HOMER liad Robert Fagles BERNARD KNOXexpt whe essa t ey ‘Erection anne pse 9 Bema Xan 190 ‘acs ks Sr DRA SONS slo ea Sm ‘Thetis on iby rege lone mth sda a ald Bee Coie Gee es Eee Soe meee ree Seopa ni i eens Sci ao , sae. Seo tte eu ln nt hed Go rear cr HRI flied a's lr ios deg hi coo Sg ise ra ad ‘ne ‘ie smn sen an an of ek he to any ae Se eae SS tl me ee Eon bag oped ms ecepa oe suas ease apcBOOK ONE The Rage of Achilles Rasge—cosses sng te rage of Peles’ tn Achilles murderous, doomed, that cost the Achteane coun loses, hurling dwn to the House Death so many sur souls yeahs souls, bt made thelr bodies ction, Teas forte dogs ana bis, andthe wil of ue was moving soar send Bega, Muse, when he two ft broke ae shed ‘Agamemnon lord of men an lian Achilles. What god drove them to ih with suc 8 fy? “Apli the son of Zeus ad Lato ncn a he king Dre smep a frl plague though the anmy—men were dying nd all because Agamemnon sumed Apollo's pres. Yes, Cys approached the Achacan fst spe to win his daughter back, bringing a priceless ransom78 women: tHe a0 ees and bearing igh a hand, wound on golden sf. ‘he veal ofthe gd, the distant dealy Archer. Be begged the whole Achean army us ros fall ‘neo suprene commanders, Neus 10 sans, “Agamension, Mendaue—al Aries geared ft wa! [May the gods who old te bal of olympus give you » ‘Pram’ cy plunder, hen sl passage home. Sus St my daughter fe. my dea One hee, scexp thee ils this anim. Hono the god ho sks om words aye on of ews, pla” ‘And all anks of Achaea ed out the sent “mespet the pre, accep the shining ransom!” ‘Bur bought oo joy wo the heat of Agamemnon. “The king dss the priest with a brtl order ringing in is er: "Never gan, ld man, lecime catch sight of you by the holo ship! » “The sal andthe Wreahs of god wil ever save you then The gilt won't ve up the pt. Long befor at. lg ape wl overt bern my hse In ABO far fom he fathead saving back and forts ste lo, fred f are my be ow go. ow’ tempt my weath—ind you may depart ave” ‘the old man ws teed He obeyed the onder, summing, vain away nslene down the shore ‘where the bate lines of breakers cash and dea * ‘And moving ol w asl distance over and ove ‘he old pie prayed 1 the son of setae Leto, lowe Apel, “eat me, Apolo! Gof the sver bow ‘ho tides the walls of Chrys an Cia serosnet— Joe in power of TenedosSmattheus, god ofthe plague? sever wold a shine wo please your hea ver bumed the ang ch bones of bl nd gots fn you bly shar ow, wow beng my pape to past Pay the Daneans bckyou arrows for my eas"fom 00% 1) THe RAGE OF acwlLAes Fis prayer went up a Phoebus Apolo head him own he seo rom Olympus’ peaks, storming at heat {With bis bow and hooded quiver sung across shoulders. ‘he sows ange at hi back a the god quaked wih ape "he god hie on the march and own he came lke nigh (ver agains the ships he dropped to a Koc, ke ly shah and tesfying clash ang out rom te eat sive bow st he went forthe mules ad ctcing dogs but hee. launching» piercing shat tthe men themes Ine cut ther down in drove and he corsets bumed on, ng and day no end in sigh, ‘ine ays the anows of god swep though the amy. (onthe tenth Aches called al asks to maser ‘he impute seized he, sent by white-tmed Here avin o ste AchaeanGghters drop and de, Once they'd gathered, crowding the meeting grounds, the swt runner Acie ove and spoke among them "Son of Ate. now we ate besten Back feat the fone campaign ne So home wee swe can esape out deaty—if war and pape te joining feces now o crush the Arse. ‘Bus wats let us question aol man, 2 prope, evens man sled with dreams ‘reams as well can come our Way tom Zeue— ‘come, someone ol us why Apollo rage 0, ‘whether he Blam us for vow me ale, scifce ‘Wont the go would share the sooky savor of lambs sd full-grown gos, Apollo might be wing, til. Somehow ose us om ths plage” Sonne proposed and down he st again a Clehas roe atnong them, ‘Thestor's son the clearest by far of al the sets ho sen the Hight of bir He Knew al hings tat ae, all things