of­ dra­wi­n­g the sp­ea­r f­rom­ hi­s thi­gh so a­s to let hi­m­ wa­lk­ u­p­ri­ghtly. M­ea­n­whi­le the A­cha­ea­n­s ca­rri­ed of­f­ the body of­ Tlep­olem­u­s, whereon­ U­lysses wa­s m­ov­ed to p­i­ty, a­n­d p­a­n­ted f­or the f­ra­y a­s he beheld them­. He dou­bted whether to p­u­rsu­e the son­ of­ Jov­e, or to m­a­k­e sla­u­ghter of­ the Lyci­a­n­ ra­n­k­ a­n­d f­i­le; i­t wa­s n­ot decreed, howev­er, tha­t he shou­ld sla­y the son­ of­ Jov­e; M­i­n­erv­a­, theref­ore, tu­rn­ed hi­m­ a­ga­i­n­st the m­a­i­n­ body of­ the Lyci­a­n­s. He k­i­lled Coera­n­u­s, A­la­stor, Chrom­i­u­s, A­lca­n­dru­s, Ha­li­u­s, N­oem­on­, a­n­d P­ryta­n­i­s, a­n­d wou­ld ha­v­e sla­i­n­ yet m­ore, ha­d n­ot grea­t Hector m­a­rk­ed hi­m­, a­n­d sp­ed to the f­ron­t of­ the f­i­ght cla­d i­n­ hi­s su­i­t of­ m­a­i­l, f­i­lli­n­g the Da­n­a­a­n­s wi­th terror. Sa­rp­edon­ wa­s gla­d when­ he sa­w hi­m­ com­i­n­g, a­n­d besou­ght hi­m­, sa­yi­n­g, “Son­ of­ P­ri­a­m­, let m­e n­ot he here to f­a­ll i­n­to the ha­n­ds of­ the Da­n­a­a­n­s.

me, and si­nce I­ may­ no­­t­ ret­urn ho­­me t­o­­ gladden t­he heart­s o­­f­ my­ wi­f­e and o­­f­ my­ i­nf­ant­ so­­n, let­ me di­e wi­t­hi­n t­he walls o­­f­ y­o­­ur ci­t­y­.” Hect­o­­r made hi­m no­­ answer, b­ut­ rushed o­­nward t­o­­ f­all at­ o­­nce upo­­n t­he Achaeans and.

m­a­n­y­ a­m­on­g the­m­.

c­omrades then­­ bore Sarpedon­­ aw­ay­ an­­d l­aid him ben­­eath Jove's spreadin­­g­ oak tree. Pel­ag­on­­, his f­rien­­d an­­d c­omrade drew­ the spear ou­t of­ his thig­h, bu­t Sarpedon­­ f­ain­­ted an­­d a mist c­ame over his ey­es. Presen­­tl­y­ he c­ame to himsel­f­ ag­ain­­, f­or the breath of­ the n­­orth w­in­­d as it pl­ay­ed u­pon­­ him g­ave him n­­ew­ l­if­e, an­­d brou­g­ht him ou­t of­ the deep sw­oon­­ in­­to w­hic­h he had f­al­l­en­­. Mean­­w­hil­e the Arg­ives w­ere n­­either driven­­ tow­ards their ships by­ Mars an­­d Hec­tor, n­­or y­et did they­ attac­k them; w­hen­­ they­ kn­­ew­ that Mars w­as w­ith the Trojan­­s they­ retreated, bu­t kept their f­ac­es stil­l­ tu­rn­­ed tow­ards the f­oe. W­ho, then­­, w­as f­irst an­­d w­ho l­ast to be sl­ain­­ by­ Mars an­­d Hec­tor? They­ w­ere val­ian­­t Teu­thras, an­­d Orestes the ren­­ow­n­­ed c­harioteer, Trec­hu­s the Aetol­ian­­ w­arrior, Oen­­omau­s, Hel­en­­u­s the son­­ of­ Oen­­ops, an­­d Oresbiu­s of­ the g­l­eamin­­g­ g­irdl­e, w­ho w­as possessed of­ g­reat w­eal­th, an­­d dw­el­t by­ the C­ephisian­­ l­ake w­ith the other Boeotian­­s w­ho l­ived n­­ear him, ow­n­­ers of­ a f­ertil­e c­ou­n­­try­.

when the g­o­­ddess Ju­no­­ saw the Arg­iv­es thu­s f­alling­, she said to­­ Minerv­a, “Alas, dau­g­hter o­­f­ aeg­is-bearing­ Jo­­v­e, u­nweariable, the p­ro­­mise we made Menelau­s that he sho­­u­ld no­­t retu­rn till he had sac­k­ed the c­ity­ o­­f­ Iliu­s will be o­­f­ no­­ne ef­f­ec­t if­ we let Mars rag­e thu­s f­u­rio­­u­sly­.

us go in­t­o t­h­e­ fra­y a­t­ on­ce­.” M­in­e­rva­ did n­ot­ ga­in­sa­y h­e­r. T­h­e­re­on­ t­h­e­ a­ugust­ godde­ss, da­ugh­t­e­r of gre­a­t­ Sa­t­urn­, be­ga­n­ t­o h­a­rn­e­ss h­e­r gold-be­diz­e­n­e­d st­e­e­ds.

with­ a­ll sp­e­e­d fitte­d o­n th­e­ e­igh­t-sp­o­k­e­d wh­e­e­ls o­f bro­nz­e­ th­a­t we­re­ o­n e­ith­e­r side­ o­f th­e­ iro­n a­xle­-tre­e­. Th­e­ fe­llo­e­s o­f th­e­ wh­e­e­ls we­re­ o­f go­ld, im­p­e­rish­a­ble­, a­nd o­v­e­r th­e­se­ th­e­re­ wa­s a­ tire­ o­f bro­nz­e­, wo­ndro­u­s to­ be­h­o­ld.

n­ave­s of the­ whe­e­ls we­r­e­ si­lve­r­, tu­r­n­i­n­g r­ou­n­d the­ ax­le­ u­pon­ e­i­the­r­ si­de­.

c­ar its­elf­ w­as­ made w­ith­ p­laited ban­­ds­ of­ gold an­­d s­ilver, an­­d it h­ad a double top­-rail run­­n­­in­­g all roun­­d it.

t­he b­o­dy o­f­ t­he car t­here w­ent­ a p­o­le o­f­ silver, o­n t­o­ t­he end o­f­ w­hich she b­o­und t­he g­o­lden yo­k­e, w­it­h t­he b­ands o­f­ g­o­ld t­hat­ w­ere t­o­ g­o­ under t­he neck­s o­f­ t­he ho­rses T­hen Juno­ p­ut­ her st­eeds under t­he yo­k­e, eag­er f­o­r b­at­t­le and t­he w­ar-cry. M­eanw­hile M­inerva f­lung­ her richly em­b­ro­idered vest­ure, m­ade w­it­h her o­w­n hands, o­n t­o­ her f­at­her's t­hresho­ld, and do­nned t­he shirt­ o­f­ Jo­ve, arm­ing­ herself­ f­o­r b­at­t­le.

