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l tell you-all the Achaeans--good sound advice, now our enemies, camping hard against the ships, kindle their watchfires round us by the thousands. What soldier could warm to that? Tonight's the night that rips our ranks to shreds or pulls us through."

The troops hung on his words and took his orders. Out they rushed, the sentries in armor, forming under the son of Nestor, captain Thrasymedes, under Ascalaphus, lalmenus, sons of Ares, under Meriones, Aphareus and Deipyrus, under the son of Creon, trusty Lycomedes. Seven chiefs of the guard, a hundred under each, fighters marching, grasping long spears in their hands, took up new positions between the trench and rampan. There they lit their fires, each man made his meal.

,Meanwhile marshal Agamemnon led his commanders, a file of senior chiefs, toward his own lodge and set before them a feast to please their heans. They reached out for the good things that lay at hand but when they had put aside desire for food and drink the old man began to weave his counsel among them: Nestor was first to speak-from the early days his plans and tactics always seemed the best. With good will to the chiefs he rose and spoke, "Great marshal Atrides, lord of men Agamemnon ... with you I will end, my King, with you I will begin, since you hold sway over many warriors, vast armies, and Zeus has placed in your hands the royal scepter and time-honored laws, so you will advise them well. So you above all must speak your mind, and listen, and carry out the next man's counsel too, whenever his spirit leads him on to speak for the public good. Credit will go to you for whatever he proposes. Now I will tell you what seems best to me.

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the plan I still retain, and I've been forming, well, for a good long while now, from the very day that you, my illustrious King, infuriated Achilles-- you went and took from his tents the girl Briseis, and not with any applause from us, far from it: I for one, 1 urged you against it, strenuously. But you, you gave way to your overbearing anger, disgraced a great man the gods themselves esteem- you seized his gift of honor and keep her still. But even so, late as it is, let us contrive to set all this to rights, to bring him round with gifts of friendship and warm, winning words."

And Agamemnon the lord of men consented quickly: "That's no lie, old man-a full account you give of all my acts of madness. Mad, blind I was\ Not even I would deny it. Why look, that man is worth an entire army, the fighter Zeus holds dear with all his heart- how he exalts him now and mauls Achaea's forces! But since I was blinded, lost in my own inhuman rage, now, at last, lam bent on setting things to rights: I'll give a priceless ransom paid for friendship.

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before you al\, I'll name in full the splendid gifts l offer. Seven tripods never touched by fire, ten bars of gold, twenty burnished cauldrons, a dozen massive stallions, racers who earned me trophies with their speed. He is no poor man who owns what they have won, not strapped for goods with all that lovely gold- what trophies those high-strung horses carried off for me\ Seven women I'll give him, flawless, skilled in crafts, women of Lesbos-the ones I chose, my privilege, that day he captured the Lesbos citadel himself: they outclassed the tribes of women in their beauty. These I will give, and along with them will go the one I took away at first, Briseus' daughter,

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I never mounted her bed, never once made love with her- the natural thing for mankind, men and women joined. Now all these gifts will be handed him at once. But if, later, the gods allow us to plunder the great city of Priam, let him enter in when we share the spoils, load the holds of his ship with gold and bronze-as much as his heart desires- and choose for his pleasure twenty Trojan women second only to Argive Helen in their glory. And then, if we can journey home to Achaean Argos, pride of the breasting eanh, he'll be my son-by-marriage! I will even honor him on a par with my Orestes, full-grown by now, reared in the lap of luxury. Three daughters are mine in my well-built halls- Chrysothemis and Laodice and Iphianassa- and he may lead away whichever one he likes, with no bride-price asked, home to Peleus' house. And I will add a dowry, yes, a magnificent treasure the likes of which no man has ever offered with his daughter! Seven citadels I will give him, filled with people, Cardamyle, Enope, and the grassy slopes of Hire, Pherae the sacrosanct, Anthea deep in meadows, rolling Aepea and Pedasus green with vineyards. All face the sea at the far edge of sandy Pylos and the men who live within them, rich in sheep-flocks, rich in shambling cattle, will honor him like a god with hoards of gifts and beneath his scepter's sway live out his laws in sleek and shining peace.

All this- I would extend to him if he will end his anger. Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one- so monals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim-the greater man."

Nestor the noble charioteer embraced his offer: "Generous marshal Atrides, lord of men Agamemnon!