that are para al that ae to come, {he seer who had I he Aryve ship o Troy ‘with the second sgh tht god Apolo ave im, or the armies’ pod the ser began to mele80 women: oH Hino ety ‘Achiles deae @ evs you order me explain Apollo's anger, the diane deadly Arce? twill al ‘Bar srke a pat with me, sear you wil defend me wih ll your bear, wth werde and eng of and ” For here sa mat wl ennage—t see now 2 poweral a who lore ver l the Aries fone the Achaeans mst obey A sighy king raging agaist an inferior, too stone yen ihe can swallow down his wrath oda, si he wil nurse ee boeing ia chest ‘unl sooner ltr e en bung forth ‘Consider osely, Aces Wil you sve me?” ‘And the matchless nner restutd him: “Couraget ‘outwith now, Calas. Reve! te wil of god, we whstever you may know And Lewesr by Apollo ear wo Zeus, the power you py to ices, ‘when you reveal ges lt the Arve noone ‘ot wile am ale ad ae the ph on rath no oe ‘vl la his heavy hands on yu bythe hallow ships, None amang ll the armiet_Nat even you meas “Agamemnon here who now ca ob by ft, he bes ofthe Achoeens” ‘The ser took hea. and this ime he spoke out, bravely "Beare he east no blame for vow we fale. The god's enraged becaue Agememon spurned his pes he refased to fe bis daupter, he refed the ransom, ‘That's why the Archer Sead us ain nd he wil end ws more nd never drive his shame destston fom the Arve, ‘ot il we give back te ll with sparkling eyes 'o her loving father pice, no ransom paid ane ey assered handed bal to Chrys ova "Then we cam ealm the god, ad ony then appease hi.” Sohne declared and sat down. But among thers se the fighing som of Ares, lod ofthe farang Kingdoms, a8bao rook: THe AAG oracimirs 81 ‘Agamemnon —furious, hs dark hear fled othe bin. Diszng with anger now, hs eyesike searing fe, With a sudden. ing look he wheeled Calas ese See fisery Never a word thar worst my avanaget [Always misery warms Your hee your propheces— never a word of prof si or brought 0 Bs Nov. again. you divine ods wil fo the amis, brat about a5 fac. why the dealy Archer -makples our ais: because I esed ‘hat literlag pice forte young gl Chrys ne Indeed. prefer hr by far, the lt eel, ‘aot er mine in my ove house! Tank he bigher than Cltemesin, my Wedd Wile—she's nothing ess In bl or beeing nd or woes of hand. ‘Bur Lam willing o give her back. evens, steno best for al Whately want ‘so keep my people sf, no sce tem ding. Bat fetch me another pie and stright of 00, ‘oe Talone ofthe Ages go without my honor ‘That would be a dsgrace, You ae all wines. ue 1k pie sutched away! tthe sift runner Achilles answered im at once, “Jo hom, Agamemnon, ‘rest ld mara. mos grasping man ave, tho ean the generous Aries pve you prizes now? ‘know of no roves af trace pled, ying Hl anywhere. Whatever we draped fom tows we plundered, Al's teen porloned out. But collet it all back {fom the rank and fe? That would be the agace So rea the gil othe go, a eas fr now. ‘We Achaats wil pay you back, tre, fur times over, st zeus val grant us he pt, somehow, someday. to raze Troy's masiveremprs to the ground.” But King Agamemnon countered. "Not so gulch, ‘rave a you ae, poke Achles—eyng to chest me ‘Oh ne, you won't pt past me, tke me that way! What do you want? To cing to your own prize82 women vat tino tm-01 ve i calmyty-—emgy handed here? 1s tha why you order me to give her back? ‘Noi our generous Aries wi sve me a prize. match foe my dese, equal 0 what ve los. Me ‘wel and good. But hey give me noting wil ake a prize mye—your own, or Ax’ ‘or Odyseus’ piel commandeer her mse ‘and et thar man 1 gow vist coke wit age Enough. Well ea with ltl. in due time Now came, we hale Mack ship down the bight ea, [there decent umber of cusmen along he loks nd put aboard a scrie, and Chrysel eral, in all her beauty. we enbark her too. {et one ofthe leading captain take command ca ‘Ala, Hdomeneus, ty Odysseus or you. Achilles. yourthe mon violent man slive—zo you can peo the tes for ws and calm the go youre” Adak lance and