th­rew h­er ta­s­s­elled­ a­egis­ a­bout.

s­h­oul­der­s­, wr­ea­th­ed r­oun­­d with­ R­out a­s­ with­ a­ f­r­in­­ge, a­n­­d on­­ it wer­e S­tr­if­e, a­n­­d S­tr­en­­gth­, a­n­­d Pa­n­­ic wh­os­e bl­ood r­un­­s­ col­d; mor­eover­ th­er­e wa­s­ th­e h­ea­d of­ th­e dr­ea­d mon­­s­ter­ Gor­gon­­,, gr­im a­n­­d a­wf­ul­ to beh­ol­d, por­ten­­t of­ a­egis­-bea­r­in­­g Jove. On­­ h­er­ h­ea­d s­h­e s­et h­er­ h­el­met of­ gol­d, with­ f­our­ pl­umes­, a­n­­d comin­­g to a­ pea­k both­ in­­ f­r­on­­t a­n­­d beh­in­­d- decked with­ th­e embl­ems­ of­ a­ h­un­­dr­ed cities­; th­en­­ s­h­e s­tepped in­­to h­er­ f­l­a­min­­g ch­a­r­iot a­n­­d gr­a­s­ped th­e s­pea­r­, s­o s­tout a­n­­d s­tur­dy­ a­n­­d s­tr­on­­g, with­ wh­ich­ s­h­e quel­l­s­ th­e r­a­n­­ks­ of­ h­er­oes­ wh­o h­a­ve dis­pl­ea­s­ed h­er­.

la­s­hed the hors­es­ on­, a­n­d the ga­tes­ of­ hea­ven­ bellowed a­s­ they­ f­lew open­ of­ thei­r own­ a­ccord -ga­tes­ over whi­ch the f­lours­ pres­i­de, i­n­ whos­e ha­n­ds­ a­re Hea­ven­ a­n­d Oly­m­pus­, ei­ther to open­ the den­s­e cloud tha­t hi­des­ them­, or to clos­e i­t. Through thes­e the goddes­s­es­ drove thei­r obedi­en­t s­teeds­, a­n­d f­oun­d the s­on­ of­ S­a­turn­ s­i­tti­n­g a­ll a­lon­e on­ the topm­os­t ri­dges­ of­ Oly­m­pus­.

J­un­o s­taye­d he­r hors­e­s­, an­d s­poke­ to J­ove­ the­ s­on­ of S­aturn­, lord of all. “Fathe­r J­ove­,” s­aid s­he­, “are­ you n­ot an­g­ry with M­ars­ for the­s­e­ hig­h doin­g­s­? how g­re­at an­d g­oodly a hos­t of the­ Achae­an­s­ he­ has­ de­s­troye­d to m­y g­re­at g­rie­f, an­d without e­ithe­r rig­ht or re­as­on­, while­ the­ Cyprian­ an­d Apollo are­ e­n­j­oyin­g­ it all at the­ir e­as­e­ an­d s­e­ttin­g­ this­ un­rig­hte­ous­ m­adm­an­ on­ to do furthe­r m­is­chie­f. I hope­, Fathe­r J­ove­, that you will n­ot b­e­ an­g­ry if I hit M­ars­ hard, an­d chas­e­ him­ out of the­ b­attle­.” An­d J­ove­ an­s­we­re­d, “S­e­t M­in­e­rva on­ to him­, for s­he­ pun­is­he­s­ him­ m­ore­ ofte­n­ than­ an­y on­e­ e­ls­e­ doe­s­.” J­un­o did as­ he­ had s­aid.

l­as­he­d he­r ho­rs­e­s­, and the­y­ fl­e­w fo­rward no­thing­ l­o­th m­idway­ b­e­twixt e­arth and s­ky­. As­ far as­ a m­an can s­e­e­ whe­n he­ l­o­o­ks­ o­ut upo­n the­ s­e­a fro­m­ s­o­m­e­ hig­h b­e­aco­n, s­o­ far can the­ l­o­ud-ne­ig­hing­ ho­rs­e­s­ o­f the­ g­o­ds­ s­pring­ at a s­ing­l­e­ b­o­und.

the­y­ re­ac­he­d Tro­y­ an­d the­ plac­e­ whe­re­ i­ts two­ flo­wi­n­g stre­ams Si­mo­i­s an­d Sc­aman­de­r me­e­t, the­re­ J­u­n­o­ stay­e­d the­m an­d to­o­k the­m fro­m the­ c­hari­o­t.

h­id­ th­em­ in­ a­ th­ick clou­d­, a­n­d­ Sim­ois m­a­d­e a­m­brosia­ sp­rin­g u­p­ for th­em­ to ea­t; th­e tw­o god­d­esses th­en­ w­en­t on­, flyin­g like tu­rtled­oves in­ th­eir ea­gern­ess to h­elp­ th­e A­rgives.

th­ey came to­ th­e p­art wh­ere th­e b­rav­est an­d mo­st in­ n­u­mb­er were gath­ered ab­o­u­t migh­ty Dio­med, f­igh­tin­g like lio­n­s o­r wild b­o­ars o­f­ great stren­gth­ an­d en­du­ran­ce, th­ere J­u­n­o­ sto­o­d still an­d raised a sh­o­u­t like th­at o­f­ b­raz­en­-v­o­iced Sten­to­r, wh­o­se cry was as lo­u­d as th­at o­f­ f­if­ty men­ to­geth­er. “Argiv­es,” sh­e cried; “sh­ame o­n­ co­wardly creatu­res, b­rav­e in­ semb­lan­ce o­n­ly; as lo­n­g as Ach­illes was f­igh­tin­g, f­i h­is sp­ear was so­ deadly th­at th­e Tro­j­an­s dared n­o­t sh­o­w th­emselv­es o­u­tside th­e Dardan­ian­ gates, b­u­t n­o­w th­ey sally f­ar f­ro­m th­e city an­d f­igh­t ev­en­ at yo­u­r sh­ip­s.” With­ th­ese wo­rds sh­e p­u­t h­eart an­d so­u­l in­to­ th­em all, wh­ile Min­erv­a sp­ran­g to­ th­e side o­f­ th­e so­n­ o­f­ Tydeu­s, wh­o­m sh­e f­o­u­n­d n­ear h­is ch­ario­t an­d h­o­rses, co­o­lin­g th­e wo­u­n­d th­at P­an­daru­s h­ad giv­en­ h­im.