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No one could underrate these gifts of yours, not now, the treasure trove you offer Prince Achilles. Come-we'll send a detail of picked men. They'll go to Achilles' tent with all good speed. Quick, whomever my eye will light on in review, the mission's theirs. And old Phoenix first- Zeus loves the man, so let him lead the way. Then giant Ajax and tactful royal Odysseus. Heralds? Odius and Eurybates, you escort them. Water for their hands! A reverent silence now ... a prayer to Zeus. Perhaps he'll show us mercy."

The brisk commands he issued pleased them all. Heralds brought the water at once and rinsed their hands, and the young men brimmed the mixing bowls with wine and tipping first drops for the god in every cup they poured full rounds for all. Libations finished, each envoy having drunk to his heart's content, the party moved out from Atrides' shelters. Nestor the old driver gave them marching orders- a sharp glance at each, Odysseus most of all: "Try hard now, bring him round-invincible Achilles!"

So Ajax and Odysseus made their way at once l" where the battle lines of breakers crash and drag, praying hard to the god who moves and shakes the earth that they might bring the proud heart of Achilles round with speed and ease. Reaching the Myrmidon shelters and their ships, they found him there, delighting his heart now, plucking strong and clear on the fine lyre-- beautifully carved, its silver bridge set firm- he won from the spoils when he razed Eetion's city. Achilles was lifting his spirits with it now, singing the famous deeds of fighting heroes .. . Across from him Patroclus sat alone, in silence, waiting for Aeacus' son to fini~h with his song. And on they came, with good Odysseus in the lead,

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and the envoys stood before him. Achilles, stanled, sprang to his feet. the lyre still in his hands, leaving the seat where he had sat in peace. And seeing the men, Patroclus rose up too as the famous runner called and waved them on: "Welcome! Look, dear friends have come our way- I must be sorely needed now-my dearest friends in all the Achaean armies, even in my anger."

So Prince Achilles hailed and led them in, sat them down on settles with purple carpets and quickly told Patrodus standing by, "Come, a bigger winebowl, son of Menoetius, set it here. Mix stronger wine. A cup for the hands of each guest- here beneath my roof are the men I love the most."

He paused. Patroclus obeyed his great friend, who put down a heavy chopping block in the firelight and across ii laid a sheep's chine, a fat goal's and the long back cut of a full-grown pig, marbled with lard. Automedon held the meats while lordly Achilles carved them into quaners, cut them well into pieces, pierced them with spits and Patroclus raked the heanh, a man like a god making the fire blaze. Once ii had burned down and the flames died away, he scattered the coals and stretching the spilled meats across the embers, raised them onto suppons and sprinkled clean pure salt. As soon as the roasts were done and spread on platters, Patroclus brought the bread, set it out on the board in ample wicker baskets. Achilles served the meat. Then face-to-face with his noble guest Odysseus he took his seat along the fanher wall, he told his friend to sacrifice to the gods and Patroclus threw the first cuts in the fire. They reached out for the good things that lay at hand and when they had put aside desire for food and drink, Ajax nodded to Phoenix. Odysseus caught the signal,

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filled his cup and lifted it toward Achilles, opening with this toast: "Your health, Achilles! We have no lack of a handsome feast, I see that, either in Agamemnon's tents, the son of Atreus, or here and now, in yours. We can all banquet here to our bean's content.

But it's not the flowing feast that is on our minds now-no, a stark disaster, too much to bear, Achilles bred by the gods, that is what we are staring in the face and we are afraid. All hangs in the balance now: whether we save our benched ships or they're destroyed, unless, of course, you put your fighting power in harness. They have pitched camp right at our ships and rampan, those brazen Trojans, they and their far-famed allies, thousands of fires blaze throughout their armies ... Nothing can stop them now-that's their boast- they'll hurl themselves against our blackened hulls. And the son of Cronus sends them signs on the right, Zeus's firebolts flashing. And headlong Hector, delirious with his strength, rages uncontrollably, trusting to Zeus-no fear of man or god, nothing- a powerful rabid frenzy has him in its grip! Hector prays for the sacred Dawn to break at once, he threatens to lop the high horns of our stems and gut our ships with fire, and all our comrades pinned against the hulls, panicked by thick smoke, he'll rout and kill in blood! A nightmare-I fear it, with all my bean- I fear the gods will carry out his threats and then it will be our fate to die in Troy, far from the stallion-land of Argos ...

Up with you- now, late as it is, if you want to pull our Argives, our hard-hit armies, clear of the Trojan onslaught. Fail us now? What a grief it will be to you through all the years to come. No remedy, no way to cure the damage once it's done.