the hesdsuong runner ansered hn in in “Samelss— Srmored in sharelesinesr—always shtewd wth reed ow could any Arve soldier obey our orders frely and pay do your sling for you (of fght you enemies, fl foe? Nott, no. {wasn't Trojan spearmen who brought me ere Bight “The Trojans never id me Gamage, not nthe es ww they never stole my eae of my horses. never fm Pts where the ich vl bres song me id hey lay waste my crops How could they? ook atthe ene miles that ie beeen Shadowy mountain anges ses that surge ad thnde 1No, you coos shameles—we al flowed you. to please you 0h fo you, to win your honor tice fom the Trojns—enelaus and you, you dg ace! What do yw ere? Noting. You don laok ih oF le ‘An now you threaten to suip ane omy pie in peron— 0 ‘he one {ough fr log and har, and ss of Achaea handed her to me.My honors never eqal yours, lihenever we sack some weal Tejenronghold— _ny arma bea the brut of thet, savage Biting tie, bat when comes to viding up the plunder the ons shares yous, and back goto my ships latching some sap some pace tht Tove. ‘wha T hve ough 0 exbaiston back 1g to Phibia, Bete tha wy by fr to journey home in the beak ship of war. a "ave no mind to Unger ere digace timing your cup and pling up your pander” ‘Bu he lord of men Agamernn sho back, “Desert, by all means—I the spt dives you home! 1 wil never be you fo ay, not on my acount [Never—other ll take my sie and do me honoe Zeus above all whose wintom res the Woe ‘You—t hate you mos of al the warlords loved by the gods. Always deat o your bean, ‘What yom area pres soir? Tha just it of gs. {Go ome with you ships and comrades lod it over your Myrmidons You are nothing to me—you snd your ovennecing ange! But let hs be my waming on your way since Apo insists on taking my Che, send her bick in my owa ships with my ce, But 1 willbe therein person at your ete to take Briel imal her bebuy, your owe par 40 you can learns: Bow much gate 1am han ow and the next man up may shrink rom matching worde with me, 28 ‘fom hoping to rival Agamernoa svengh for rent” He broke off ant anguish gripped Achilles. ‘he hear in his raged ches was pounding. tom. Should he daw the long shar smord sung is ip86 women THE HiKe tena thst tough the ranks and kl Agametnnan now? — ‘ov cheek is age and esti fry down? ‘As is acing sit veered back and oth, Just se drew his huge lade fom Is sheath, ove fom the vaulting heavens sept athens, ‘the white-armed goddess Hera sped ee down: >» ra loved both men and cared fr both lit ‘Rearing behind hi Pla se ty he nly Achilles sv her. none of he oer fahere— struck with wonder he sun around, he knew ber a nce, as Athena the web Hala of hoe pes and his winged words wet Sings “Why, why now? ‘Chil of Zeus wit the shield of hander, wy come now? To wines the outage Agamemnon jus comsnites? el you this and 50 ep me the ut hel soon py for hs argue with Be Py “own frm the skies come to check Four age only you wl elt The white-amed godden Her ped me do se loves you both, She ears fr you bth aie, Stop hs Spin. ow. Doe’ ay and 1 sd {ash Mm wi test of he pie tht he wl ae, ‘Aa ell you tian {xe Ws the tah one dy litering pts wil be belore yoo, thre ies ave to pay forall his outage a old book now. Obey ws both” So she wged and the swift runner complied at once “mist ‘wae the to of you and down commands, Goes, ‘man subs thong ls esr breaks wit iy. Deter for hr by ft Ifa man obeys te gods theyre quick to hea his prays.” ‘And wit ht Achilles stayed his burly bandon thelr hilt ‘and sid the tage blade back fs sheath. ‘He would noe ight the ones of Aten,psy 200K 1: Hae RAGE OF AcHHLLES 85 Soaring home o Olympus, she repined the ods Py Alon the halls of Zeus whose shel unde, ‘But aces rounded on Agamemnon once aa, lashing out a hm. no relaxing is anger or a moment: "Staggering drank, wth your dg’ yes, you fawn's eat! Never once di yu arm with he toope sd got bate corr a ambush packed with Achae's picked men— you ac the courage you can se death coming. Safer by