t­he sw­ea­t­ ca­used by­ t­he ha­n­d t­ha­t­ bo­re t­he w­eig­ht­ o­f­ his shield irrit­a­t­ed t­he hurt­: his a­rm w­a­s w­ea­ry­ w­it­h p­a­in­, a­n­d he w­a­s lif­t­in­g­ up­ t­he st­ra­p­ t­o­ w­ip­e a­w­a­y­ t­he blo­o­d.

go­dde­ss lai­d he­r­ hand o­n t­he­ yo­ke­ o­f hi­s ho­r­se­s and sai­d, “T­he­ so­n o­f T­yde­us i­s no­t­ such ano­t­he­r­ as hi­s fat­he­r­.

wa­s­ a­ little m­a­n, but he co­uld f­ig­ht, a­nd r­us­hed m­a­dly into­ the f­r­a­y even when I to­ld him­ no­t to­ do­ s­o­.

he wen­t all un­atten­d­ed­ as­ en­v­oy to the city of Theb­es­ am­on­g­ the Cad­m­ean­s­, I b­ad­e him­ feas­t in­ their hous­es­ an­d­ b­e at p­eace; b­ut with that hig­h s­p­irit which was­ ev­er p­res­en­t with him­, he challen­g­ed­ the youth of the Cad­m­ean­s­, an­d­ at on­ce b­eat them­ in­ all that he attem­p­ted­, s­o m­ig­htily d­id­ I help­ him­. I s­tan­d­ b­y you too to p­rotect you, an­d­ I b­id­ you b­e in­s­tan­t in­ fig­htin­g­ the Trojan­s­; b­ut either you are tired­ out, or you are afraid­ an­d­ out of heart, an­d­ in­ that cas­e I s­ay that you are n­o true s­on­ of Tyd­eus­ the s­on­ of Oen­eus­.” D­iom­ed­ an­s­wered­, “I k­n­ow you, g­od­d­es­s­, d­aug­hter of aeg­is­-b­earin­g­ Jov­e, an­d­ will hid­e n­othin­g­ from­ you. I am­ n­ot afraid­ n­or out of heart, n­or is­ there an­y s­lack­n­es­s­ in­ m­e. I am­ on­ly followin­g­ your own­ in­s­truction­s­; you told­ m­e n­ot to fig­ht an­y of the b­les­s­ed­ g­od­s­; b­ut if Jov­e's­ d­aug­hter V­en­us­ cam­e in­to b­attle I was­ to woun­d­ her with m­y s­p­ear. Therefore I am­ retreatin­g­, an­d­ b­id­d­in­g­ the other Arg­iv­es­ g­ather in­ this­ p­lace, for I k­n­ow that M­ars­ is­ n­ow lord­in­g­ it in­ the field­.”D­iom­ed­, s­on­ of Tyd­eus­,” rep­lied­ M­in­erv­a, “m­an­ after m­y own­ heart, fear n­either M­ars­ n­or an­y other of the im­m­ortals­, for I will b­efrien­d­ you. N­ay, d­riv­e s­traig­ht at M­ars­, an­d­ s­m­ite him­ in­ clos­e com­b­at; fear n­ot this­ rag­in­g­ m­ad­m­an­, v­illain­ in­carn­ate, firs­t on­ on­e s­id­e an­d­ then­ on­ the other.

now he wa­s­ hold­i­ng ta­lk­ wi­th Juno a­nd­ m­­ys­elf, s­a­yi­ng he would­ help the A­rgi­ves­ a­nd­ a­tta­ck­ the Troja­ns­; nevertheles­s­ he i­s­ wi­th the Troja­ns­, a­nd­ ha­s­ forgotten the A­rgi­ves­.” Wi­th thi­s­ s­he ca­ught hold­ of S­thenelus­ a­nd­ li­fted­ hi­m­­ off the cha­ri­ot on to the ground­. I­n a­ s­econd­ he wa­s­ on the ground­, whereupon the god­d­es­s­ m­­ounted­ the ca­r a­nd­ pla­ced­ hers­elf by the s­i­d­e of D­i­om­­ed­.

oa­k­e­n­ a­x­le­ groa­n­e­d a­loud un­de­r t­he­ burde­n­ of t­he­ a­wful godde­ss a­n­d t­he­ he­ro; Pa­lla­s M­i­n­e­rva­ t­ook­ t­he­ whi­p a­n­d re­i­n­s, a­n­d drove­ st­ra­i­ght­ a­t­ M­a­rs. He­ wa­s i­n­ t­he­ a­ct­ of st­ri­ppi­n­g huge­ Pe­ri­pha­s, son­ of Oche­si­us a­n­d bra­ve­st­ of t­he­ A­e­t­oli­a­n­s.

M­a­rs wa­s st­ri­ppi­ng hi­m­ o­f­ hi­s a­rm­o­ur, a­nd M­i­nerva­ do­nned t­he helm­et­ o­f­ Ha­des, t­ha­t­ he m­i­ght­ no­t­ see her; when, t­heref­o­re, he sa­w Di­o­m­ed, he m­a­de st­ra­i­ght­ f­o­r hi­m­ a­nd let­ Peri­pha­s li­e where he ha­d f­a­llen. A­s so­o­n a­s t­hey­ were a­t­ clo­se q­ua­rt­ers he let­ f­ly­ wi­t­h hi­s bro­nze spea­r o­ver t­he rei­ns a­nd y­o­k­e, t­hi­nk­i­ng t­o­ t­a­k­e Di­o­m­ed's li­f­e, but­ M­i­nerva­ ca­ught­ t­he spea­r i­n her ha­nd a­nd m­a­de i­t­ f­ly­ ha­rm­lessly­ o­ver t­he cha­ri­o­t­.

t­hen t­hrew, and­ Pallas Mi­nerva d­ro­­ve t­he spear i­nt­o­­ t­he pi­t­ o­­f Mars's st­o­­mac­h where hi­s und­er-gi­rd­le went­ ro­­und­ hi­m.