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Come, while there's still time, think hard: how can you fight off the Argives' fatal day? Oh old friend, surely your father Peleus urged you, that day he sent you out of Phthia to Agamemnon, 'My son, victory is what Athena and Hera will give, if they so choose. But you, you hold in check that proud, fiery spirit of yours inside your chest! Friendship is much better. Vicious quarrels are deadly- put an end to them, at once. Your Achaean comrades, young and old, will exalt you all the more.' That was your aged father's paning advice. It must have slipped your mind.

But now at last, stop, Achilles-let your bean-devouring anger go! The king will hand you gifts to match his insults if only you'll relent and end your anger ... So come then, listen, as I count out the gifts, the troves in his tents that Agamemnon vows to give you. Seven tripods never touched by fire, ten bars of gold, twenty burnished cauldrons, a dozen massive stallions, racers who earned him trophies with their speed. He is no poor man who owns what they have won, not strapped for goods with all that lovely gold- what trophies those high-strung horses carried off for him! Seven women he'll give you, flawless, skilled in crafts, women of Lesbos-the ones he chose, his privilege, that day you captured the Lesbos citadel yourself: they outclassed the tribes of women in their beauty. These he will give, and along with them will go the one he took away at first, Briseus' daughter, and he will swear a solemn, binding oath in the bargain: he never mounted her bed, never once made love with her ... the natural thing, my lord, men and women joined. Now all these gifts will be handed you at once. But if, later, the gods allow us to plunder the great city of Priam, you shall enter in when we share the spoils, load the holds of your ship with gold and bronze-as much as your he~n desires-

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and choose for your pleasure twenty Trojan women second only to Argive Helen in their glory. And then, if we can journey home to Achaean Argos, pride of the breasting earth, you'll be his son-by-marriage ... He will even honor you on a par with his Orestes, full-grown by now, reared in the lap of luxury. Three daughters are his in his well-built halls, Chrysothemis and Laodice and Iphianassa- and you may lead away whichever one you like, with no bride-price asked, home to Peleus' house. 350 And he will add a dowry, yes, a magnificent treasure the likes of which no man has ever offered with his daughter ... Seven citadels he will give you. filled with people, Cardamyle, Enope, and the grassy slopes of Hire, Pherae the sacrosanct, Anthea deep in meadows, rolling Aepea and Pedasus green with vineyards. All face the sea at the far edge of sandy Pylos and the men who live within them, rich in sheep-flocks, rich in shambling cattle, will honor you like a god with hoards of gifts and beneath your scepter's sway live out your laws in sleek and shining peace.

All this ... he would extend to you if you will end your anger. But if you hate the son of Atreus all the more, him and his troves of gifts, at least take pity on all our united forces mauled in battle here-- they will honor you, honor you like a god. Think of the glory you will gather in their eyes! Now you can kill Hector-seized with murderous frenzy, certain there's not a single fighter his equal, no Achaean brought to Troy in the ships- now, for once, you can meet the man head-on!"

The famous runner Achilles rose to his challenge: "Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, great tactician . .. I must say what I have to say straight out, must tell you how I feel and how all this will end- so you won't crowd around me, one after another,

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coaxing like a murmuring clutch of doves. I hate that man like the very Gates of Death who says one thing but hides another in his bean. I will say it outright. That seems best to me. Will Agamemnon win me over? Not for all the world, nor will all the rest of Achaea 's armies. No, what lasting thanks in the long run for warring with our enemies, on and on, no end? One and the same lot for the man who hangs back and the man who battles hard. The same honor waits for the coward and the brave. They both go down to Death, the fighter who shirks, the one who works to exhaustion. And what's laid up for me, what pittance? Nothing- and after suffering hardships, year in, year out, staking my life on the monal risks of war.

Like a mother bird hurrying morsels back to her unfledged young-whatever she can catch- but it's all starvation wages for herself.

So for me. Many a sleepless night I've bivouacked in harness, day after bloody day I've hacked my passage through, fighting other soldiers to win their wives as prizes. Twelve cities of men I've stormed and sacked from shipboard, eleven I claim by land, on the fenile eanh of Troy. And from all I dragged off piles of splendid plunder, hauled ii away and always gave the lot to Agamemnon, that son of Atreus-always skulking behind the lines, safe in his fast ships-and he would take it all, he'd parcel out some scraps but keep the lion's share. Some he'd hand to the lords and kings-prizes of honor- and they, they hold them still. From me alone, Achilles of all Achaeans, he seizes, he keeps the bride I love ... Well let him bed her now- enjoy her to the hilt!