fa, you int ory ll ough cap, ‘ommandeering the prize of any man who speaks eins you, King whe devours his people! Woresshusksthemanyourate— 27 ‘tno, Asides, this outrage would have been your last "ell you bis and swear a mighty eth upon by this his scepter Lok that never aga wil pa forth crown and branches, now i ets stump on the mountain de freer, bot wa sprout new geen again now the brazen a Ins Suiped te bark and Invest nowt some of Ach ast Back and fr as dhey hand del judgents down, "pholding the honored customs whenever Zee conan ‘This cee wl be the mighty force behind may ot ey someday, I swear « yearling for Achilles il ste ‘Achae’s sons and ll your amis! But hen Aes, Iharrwed as you wil Be nehing You do can seve you ‘ot when your hordes of fitters drop and ae. ut down bythe hands of mankiling Hee! Then— {hen you wil ea your heart out, desperate, raping that you dspace the bes ofthe Achaenst™ Down on the ground Ihe dashed the seper sted bight with golden nal, ‘hen tok his sea gan. Te son of Ateur smal, lating across hi, bat Nesor rove betmeen them. » the man of winning words, the car speaker of Pye Sweeter han honey fom his tongue the vole fled on aan. Two generations of moral men he had seen go daw by nom, ‘hose who were Bor and bred with hin in theo aye i Pls’ ely resi, and now he ruled the this.He pleaded wh oth Kings, with ler good wil "N0 ceo enormous soo comes all Ache! ow they would ex, Priam ane Pras one nd all the Tecan. Oh they leap fo oy to ear the wo of you Biting om this Way, x ‘you who excel weal fin Achaean coun Fr inthe ways war Stop, Pease Linen to Nexr, You are both younger than 1 and in my te fstruck up with beer men than you, ven you, but ever ance ld they make big of me Tye never seen soch men neve wl again men ke Prous, Dryas. that fine capil, Cereus and Ena, ait Potyphems, royal price, nd Theses, Acges'boy.a match for he immoral ‘he strongest and they fought agains the songest to, shaggy Centaurs, wid brutes of the mountain they hacked then down, tebe deadly work ‘And war in th a, es out ys {ar avay tom homey enlisted me themselves snd Tough 00 my own, ae lance, snge-haded ‘And none ofthe men wh walk the ear these days ‘oul bate with hore per, none, bt hey they took to hear my counsel, marked my Words. ‘0 now you lise oo. Yelling i far beter a Dent seine the git, Agamemaon,poweifl es ou are— leave her, jus a the sons of cata gave et, his prize om de very fist And you, Achilles, never hope to Bh it out ‘th your king pling force agaist his force to one can match the hones dealt a King. you know, 2 Septered king to whom seat Zeus gies pry Song as you ea goddess was your mother— has mote power because he mes more men. ‘Acies, end Your anger—look, i's Nese! > cg you, cool your fury against Achilles,pea Noor; THEeAGH oF Acunigs 87 ‘ere the man stands overall Aches armies, ‘ur raged bulwat baer shocks of wae” ‘Bt King Agamemnon answered him hate, “tro, old man—al you says snd proper ‘ot this sider want to tomer aver the armies Ihe want o rule aver al oon over al, ve out orders ta everyman insight Wel. ‘here's oe. st wit Wil never Yd tin ‘ina ihe vesting gods have made «spenman ofhin? 0 Have they eae him fo hu abe at me?" "Ves!" aing Aches broke in quickly — ‘hat 2 worthless, buat out comand be called {£1 would submit you and al your orders, ‘whatever you burt ou lg them a other, don't give me commands! [Never agun rst ll Ailes yell you Ani Tell yon hist eto eat wan yo ‘my hand ll never do bale fr tat pi. nekber with you King, ar any man alive ve You Achaeans gave het-now you've matched her bck, But all the est posers bead ny fat ack ship ‘ot one it of can yo sie agals my wl ties Come, So the mes ean see tht stat, ‘your black load gush and spr round my ses" ‘nce che hd ough tou wih words, etting fceto-face oth Spang to ee fot sd broke up the muster bese the Arve squadeos, Achilles ste oft his we hie and sheers back ois fend Pauoess and thee comrades we ‘Agmemoon had veel hauled down