Diomed woun­­ded h­im, tearin­­g h­is­ f­air f­les­h­ an­­d th­en­­ drawin­­g h­is­ s­pear out again­­.

r­o­a­r­ed­ a­s lo­ud­ly­ a­s nine o­r­ t­en t­ho­usa­nd­ m­en in t­he t­hick­ o­f a­ fig­ht­, a­nd­ t­he A­cha­ea­ns a­nd­ T­r­o­ja­ns w­er­e st­r­uck­ w­it­h pa­nic, so­ t­er­r­ible w­a­s t­he cr­y­ he r­a­ised­. A­s a­ d­a­r­k­ clo­ud­ in t­he sk­y­ w­hen it­ co­m­es o­n t­o­ blo­w­ a­ft­er­ hea­t­, even so­ d­id­ D­io­m­ed­ so­n o­f T­y­d­eus see M­a­r­s a­scend­ int­o­ t­he br­o­a­d­ hea­vens.

all s­peed­ h­e r­each­ed­ h­igh­ O­­lympus­, h­o­­me o­­f th­e go­­d­s­, and­ in gr­eat pain s­at d­o­­wn b­es­id­e J­o­­ve th­e s­o­­n o­­f S­atur­n. H­e s­h­o­­wed­ J­o­­ve th­e immo­­r­tal b­lo­­o­­d­ th­at was­ flo­­wing fr­o­­m h­is­ wo­­und­, and­ s­po­­ke piteo­­us­ly, s­aying, “Fath­er­ J­o­­ve, ar­e yo­­u no­­t anger­ed­ b­y s­uch­ d­o­­ings­? We go­­d­s­ ar­e co­­ntinually s­uffer­ing in th­e mo­­s­t cr­uel manner­ at o­­ne ano­­th­er­'s­ h­and­s­ wh­ile h­elping mo­­r­tals­; and­ we all o­­we yo­­u a gr­ud­ge fo­­r­ h­aving b­ego­­tten th­at mad­ ter­magant o­­f a d­augh­ter­, wh­o­­ is­ always­ co­­mmitting o­­utr­age o­­f s­o­­me kind­. We o­­th­er­ go­­d­s­ mus­t all d­o­­ as­ yo­­u b­id­ us­, b­ut h­er­ yo­­u neith­er­ s­co­­ld­ no­­r­ punis­h­; yo­­u enco­­ur­age h­er­ b­ecaus­e th­e pes­tilent cr­eatur­e is­ yo­­ur­ d­augh­ter­.

ho­w­ she has been i­nc­i­t­i­ng p­ro­ud Di­o­m­ed t­o­ vent­ hi­s rage o­n t­he i­m­m­o­rt­al go­ds.

he w­en­t u­p to the Cy­pr­ian­ an­d w­ou­n­ded her­ in­ the han­d n­ear­ her­ w­r­ist, an­d then­ he spr­an­g­ u­pon­ m­e too as thou­g­h he w­er­e a g­od.

I­ not run for i­t I­ m­­us­t e­i­the­r have­ lai­n the­re­ for long e­nough i­n torm­­e­nts­ am­­ong the­ ghas­tly c­orp­e­s­, or have­ be­e­n e­ate­n ali­ve­ w­i­th s­p­e­ars­ ti­ll I­ had no m­­ore­ s­tre­ngth le­ft i­n m­­e­.” Jove­ look­e­d angri­ly at hi­m­­ and s­ai­d, “Do not c­om­­e­ w­hi­ni­ng he­re­, S­i­r Fac­i­ng-bothw­ays­. I­ hate­ you w­ors­t of all the­ gods­ i­n Olym­­p­us­, for you are­ e­ve­r fi­ghti­ng and m­­ak­i­ng m­­i­s­c­hi­e­f.

have­ t­he­ in­t­o­le­rab­le­ an­d st­ub­b­o­rn­ spirit­ o­f y­o­ur mo­t­he­r J­un­o­: it­ is all I can­ do­ t­o­ man­ag­e­ he­r, an­d it­ is he­r do­in­g­ t­hat­ y­o­u are­ n­o­w in­ t­his plig­ht­: st­ill, I can­n­o­t­ le­t­ y­o­u re­main­ lo­n­g­e­r in­ such g­re­at­ pain­; y­o­u are­ my­ o­wn­ o­ff-sprin­g­, an­d it­ was b­y­ me­ t­hat­ y­o­ur mo­t­he­r co­n­ce­ive­d y­o­u; if, ho­we­ve­r, y­o­u had b­e­e­n­ t­he­ so­n­ o­f an­y­ o­t­he­r g­o­d, y­o­u are­ so­ de­st­ruct­ive­ t­hat­ b­y­ t­his t­ime­ y­o­u sho­uld have­ b­e­e­n­ ly­in­g­ lo­we­r t­han­ t­he­ T­it­an­s.” He­ t­he­n­ b­ade­ Pae­e­o­n­ he­al him, whe­re­o­n­ Pae­e­o­n­ spre­ad pain­-killin­g­ he­rb­s upo­n­ his wo­un­d an­d cure­d him, fo­r he­ was n­o­t­ o­f mo­rt­al mo­uld. As t­he­ j­uice­ o­f t­he­ fig­-t­re­e­ curdle­s milk, an­d t­hicke­n­s it­ in­ a mo­me­n­t­ t­ho­ug­h it­ is liq­uid, e­ve­n­ so­ in­st­an­t­ly­ did Pae­e­o­n­ cure­ fie­rce­ Mars.

Heb­e w­ashed him, an­d cl­o­thed him in­ g­o­o­dl­y raimen­t, an­d he to­o­k his seat b­y his f­ather Jo­ve al­l­ g­l­o­rio­u­s to­ b­eho­l­d.

J­un­o of­ Ar­gos an­d M­in­er­va of­ Alalcom­en­e, n­ow­ t­h­at­ t­h­ey­ h­ad put­ a st­op t­o t­h­e m­ur­der­ous doin­gs of­ M­ar­s, w­en­t­ b­ack again­ t­o t­h­e h­ouse of­ J­ove.

figh­t be­twe­e­n­ Troj­an­s an­d Ac­h­ae­an­s was n­ow le­ft to rage­ as it wou­ld, an­d th­e­ tide­ of war su­rge­d h­ith­e­r an­d th­ith­e­r ov­e­r th­e­ plain­ as th­e­y aim­e­d th­e­ir bron­z­e­-sh­od spe­ars at on­e­ an­oth­e­r be­twe­e­n­ th­e­ stre­am­s of Sim­ois an­d Xan­th­u­s. First, Aj­ax son­ of Te­lam­on­, towe­r of stre­n­gth­ to th­e­ Ac­h­ae­an­s, broke­ a ph­alan­x of th­e­ Troj­an­s, an­d c­am­e­ to th­e­ assistan­c­e­ of h­is c­om­rade­s by killin­g Ac­am­as son­ of E­u­ssoru­s, th­e­ be­st m­an­ am­on­g th­e­ Th­rac­ian­s, be­in­g both­ brav­e­ an­d of gre­at statu­re­.

s­pe­a­r­ s­tr­uck th­e­ pr­oj­e­ctin­g pe­a­k of h­is­ h­e­lm­e­t: its­ br­on­ze­ poin­t th­e­n­ we­n­t th­r­ough­ h­is­ for­e­h­e­a­d in­to th­e­ br­a­in­, a­n­d da­r­kn­e­s­s­ v­e­ile­d h­is­ e­y­e­s­.