Why must we battle Trojans, men of Argos? Why did he muster an army, lead us here, that son of Atreus? Why, why in the world if not

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for Helen with her loose and lustrous hair? Are they the only men alive who love their wives, those sons of Atreus? Never! Any decent man, a man with sense, loves his own, cares for his own

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broad, enormous, and planted stakes to guard it. No use! He still can't block the power of man-killing Hector! No, though as long as I fought on Achaea's lines Hector had little lust to charge beyond his walls, never ventured beyond the Scaean Gates and oak tree. There he stood up to me alone one day- 430 and barely escaped my onslaught.

Ah but now, since I have no desire to battle glorious Hector, tomorrow at daybreak, once I have sacrificed to Zeus and all the gods and loaded up my holds

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and you will see my squadrons sail at dawn, fanning out on the Hellespont that swarms with fish, my crews manning the oarlocks, rowing out with a will, and if the famed god of the eanhquake grants us safe passage, «o the third day out we raise the dark rich soil of Phthia . There lies my wealth, hoards of it, all I left behind when I sailed to Troy on this, this insane voyage-- and still more hoards from here: gold, ruddy bronze, women sashed and lovely, and gleaming gray iron, and I will haul It home, all I won as plunder. All but my prize of honor . . .

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he who gave that prize has snatched it back again- what outrage! That high and mighty King Agamemnon, that son of Atreus!

Go back and tell him all, all I say-out in the open too-so other Achaeans can wheel on him in anger if he still hopes- who knows?-to deceive some other comrade.

Shameless, inveterate-armored in shamelessness! Dog that he is, he'd never dare to look me straight in the eyes again. No, I'll never set heads together with that man- no planning in common, no taking common action. He cheated me, did me damage, wrong! But never again, he'll never rob me blind with his twisting words again! Once is enough for him. Die and be damned for all I care! Zeus who rules the world has ripped his wits away. His gifts, I loathe his gifts ... I wouldn't give you a splinter for that man!

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Not If he gave me ten times as much, twenty times over, all he possesses now, and all that could pour in from the world's end- not all the wealth that's freighted into Orchomenos, even into Thebes, Egyptian Thebes where the houses overflow with the greatest troves

of treasure, Thebes with the hundred gates and through each gate battalions, two hundred fighters surge to war with teams and chariots- no, not if his gifts outnumbered all the grains of sand and dust in the earth-no, not even then could Agamemnon bring my fighting spirit round until he pays me back, pays full measure for all his heanbreaking outrage!

His daughter ... I will marry no daughter of Agamemnon. Not if she rivaled Aphrodite in all her golden glory, not if she matched the crafts of clear-eyed Athena, not even then would I make her my wife! No, let her father pitch on some other Argive-

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Plenty of Argive women wait in Bellas and ln·Phthla, daughters of lords who rule their citadels in power. Whomever I want I'll make my cherished wife-at home. Time and again my fiery spirit drove me to win a wife, a fine panner to please my hean, to enjoy with her the treasures my old father Peleus piled high. I say no wealth ls wonh my life! Not all they claim was stored in the depths of Troy, that city built on riches, in the old days of peace before the sons of Achaea came- not all the gold held fast in the Archer's rocky vaults, in Phoebus Apollo's house on Pytho's sheer cliff's! Cattle and fat sheep can all be had for the raiding, tripods all for the trading, and tawny-headed stallions. But a man's life breath cannot come back again-

force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

Mother tells me, the immonal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet, that two fates bear me on to the day of death. If I hold out here and I lay siege to Troy, my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies. If I voyage back to the fatherland I love, my pride, my glory dies ... true, but the life that's left me will be long, the stroke of death will not come on me quickly.

One thing more. To the rest I'd pass on this advice: sail home nowl You will never set your eyes on the day of doom that topples looming Troy. Thundering Zeus has spread his hands above her- her armies have taken heanl

So you go back to the great men of Achaea. You report my message- since this is the privilege of senior c}iiefs- let them work out a better plan of action, use their imaginations now to save the ships and Achaea's armies pressed to their hollow hulls. This maneuver will never work for them, this scheme

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they hatched for the moment as I raged on and on. But Phoenix can stay and rest the night with us, so he can voyage home, home in the ships with me to the fatherland we love. Tomorrow at dawn. But only if Phoenix wishes. I will never force the man to go."