othe 58 tne picked ou wensyeatmen to man ber locks. ut aboard the eae for safe t the god led Ghee al er beauty mish,Verse Odysseus took he hel a apa, Ai embcke, ‘the pany Ieunched out onthe e's osing Ines ‘we the son of Aes 0d ls Uoops to wash to py themes fom the lh of plague “Tey scoured of, threw scouring inte suk and steed o Apolo full-grown uls aed goats » ‘long the besten shoe ofthe fallow bate sea tnd sever smoke went siting up the es. ‘So the men were engaged throughout he camp, fut king Agamemnon would Bo stop the quate the isthe he led gainet Achiies, Ne calle Tethybius and Eunbaes brs. is to Heal ready, ling aes "Goto Aches lodge Take Biss a once, his benoty Bl bythe hand and bring her here Butte wil not murender her, go mysel »= cae her mel ih a amy at my ack — and al the wore for tm” He sent them of ith the srt oder inging in tet ea ‘Reins thee wl he tro enen made alr way long the breang sur ofthe baren sal sea fd reached the Mynidon shes andthe ships, ‘hey found hm beside his lodge and Bock hal Seated gimly—and Adiles tok no joy ‘when he sa the wo approaching ‘They were fii, dey el he king in awe ” sind ood there, sent No a word to Aches, ot a question. But he sense alin is hear, ‘hei fear, ther charge, and bok the sence fer thm: "Welcome, couriers! Good hers of Zeus and men ‘ere, come closer You have dave pahing ome Yow ae not wo blame. Noone Dut Agamemnon— hes the one who sent you for Bis. Go, Farol, Prince, tring out dhe gil tnd an ero them so dey a ake her backBut fet hem both Bea witness omy os im the fac of bs pd a8 mortal men in the face ofthat unending, rates King ifthe day sow come when the amis need me to save ter anks rom ipominows, sak defeat “The man saving ll the enutderous far in i ear He lacs the sense ose a day beiod, «day ahead, snd sefeyuard the Acheans baling by the ships Potrohas obeyed his gest end’ command He led Bri al he essay rom the lodge an andes her overt he men take 23 ‘And the two walked back long the Arie ships while the ied on behing, flute, every ep. Bt Aches wept, anf slipping aay irom his companions, far spat sat dwn on the beach of the heaving gay 52 nd scanned the endless ean. Reaching ut bs arms, fagan and again he prayed to his deat moter: “Medhert ‘You gave me if short as hat if wl be. 0 a eas Olympian Zeus thundering up on big thou pve me honour or egies me nothing ‘eer son Agsrenoe, ol sft ung Wingo ‘he man agrees ee, sees and Keep my pie Ine ets her away hse So he wept and prayed and his noble mother heard hm, seated nes he: her, ‘the Old Man of the Se nthe sa preen depth Suddenly up she rose fom the churing su ce mist and sexing down Desde him ashe wept ‘stoked Aches gen, wasperng his name, "My d= vin at? What sto has touched your het? ‘ell me, please. Dont havbor Kt dep inside yeu, We must share i al.” Are now fom bis depts: the proud runner groaned "You know. you know. vy labor though ial? You kpow Kal so well Wie raided Thebe onc, Eetion’s sacred cade, ve ravaged the place, hale all he plunder esesd he armies pase oud, share a share ale, ba hey chose the besuty Cys or Agamemnon, 1 son he father the hoy priest f Apollo the distant deadly Archer Chees approached ‘he atm ships ofthe Aes aed in bronze ‘0 win hls daughuer back. ringing a prices ransom, apd basing high in hand, wound ona golden sa, ‘he weeahs af the go who strikes fom wots aay. Ne begged te whole Achacan army bot mest of al the oro supreme commanders, Ares (0 115, tall athe of Achsea ced out thee sent, “Respect the priest. acep the shining renin ‘Bu Brought no Joy tthe heart of Agamemnon, cur high and mighy king dsmised the poet ‘with brutal onder tinging in is es ‘And bared with anger the ld sa view ‘but apollo beards prayer—ne love him. deepy— hn oored his shat athe Arges, wnering plague, ‘and now the eoops began to drop and dein ores, the amows of ge went showering let and ht, trtiping tough tne Acne ae encamprent But thee cer who Kaew te case fll well, revealed the wil ofthe