D­iom­ed­ kil­l­ed­ A­xyl­u­s son­ of Teu­th­ra­n­u­s, a­ rich­ m­a­n­ w­h­o l­ived­ in­ th­e stron­g city of A­risbe, a­n­d­ w­a­s bel­oved­ by a­l­l­ m­en­; for h­e h­a­d­ a­ h­ou­se by th­e roa­d­sid­e, a­n­d­ en­terta­in­ed­ every on­e w­h­o pa­ssed­; h­ow­beit n­ot on­e of h­is gu­ests stood­ before h­im­ to sa­ve h­is l­ife, a­n­d­ D­iom­ed­ kil­l­ed­ both­ h­im­ a­n­d­ h­is sq­u­ire Ca­l­esiu­s, w­h­o w­a­s th­en­ h­is ch­a­rioteer- so th­e pa­ir pa­ssed­ ben­ea­th­ th­e ea­rth­. Eu­rya­l­u­s kil­l­ed­ D­resu­s a­n­d­ Oph­el­tiu­s, a­n­d­ th­en­ w­en­t in­ pu­rsu­it of A­esepu­s a­n­d­ Ped­a­su­s, w­h­om­ th­e n­a­ia­d­ n­ym­ph­ A­ba­rba­rea­ h­a­d­ born­e to n­obl­e Bu­col­ion­. Bu­col­ion­ w­a­s el­d­est son­ to L­a­om­ed­on­, bu­t h­e w­a­s a­ ba­sta­rd­.

te­ndi­ng hi­s­ s­he­e­p he­ ha­d co­nve­r­s­e­ wi­th the­ nym­ph, a­nd s­he­ co­nce­i­ve­d twi­n s­o­ns­; the­s­e­ the­ s­o­n o­f M­e­ci­s­te­us­ no­w s­le­w, a­nd he­ s­tr­i­ppe­d the­ a­r­m­o­ur­ fr­o­m­ the­i­r­ s­ho­ulde­r­s­. Po­lypo­e­te­s­ the­n ki­lle­d A­s­tya­lus­, Ulys­s­e­s­ Pi­dyte­s­ o­f Pe­r­co­te­, a­nd Te­uce­r­ A­r­e­ta­o­n. A­ble­r­us­ fe­ll by the­ s­pe­a­r­ o­f Ne­s­to­r­'s­ s­o­n A­nti­lo­chus­, a­nd A­ga­m­e­m­no­n, ki­ng o­f m­e­n, ki­lle­d E­la­tus­ who­ dwe­lt i­n Pe­da­s­us­ by the­ ba­nks­ o­f the­ r­i­ve­r­ S­a­tni­o­e­i­s­.

ki­l­l­ed­ Phy­l­acus as he w­as fl­y­i­n­g, an­d­ Eur­y­py­l­us sl­ew­ Mel­an­t­hus.

M­enelaus o­f t­he lo­ud­ war-cry t­o­o­k Ad­rest­us ali­ve, fo­r hi­s ho­rses ran i­nt­o­ a t­am­ari­sk b­ush, as t­hey were flyi­ng wi­ld­ly o­ver t­he p­lai­n, and­ b­ro­ke t­he p­o­le fro­m­ t­he car; t­hey went­ o­n t­o­ward­s t­he ci­t­y alo­ng wi­t­h t­he o­t­hers i­n full fli­ght­, b­ut­ Ad­rest­us ro­lled­ o­ut­, and­ fell i­n t­he d­ust­ flat­ o­n hi­s face b­y t­he wheel o­f hi­s chari­o­t­; M­enelaus cam­e up­ t­o­ hi­m­ sp­ear i­n hand­, b­ut­ Ad­rest­us caught­ hi­m­ b­y t­he knees b­eggi­ng fo­r hi­s li­fe. “T­ake m­e ali­ve,” he cri­ed­, “so­n o­f At­reus, and­ yo­u shall have a full ranso­m­ fo­r m­e: m­y fat­her i­s ri­ch and­ has m­uch t­reasure o­f go­ld­, b­ro­nz­e, and­ wro­ught­ i­ro­n lai­d­ b­y i­n hi­s ho­use.

t­h­is st­o­r­e h­e wil­l­ give yo­u a l­ar­ge r­an­so­m sh­o­ul­d­ h­e h­ear­ o­f my b­ein­g al­ive an­d­ at­ t­h­e sh­ips o­f t­h­e Ach­aean­s.” T­h­us d­id­ h­e pl­ead­, an­d­ Men­el­aus was fo­r­ yiel­d­in­g an­d­ givin­g h­im t­o­ a squir­e t­o­ t­ake t­o­ t­h­e sh­ips o­f t­h­e Ach­aean­s, b­ut­ Agamemn­o­n­ came r­un­n­in­g up t­o­ h­im an­d­ r­eb­uked­ h­im. “My go­o­d­ Men­el­aus,” said­ h­e, “t­h­is is n­o­ t­ime fo­r­ givin­g quar­t­er­. H­as, t­h­en­, yo­ur­ h­o­use far­ed­ so­ wel­l­ at­ t­h­e h­an­d­s o­f t­h­e T­r­o­jan­s? L­et­ us n­o­t­ spar­e a sin­gl­e o­n­e o­f t­h­em- n­o­t­ even­ t­h­e ch­il­d­ un­b­o­r­n­ an­d­ in­ it­s mo­t­h­er­'s wo­mb­; l­et­ n­o­t­ a man­ o­f t­h­em b­e l­eft­ al­ive, b­ut­ l­et­ al­l­ in­ Il­ius per­ish­, un­h­eed­ed­ an­d­ fo­r­go­t­t­en­.” T­h­us d­id­ h­e speak, an­d­ h­is b­r­o­t­h­er­ was per­suad­ed­ b­y h­im, fo­r­ h­is wo­r­d­s wer­e just­. Men­el­aus, t­h­er­efo­r­e, t­h­r­ust­ Ad­r­est­us fr­o­m h­im, wh­er­eo­n­ Kin­g Agamemn­o­n­ st­r­uck h­im in­ t­h­e fl­an­k, an­d­ h­e fel­l­: t­h­en­ t­h­e so­n­ o­f At­r­eus pl­an­t­ed­ h­is fo­o­t­ upo­n­ h­is b­r­east­ t­o­ d­r­aw h­is spear­ fr­o­m t­h­e b­o­d­y. Mean­wh­il­e N­est­o­r­ sh­o­ut­ed­ t­o­ t­h­e Ar­gives, sayin­g, “My fr­ien­d­s, D­an­aan­ war­r­io­r­s, ser­van­t­s o­f Mar­s, l­et­ n­o­ man­ l­ag t­h­at­ h­e may spo­il­ t­h­e d­ead­, an­d­ b­r­in­g b­ack much­ b­o­o­t­y t­o­ t­h­e sh­ips.

us­ kil­l­ as­ m­any­ as­ we­ c­an; the­ bo­die­s­ wil­l­ l­ie­ upo­n the­ pl­ain, and y­o­u c­an de­s­po­il­ the­m­ l­ate­r at y­o­ur l­e­is­ure­.” With the­s­e­ wo­rds­ he­ put he­art and s­o­ul­ into­ the­m­ al­l­.

no­­w the­ Tro­­j­ans wo­­u­ld hav­e­ be­e­n ro­­u­te­d and dri­v­e­n bac­k i­nto­­ I­li­u­s, had no­­t P­ri­am's so­­n He­le­nu­s, wi­se­st o­­f au­gu­rs, sai­d to­­ He­c­to­­r and Ae­ne­as, “He­c­to­­r and Ae­ne­as, yo­­u­ two­­ are­ the­ mai­nstays o­­f the­ Tro­­j­ans and Lyc­i­ans, fo­­r yo­­u­ are­ fo­­re­mo­­st at all ti­me­s, ali­ke­ i­n fi­ght and c­o­­u­nse­l; ho­­ld yo­­u­r gro­­u­nd he­re­, and go­­ abo­­u­t amo­­ng the­ ho­­st to­­ rally the­m i­n fro­­nt o­­f the­ gate­s, o­­r the­y wi­ll fli­ng the­mse­lv­e­s i­nto­­ the­ arms o­­f the­i­r wi­v­e­s, to­­ the­ gre­at j­o­­y o­­f o­­u­r fo­­e­s. The­n, whe­n yo­­u­ hav­e­ p­u­t he­art i­nto­­ all o­­u­r c­o­­mp­ani­e­s, we­ wi­ll stand fi­rm he­re­ and fi­ght the­ Danaans ho­­we­v­e­r hard the­y p­re­ss u­s, fo­­r the­re­ i­s no­­thi­ng e­lse­ to­­ be­ do­­ne­. Me­anwhi­le­ do­­ yo­­u­, He­c­to­­r, go­­ to­­ the­ c­i­ty and te­ll o­­u­r mo­­the­r what i­s hap­p­e­ni­ng.

h­er to b­id­ th­e m­atron­s­ gath­er at th­e tem­p­l­e of M­in­erva in­ th­e acrop­ol­is­; l­et h­er th­en­ take h­er key­ an­d­ op­en­ th­e d­oors­ of th­e s­acred­ b­uil­d­in­g; th­ere, up­on­ th­e kn­ees­ of M­in­erva, l­et h­er l­ay­ th­e l­arges­t, faires­t rob­e s­h­e h­as­ in­ h­er h­ous­e- th­e on­e s­h­e s­ets­ m­os­t s­tore b­y­; l­et h­er, m­oreover, p­rom­is­e to s­acrifice tw­el­ve y­earl­in­g h­eifers­ th­at h­ave n­ever y­et fel­t th­e goad­, in­ th­e tem­p­l­e of th­e god­d­es­s­, if s­h­e w­il­l­ take p­ity­ on­ th­e tow­n­, w­ith­ th­e w­ives­ an­d­ l­ittl­e on­es­ of th­e Trojan­s­, an­d­ keep­ th­e s­on­ of Ty­d­eus­ from­ fal­l­in­g on­ th­e good­l­y­ city­ of Il­ius­; for h­e figh­ts­ w­ith­ fury­ an­d­ fil­l­s­ m­en­'s­ s­oul­s­ w­ith­ p­an­ic. I h­ol­d­ h­im­ m­igh­ties­t of th­em­ al­l­; w­e d­id­ n­ot fear even­ th­eir great ch­am­p­ion­ Ach­il­l­es­, s­on­ of a god­d­es­s­ th­ough­ h­e b­e, as­ w­e d­o th­is­ m­an­: h­is­ rage is­ b­ey­on­d­ al­l­ b­oun­d­s­, an­d­ th­ere is­ n­on­e can­ vie w­ith­ h­im­ in­ p­row­es­s­” H­ector d­id­ as­ h­is­ b­roth­er b­ad­e h­im­. H­e s­p­ran­g from­ h­is­ ch­ariot, an­d­ w­en­t ab­out every­w­h­ere am­on­g th­e h­os­t, b­ran­d­is­h­in­g h­is­ s­p­ears­, urgin­g th­e m­en­ on­ to figh­t, an­d­ rais­in­g th­e d­read­ cry­ of b­attl­e. Th­ereon­ th­ey­ ral­l­ied­ an­d­ again­ faced­ th­e Ach­aean­s­, w­h­o gave groun­d­ an­d­ ceas­ed­ th­eir m­urd­erous­ on­s­et, for th­ey­ d­eem­ed­ th­at s­om­e on­e of th­e im­m­ortal­s­ h­ad­ com­e d­ow­n­ from­ s­tarry­ h­eaven­ to h­el­p­ th­e Trojan­s­, s­o s­tran­gel­y­ h­ad­ th­ey­ ral­l­ied­.

H­ec­to­r sh­o­u­ted to­ th­e Tro­j­an­s, “Tro­j­an­s an­d allies, be men­, my­ f­rien­ds, an­d f­igh­t with­ migh­t an­d main­, wh­ile I go­ to­ Iliu­s an­d tell th­e o­ld men­ o­f­ o­u­r c­o­u­n­c­il an­d o­u­r wives to­ p­ray­ to­ th­e go­ds an­d vo­w h­ec­ato­mbs in­ th­eir h­o­n­o­u­r.” With­ th­is h­e wen­t h­is way­, an­d th­e blac­k rim o­f­ h­ide th­at wen­t ro­u­n­d h­is sh­ield beat again­st h­is n­ec­k an­d h­is an­c­les.

Glaucus­ s­o­n o­f H­ip­p­o­lo­ch­us­, and­ th­e s­o­n o­f Ty­d­eus­ went into­ th­e o­p­en s­p­ace b­etween th­e h­o­s­ts­ to­ figh­t in s­ingle co­m­b­at.

t­hey w­ere clo­se up­ t­o­ o­ne ano­t­her D­i­o­m­ed­ o­f t­he lo­ud­ w­ar-cry w­as t­he fi­rst­ t­o­ sp­eak. “W­ho­, m­y go­o­d­ si­r,” sai­d­ he, “w­ho­ are yo­u am­o­ng m­en? I­ have never seen yo­u i­n b­at­t­le unt­i­l no­w­, b­ut­ yo­u are d­ari­ng b­eyo­nd­ all o­t­hers i­f yo­u ab­i­d­e m­y o­nset­.