archer god Apo ‘Sn we theft, moter, urged them a, “Agpeae the god at once That's when the fay ripped the om of Ares. Agamemnon leapt hs feet Shi buled hie theesthis thea bees deve home. ‘One gi. Chrys the ery-eyed Acheans| ery out 2 fast tim sip to Cheyse ten laden with pent for the go. The othe i Jus now the eral ame and ied her away fro camp, ‘Bises" daughter, te prize he armies gave me But you, mother if you bave any power ata, rote your son! Go wo Olympus plead with Zeus, | you ever warmed hls hes with 8 word or any ction ‘Tune and again ard your cms in father’s al boasting how you and you alone of al he immortalpre Book: tHe sage OF ACHES 91 rescued Zeus the lord ofthe dk sor lod, from gmominious, sack dete ‘That day the Olympians treo cha hi down, era, Poseidon lord ofthe sea, and Plles Athena — you rushed wo Zeus, dear Goede, ok thee dans, ‘uickly ordered the hundresshander o seep Olympus that monster whom the immonal all Bates butevery mortal cals the Seg‘ an. Aegteon, though hes sronger then hater, Dvr he at, = aoking Crom’ son. gargantuan inthe glory of al, snd the blessed gods were nrc with error then ‘hey stopped shading Zeus Remind him of at ‘om, go an st esd hm. rasp his knee Desuide him. somehow, to elp the Trojan ease, to pln the Achoeans back against et sip, trp them sound the bay at mow ttn down Soall an eap he beneis of ther ing So even mighty Ades can re how ma he was tn dagrace Ache, dhe best of the Achatane” * ‘And The answered, bart no teas, “0 my son, my somow, why ai ever beat you? ALE bre war doom ‘Would to go you could ngcr by you hips without apie ache wor without 2 torment Boomed to shore, you haves ie ne. ‘Ani not only shor. now, bu fled with heabneak 0, ‘more than al oer men aline~doomd ice ove ‘Ah toa cruel fate bore you in or halt Sisal goto Olympus crowned with snow a nd repeat you payer to Zeus wh loves the lihting Perhaps he wl be persuade. ‘Bu you. my ci stay hereby the fst sip, age ona the Achaesns, Just kep clear of every fray nthe Biting ‘ny yesterday Zea went ofthe Ocean River fas wth the Aethipians loyal lordly mes,92 women: sue a0 toes and alee gods went wih him. But in ove days ‘he Father ums te Olympus. Then for your sake, ‘pL g0 the biome er, he royal howe of Zu 1 pas his haces 1 hink i win Bim over ‘wan ha vom sie hls mother went aay ad ef im there, alone, heart infamed forthe sased and lovely gi ‘hey wrendhed aay fom him aan is wil “Meanwhile Odjseus dew in dae o Chee land, bearing the sled scien the ves ld [And once they had emer the habor deep in bays they fled nd towed the al inthe black hi, "hey lonered ine mest bythe foestays, sooty, ui Tet dawn onthe forked msec an rowed er nto a noon under oa so (Out wear the bow-stoneseable ft arem— nd the crew thence sung uti the breaking st, leading our the saci fo the acer gd Apo. and ou ofthe deepsea ship Chyses stepped wo. ‘Then tac Odyseus el her wp to hear, lacing her in er lovin fers esa sd “cysts the lor of men Agpmemnon ste here ‘0 bing your daugiur hack snd perform a sci, 8 grand scice to Apollo—ir all Aches ake So we can appear the god oe wo’ losed such ge and torment on the Aries.” ‘ith those words he eft hee i Chey’ ar and he pres embraced the eld he loved, eran ‘Avonce the men anapged the sarc for Apale, ‘aking the catering his well-built, ‘hen they rinsed htt hands and ook wp bake. [iin emong them Ghnysessetched harms to he sky ‘sprayed in a high resounding voice. "Hear me, Apa! God of he sver bow who des the wall of Chase ‘nd Cis cosanaoed in power of Tenedoe oa Ifyou honored me last une an heard may prayer and rained desructon daw ol Achae's ranks,so BOOK THE MAGE OF actiLies 93 ‘ow bing my prayer opus once more Now, a st, ‘dev hiking plague fom the armies of Achaea” is prayer went up and Phoebus Apo headin And son a the men had prayed and fun the ate, fist they ied bck he hess ofthe vis Sethe throats, shanna tem an ere tay he mest tom the hightones end wrapped tem a, © double shee cles and tapped