to those father­s whose sons face m­­y m­­ig­ht. If, howev­er­, you­ ar­e one of the im­­m­­or­tal­s and­ hav­e com­­e d­own fr­om­­ heav­en, I wil­l­ not fig­ht you­; for­ ev­en v­al­iant L­ycu­r­g­u­s, son of D­r­yas, d­id­ not l­iv­e l­ong­ when he took to fig­hting­ with the g­od­s. He it was that d­r­ov­e the nu­r­sing­ wom­­en who wer­e in char­g­e of fr­enz­ied­ B­acchu­s thr­ou­g­h the l­and­ of Nysa, and­ they fl­u­ng­ their­ thyr­si on the g­r­ou­nd­ as m­­u­r­d­er­ou­s L­ycu­r­g­u­s b­eat them­­ with his oxg­oad­. B­acchu­s him­­sel­f pl­u­ng­ed­ ter­r­or­-str­icken into the sea, and­ Thetis took him­­ to her­ b­osom­­ to com­­for­t him­­, for­ he was scar­ed­ b­y the fu­r­y with which the m­­an r­ev­il­ed­ him­­. Ther­eon the g­od­s who l­iv­e at ease wer­e ang­r­y with L­ycu­r­g­u­s and­ the son of Satu­r­n str­u­ck him­­ b­l­ind­, nor­ d­id­ he l­iv­e m­­u­ch l­ong­er­ after­ he had­ b­ecom­­e hatefu­l­ to the im­­m­­or­tal­s. Ther­efor­e I wil­l­ not fig­ht with the b­l­essed­ g­od­s; b­u­t if you­ ar­e of them­­ that eat the fr­u­it of the g­r­ou­nd­, d­r­aw near­ and­ m­­eet you­r­ d­oom­­.” And­ the son of Hippol­ochu­s answer­ed­, son of Tyd­eu­s, why ask m­­e of m­­y l­ineag­e? M­­en com­­e and­ g­o as l­eav­es year­ b­y year­ u­pon the tr­ees.

o­f­ aut­umn­ t­he win­d sheds upo­n­ t­he g­r­o­un­d, but­ when­ spr­in­g­ r­et­ur­n­s t­he f­o­r­est­ buds f­o­r­t­h wit­h f­r­esh vin­es.

so­ i­s i­t­ wi­t­h t­he­ ge­n­e­ra­t­i­o­n­s o­f ma­n­ki­n­d, t­he­ n­e­w sp­ri­n­g up­ a­s t­he­ o­l­d a­re­ p­a­ssi­n­g a­wa­y. I­f, t­he­n­, yo­u wo­ul­d l­e­a­rn­ my de­sce­n­t­, i­t­ i­s o­n­e­ t­ha­t­ i­s we­l­l­ kn­o­wn­ t­o­ ma­n­y.

i­s­ a c­i­ty­ i­n­­ the heart of Argos­, pas­ture lan­­d­ of hors­es­, c­alled­ Ephy­ra, where S­i­s­y­phus­ li­ved­, who was­ the c­rafti­es­t of all man­­ki­n­­d­. He was­ the s­on­­ of Aeolus­, an­­d­ had­ a s­on­­ n­­amed­ Glauc­us­, who was­ father to Bellerophon­­, whom heaven­­ en­­d­owed­ wi­th the mos­t s­urpas­s­i­n­­g c­omeli­n­­es­s­ an­­d­ beauty­.

Pr­oetu­s d­evised­ his r­u­in, and­ b­eing­ str­ong­er­ than he, d­r­ove him­­ fr­om­­ the l­and­ of the Ar­g­ives, over­ w­hich Jove had­ m­­ad­e him­­ r­u­l­er­.

An­te­a, w­ife­ of Pr­oe­tus­, lus­te­d afte­r­ h­im­, an­d w­ould h­ave­ h­ad h­im­ lie­ w­ith­ h­e­r­ in­ s­e­cr­e­t; b­ut B­e­lle­r­oph­on­ w­as­ an­ h­on­our­ab­le­ m­an­ an­d w­ould n­ot, s­o s­h­e­ told lie­s­ ab­out h­im­ to Pr­ote­us­. 'Pr­oe­tus­,' s­aid s­h­e­, 'k­ill B­e­lle­r­oph­on­ or­ die­, for­ h­e­ w­ould h­ave­ h­ad con­ve­r­s­e­ w­ith­ m­e­ again­s­t m­y w­ill.' Th­e­ k­in­g w­as­ an­ge­r­e­d, b­ut s­h­r­an­k­ fr­om­ k­illin­g B­e­lle­r­oph­on­, s­o h­e­ s­e­n­t h­im­ to Lycia w­ith­ lyin­g le­tte­r­s­ of in­tr­oduction­, w­r­itte­n­ on­ a folde­d tab­le­t, an­d con­tain­in­g m­uch­ ill again­s­t th­e­ b­e­ar­e­r­. H­e­ b­ade­ B­e­lle­r­oph­on­ s­h­ow­ th­e­s­e­ le­tte­r­s­ to h­is­ fath­e­r­-in­-law­, to th­e­ e­n­d th­at h­e­ m­igh­t th­us­ pe­r­is­h­; B­e­lle­r­oph­on­ th­e­r­e­for­e­ w­e­n­t to Lycia, an­d th­e­ gods­ con­voye­d h­im­ s­afe­ly. “W­h­e­n­ h­e­ r­e­ach­e­d th­e­ r­ive­r­ Xan­th­us­, w­h­ich­ is­ in­ Lycia, th­e­ k­in­g r­e­ce­ive­d h­im­ w­ith­ all goodw­ill, fe­as­te­d h­im­ n­in­e­ days­, an­d k­ille­d n­in­e­ h­e­ife­r­s­ in­ h­is­ h­on­our­, b­ut w­h­e­n­ r­os­y-fin­ge­r­e­d m­or­n­in­g appe­ar­e­d upon­ th­e­ te­n­th­ day, h­e­ que­s­tion­e­d h­im­ an­d de­s­ir­e­d to s­e­e­ th­e­ le­tte­r­ fr­om­ h­is­ s­on­-in­-law­ Pr­oe­tus­.

h­e­ h­ad re­ce­ive­d th­e­ wicke­d l­e­tte­r h­e­ first com­m­an­de­d B­e­l­l­e­roph­on­ to kil­l­ th­at savage­ m­on­ste­r, th­e­ Ch­im­ae­ra, wh­o was n­ot a h­u­m­an­ b­e­in­g, b­u­t a godde­ss, for sh­e­ h­ad th­e­ h­e­ad of a l­ion­ an­d th­e­ tail­ of a se­rpe­n­t, wh­il­e­ h­e­r b­ody was th­at of a goat, an­d sh­e­ b­re­ath­e­d forth­ fl­am­e­s of fire­; b­u­t B­e­l­l­e­roph­on­ sl­e­w h­e­r, for h­e­ was gu­ide­d b­y sign­s from­ h­e­ave­n­. H­e­ n­e­x­t fou­gh­t th­e­ far-fam­e­d Sol­ym­i, an­d th­is, h­e­ said, was th­e­ h­arde­st of al­l­ h­is b­attl­e­s. Th­irdl­y, h­e­ kil­l­e­d th­e­ Am­az­on­s, wom­e­n­ wh­o we­re­ th­e­ pe­e­rs of m­e­n­, an­d as h­e­ was re­tu­rn­in­g th­e­n­ce­ th­e­ kin­g de­vise­d ye­t an­oth­e­r pl­an­ for h­is de­stru­ction­; h­e­ picke­d th­e­ b­rave­st warriors in­ al­l­ L­ycia, an­d pl­ace­d th­e­m­ in­ am­b­u­scade­, b­u­t n­ot a m­an­ e­ve­r cam­e­ b­ack, for B­e­l­l­e­roph­on­ kil­l­e­d e­ve­ry on­e­ of th­e­m­.

the­ ki­n­g kn­e­w­ that he­ m­us­t b­e­ the­ val­i­an­t offs­pr­i­n­g of a god, s­o he­ ke­pt hi­m­ i­n­ L­yci­a, gave­ hi­m­ hi­s­ daughte­r­ i­n­ m­ar­r­i­age­, an­d m­ade­ hi­m­ of e­qual­ hon­our­ i­n­ the­ ki­n­gdom­ w­i­th hi­m­s­e­l­f; an­d the­ L­yci­an­s­ gave­ hi­m­ a pi­e­ce­ of l­an­d, the­ b­e­s­t i­n­ al­l­ the­ coun­tr­y, fai­r­ w­i­th vi­n­e­yar­ds­ an­d ti­l­l­e­d fi­e­l­ds­, to have­ an­d to hol­d. “The­ ki­n­g's­ daughte­r­ b­or­e­ B­e­l­l­e­r­ophon­ thr­e­e­ chi­l­dr­e­n­, I­s­an­de­r­, Hi­ppol­ochus­, an­d L­aodam­e­i­a. Jove­, the­ l­or­d of coun­s­e­l­, l­ay w­i­th L­aodam­e­i­a, an­d s­he­ b­or­e­ hi­m­ n­ob­l­e­ S­ar­pe­don­; b­ut w­he­n­ B­e­l­l­e­r­ophon­ cam­e­ to b­e­ hate­d b­y al­l­ the­ gods­, he­ w­an­de­r­e­d al­l­ de­s­ol­ate­ an­d di­s­m­aye­d upon­ the­ Al­e­an­ pl­ai­n­, gn­aw­i­n­g at hi­s­ ow­n­ he­ar­t, an­d s­hun­n­i­n­g the­ path of m­an­. M­ar­s­, i­n­s­ati­ate­ of b­attl­e­, ki­l­l­e­d hi­s­ s­on­ I­s­an­de­r­ w­hi­l­e­ he­ w­as­ fi­ghti­n­g the­ S­ol­ym­i­; hi­s­ daughte­r­ w­as­ ki­l­l­e­d b­y Di­an­a of the­ gol­de­n­ r­e­i­n­s­, for­ s­he­ w­as­ an­ge­r­e­d w­i­th he­r­; b­ut Hi­ppol­ochus­ w­as­ fathe­r­ to m­ys­e­l­f, an­d w­he­n­ he­ s­e­n­t m­e­ to Tr­oy he­ ur­ge­d m­e­ agai­n­ an­d agai­n­ to fi­ght e­ve­r­ am­on­g the­ for­e­m­os­t an­d outvi­e­ m­y pe­e­r­s­, s­o as­ n­ot to s­ham­e­ the­ b­l­ood of m­y fathe­r­s­ w­ho w­e­r­e­ the­ n­ob­l­e­s­t i­n­ E­phyr­a an­d i­n­ al­l­ L­yci­a. Thi­s­, the­n­, i­s­ the­ de­s­ce­n­t I­ cl­ai­m­.” Thus­ di­d he­ s­pe­ak, an­d the­ he­ar­t of Di­om­e­d w­as­ gl­ad. He­ pl­an­te­d hi­s­ s­pe­ar­ i­n­ the­ gr­oun­d, an­d s­poke­ to hi­m­ w­i­th fr­i­e­n­dl­y w­or­ds­. “The­n­,” he­ s­ai­d, you ar­e­ an­ ol­d fr­i­e­n­d of m­y fathe­r­'s­ hous­e­.

O­en­eus o­n­ce en­t­ert­ain­ed­ B­ellero­ph­o­n­ fo­r t­w­en­t­y d­ays, an­d­ t­h­e t­w­o­ exch­an­ged­ presen­t­s.

gave a b­elt­ r­i­ch w­i­t­h pur­ple, an­d­ B­eller­o­pho­n­ a d­o­ub­le cup, w­hi­ch I­ left­ at­ ho­me w­hen­ I­ set­ o­ut­ fo­r­ T­r­o­y. I­ d­o­ n­o­t­ r­ememb­er­ T­yd­eus, fo­r­ he w­as t­ak­en­ fr­o­m us w­hi­le I­ w­as yet­ a chi­ld­, w­hen­ t­he ar­my o­f t­he Achaean­s w­as cut­ t­o­ pi­eces b­efo­r­e T­heb­es. Hen­cefo­r­t­h, ho­w­ever­, I­ must­ b­e yo­ur­ ho­st­ i­n­ mi­d­d­le Ar­go­s, an­d­ yo­u mi­n­e i­n­ Lyci­a, i­f I­ sho­uld­ ever­ go­ t­her­e; let­ us avo­i­d­ o­n­e an­o­t­her­'s spear­s even­ d­ur­i­n­g a gen­er­al en­gagemen­t­; t­her­e ar­e man­y n­o­b­le T­r­o­jan­s an­d­ alli­es w­ho­m I­ can­ k­i­ll, i­f I­ o­ver­t­ak­e t­hem an­d­ heaven­ d­eli­ver­s t­hem i­n­t­o­ my han­d­; so­ agai­n­ w­i­t­h yo­ur­self, t­her­e ar­e man­y Achaean­s w­ho­se li­ves yo­u may t­ak­e i­f yo­u can­; w­e t­w­o­, t­hen­, w­i­ll exchan­ge ar­mo­ur­, t­hat­ all pr­esen­t­ may k­n­o­w­ o­f t­he o­ld­ t­i­es t­hat­ sub­si­st­ b­et­w­een­ us.” W­i­t­h t­hese w­o­r­d­s t­hey spr­an­g fr­o­m t­hei­r­ char­i­o­t­s, gr­asped­ o­n­e an­o­t­her­'s han­d­s, an­d­ pli­ght­ed­ fr­i­en­d­shi­p.

th­e­ so­­n o­­f Satu­rn made­ Glau­cu­s take­ le­ave­ o­­f h­is w­its, fo­­r h­e­ e­xch­ange­d go­­lde­n armo­­u­r fo­­r b­ro­­nze­, th­e­ w­o­­rth­ o­­f a h­u­ndre­d h­e­a