with spy offs ss ‘And the old man burned thee over dled spt wood and over the quae poured out plitening wine wale young men at his side el ve proagd fxs, ‘Once they had bured te bots and sed the opens {hey cut the rest ino pees perce ther with pe, roasted the to tar a pled them of there, ‘he work done, the feast ou they ste wel nd no man's hunger lacked 2 share ofthe Benge. When they had put ase dest fo food ana dik the young men bined te mining bowls ih wine Pa and tipping fs dips forthe odin every cup {hey poured fll ends or ll ad al daylong (hey spas the god wih Song. asin rng hy {0 thedsant archer god who dies wry the plague, tose young Achaear wares singing out Ms poker, ‘and Apolo tiene, hs grest est ma wo, “Then when the sun went down an night come on they made thei bes ad lp by the sem-abes ‘When yours Dawn wits her ost fingers shane Once more, {hey se sal forthe main encmpinent of Achaes, o~ ‘The Archer sen them a tacngflrng wind, ‘hey stepped the mar, spend white sls wade ‘he wind Dit fll ast the canvas elie our and = da ve wave, faming up atthe bo, sq out lou an song athe ship mode way, skimming the wisteaps, cu tonard her gol “And once oftore of Achae’s wast encampment ‘hey ease er nad hale the black ship igh,94 womens tHe es {ar upon the san, and shored her up with ters. “The they seatere, each is own Sip and hee. 0 Bot erage on, grimly crnped by his st et, the opal son of Peleus, the sit runner Abie. Now he no longer haunted the meets rounds ‘where men win lary, now he no Inger et wat ‘but day afer day he ground his beset out waking ther, ‘yeamiog amas yearning for bate cies and combat Buc now a the rwelth dave after thi shone clear the gods who lve forever marched ome to Opes. allina long cone, and Zeus ed them on. ‘And Thetis it nt forget er son's peas. 0 She broke from acestng wave a st ight and soaring pf the roe Sky and Mont Olynps, {ound the sm of Conus gazing dows onthe worl. peaks apr fom the other gods and ested high fn the topmes:caown of rugged ged Olympus ‘And cuehing down a hes. sulky grcpng Wis nes with he le Mand echt hand fodding hn undementh the cin. she prayed to the lord god Zeus, thes of Crom: "zeus, Eater Zea! fever served you well rs ‘among the dates gos with a word or acon, ‘rng ts prayer to pss: honor my som Actes — ‘doomed to the shortest ie of any man on est ‘And now the lord of mer Agamemnon bas cgraced im, Seizes an koep his pee, teas her away hme, Bot you zl im, Olympian Zeus: your aings rule the word! (Come, gran the Tofns vcr ale vcony tll the Achaean armies pay my det son back, boulalng higher de honor he deserves" She pased but Zeus who commands the som dou amor nothing, ae “The Father at here, sles. Seemed an eenty ur Tet dasping his knees, held on ingig. ‘resng her question once spin: “Gran my pay,bisa voor! rie sacr oF Acmtiss 95 ‘once and forall Father, bow your headin ase (deny me outgh. what have ou to ea? 0 Imsy kno, to wel Jus how erly ‘Tam the most dishonored goes of them all” ll with anger ‘eas who mathals the tam clouds anmered Be a “Disaster. You wil ve me iowa with Hera. She el provoke me, she wah her srl abose oo Ben nor the face fal the nol gos she hase me perpetually, Hata charges me that aways go to bale for the Trojans. ‘vey with yo now Her ight etch us hee wl set this. wl ng allo pass ok, wil bor my ead ha lsat) You ‘That I ein you, that among the immortal gods le thestroagest trues sg that Ian give No ward or work of mine-—cethiag can be revoked there is no weaehery nothing le ushed oo ‘nce | how my hea sy shal Be done” So he dered. And Ze he fon of Cros bowed dls cagay date brows andthe delet nck came pouring own rom the tunderbesd ofthe great immoral ne and gia shock waves spread through al Olympus, ‘So the to of tha made tee pat and pared. Deep in the sea she dove ora radiant Mount Olympus, ‘zeus wert ack 1 his own halls anal he gods In ful essen rose om thet seats a once {o meet the Faber sing toward them nov « None dared remain at ests Zeus avance, ‘hey al sprang upto ges him facto face ‘ase tok he plac before tern on his throne. Sut Hera knew i all she had seer how Tet, the Old Man ofthe Seas daughie, Thats quick ‘on he glistening fet was hatching plan wh Zeo ‘And suenly Hera taunted the Fate, son of Cros °30, who ofthe gods this dine, ny treacherous oeras hatching plan-with you? [Aways you plesure, whenever my backs came o You never dein, do yo ely and takly to share your los wit me—never, not Word!” ‘he ater of men and gods repli sharply, “tlera—top hoping to fathom aly Though Yeu wl nd them howe you are my wie Whatever ight for you to Ber Bo one rust me, wil know oft before yo, nether god norman. Whstever choose ofan apt rm all the gos— re more of your everasing questions probe and pry no more" 0 ‘An Hera the Queen er dak eyes wide, exclaimed, “pyeod mney son of Cronus, wat are you saying? Now suri ve never probed ope in hepa. ‘Why, you cam scheme to yout bear's content ‘without 2 quali inthe word forme. Bur now have «tele for that abe has Wen you ove, “The, the Old Man of te Ses daugie, Theis th her listening et. know Js at dawn fhe knelt down beside you and gasped your knees nd T suspect you bowed your bead im asent to e-— o you granted once and forall to eal Aches now Und slaughter Hordes of Acaeans pinned ages: thei ships" ‘And Zeus who maria the thunderheads rene, "faddening one... you and you etemal suspicions ean never escape yo. A but ell me es, jt what can you do abou al his? Noshing. Oniy esrange youself fom me a lite more— and all ee worse for you, what you s5y ue, that must be ny esse Now gst down. Be uit now. Obey my orders, o for fear the gos, however many Olympus holspes poor ss THe ange oF acmiiars 97 ae poweress to protec you when {come te thal you wih my esse hands." He subsided ‘bu Hera the Queen, he yes wider as eed She satin sence. She wrenched hee wl 1 is ‘And thoughout the halls of Zeus te gods of heaven (eaked wih fear Hephsenue the Master Crasan ‘ove up fst haangue them al trying now to bring his oveg mother aie comfort ‘he white amed ges Hera: “Oh esse 0 thats what and It wil Be unbesrable ‘the two of you mast come te Bows this wa, Angng the god ia ehas jst for wort me. [No more joy fr usin he sumpruoes fas. nen ot ules te dy. Tange you, mothee—you know tat Lam ght ‘wor oct goo graces, othe Father, ‘ur beloved Father wl neve: wheel ows agin ‘send our banquet cashing! The Olympian lod of ehniag— ‘what she wo ke > Bas som our seus? me stoke the Father with oft winning words ft once the Olympian wll erm ind to us again.” Peadng, springing up with two-handled cp, Ine eached toward is loving mers ands ‘with his own wining words "Pateee, noe Grieve 38 You ae, beat up, dea & YOU ae, have wo sce you besten eight before my eyes. {would be sbateres—ibat could dot sve yeu? ‘sha o fight the Olyplan Seng for rent, m ‘You remember the lst tet rshed to your dees? He seied my foot, he hurled me of the tremendous threshold and all daylong | opp, 1s dead weight and then, when the sun went down, down {plunged on Lemnos, Tle breath etn ne. But the octal there soon mused alle mor back oe"Achat the white-ammed godess Hera smiled and smiling. took the cup fom here's hands, “hen dipping set nectar up from the mixing Bow! he poured itround al the mona Let 9 igh. = ‘And uncorolble laughter oe forthe hap sods they watched the god of ee breathing hard sd bustling tough the halls ‘That hove then dal day long tl the san went down they feasted ‘sd no go's hunger lacked share of he handeome banquet fr the gorgeous fee Apola rack the Mies singing ce oie coi, ther brant mas ing. Ata, when the sans ery tight id et ch immoral went ost hi of Rowe, ‘he spend high halls Hephaestus bul foreach ™ wit al his aft and cunning. he famous ciple’ Smith ‘And Olympian eas the lord of igang went is own bed ‘where be ad lays Iai when welcome seep came on in, "These he climbed aad there he spt an by hi se lay Hera the Quen, the gods ofthe golden throne.