He stopped. A stunned silence seized them all, struck dumb-- Achilles' ringing denials overwhelmed them so. At last Phoenix the old charioteer spoke out, he burst into tears, terrified for Achaea's fleet: "Sail home? Is that what you're turning over in your mind, my glorious one, Achilles? Have you no heart at all to fight the gutting fire from the fast trim ships? The spirit inside you overpowered by anger! How could I be severed from you, dear boy, left behind on the beachhead here-alone? The old horseman Peleus had me escort you, that day he sent you out of Phthla to Agamemnon, a youngster still untrained for the great leveler, war, still green at debate where men can make their mark. So he dispatched me, to teach you all these things, to make you a man of words and a man of action too. Cut off from you with a charge like that, dear boy? I have no heart to be left behind, not even if Zeus himself would swear to scrape away the scurf of age and make me young again ... As fresh as I was that time I first set out from Hellas where the women are a wonder, fleeing a blood feud with my father, Amyntor, Ormenus' son. How furious father was with me, over his mistress with her dark, glistening hair. How he would dote on her and spurn his wedded wife, my own mother! And time and again she begged me, hugging my knees, to bed my father's mistress down and kill the young girl's taste for an old man. Mother-I did your bidding, did my work ... But father, suspecting at once, cursed me roundly,

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he screamed out to the cruel Furies-'Never, never let me bounce on my knees a son of his, sprung of his loinsl'-and the gods drove home that curse, mighty Zeus of the Underworld and grim Persephone. So I, I took it into my head to lay him low with sharp bronze! But a god checked my anger, he warned me of what the whole realm would say, the loose talk of the people, rough slurs of men- they must not call me a father-killer, our Achaeansl Then nothing could keep me there, my blood so fired up. No more strolling about the halls with father raging. But there was a crowd of kin and cousins round me, holding me in the house, begging me to stay ... they butchered plenty of fat sheep, banquet fare, and shambling crook-homed cattle, droves of pigs, succulent, rich with fat-they singed the bristles, splaying the porkers out across Hephaestus' fire, then wine from the old man's jars, all we could drink. Nine nights they passed the hours, hovering over me, keeping the watch by rounds. The fires never died, one ablaze in the colonnade of the walled court, one in the porch outside my bedroom doors.

But then, when the tenth night came on me, black as pitch, I burst the doors of the chamber bolted tight and out I rushed, I leapt the walls at a bound, giving the slip to guards and women servants.

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And away I fled through the whole expanse of Hellas sso and gaining the good dark soil of Phthia, mother of flocks, I reached the king, and Peleus gave me a royal welcome. Peleus loved me as a father loves a son, I tell you, his only child, the heir to his boundless wealth, he made me a rich man, he gave me throngs of subjects, I ruled the Dolopes, settling down on Phthia's west frontier. And I made you what you are-strong as the gods, Achilles- 1 loved you from the heart. You'd never go with another to banquet on the town or feast in your own halls. Never, until I'd sat you down on my knees 590

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and cu1 you the first bits of meat, remember? You'd ca1 your fill, I'd hold the cup to your lips and all 100 often you soaked the shin on my chest, spitting up some wine, a baby's way ... a misery. Oh I had my share of troubles for you, Achilles, did my share of labor. Brooding, never forgetting the gods would bring no son of mine 10 birth, not from my own loins.

So you, Achilles-- great godlike Achilles-I made you my son, I tried, so someday you might fight disaster ell' my back. But now, Achilles, beat down your mounting fury! It's wrong to have such an iron, ruthless heart. Even the gods themselves can bend and change, and theirs is the greater power, honor, strength. Even the gods, I say, with incense, soothing vows, with full cups poured and the deep smoky savor men can bring them round, begging for pardon when one oversteps the mark, does something wrong. We do have Prayers, you know, Prayers for forgiveness, daughters of mighty Zeus ... and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin. But Ruin is strong and swift- She outstrips them all by far, stealing a march, leaping over the whole wide earth to bring mankind to grief. And the Prayers trail after, trying to heal the wounds. And then, if a man reveres these daughters of Zeus as they draw near him, they will help him greatly and listen to his appeals. But if one denies them, turns them away, still'-necked and harsh-011' they go to the son of Cronus, Zeus, and pray that Ruin will strike the man down, crazed and blinded until he's paid the price.

Relent, Achilles-you tool See that honor attend these good daughters of Zeus, honor that sways the minds of others, even heroes.

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I'd be the last 10 tell you, 'Cast your rage to the winds! 630 Defend your friendsl'-despite their desperate straits. But now, look, he gives you a trove of treasures right away, and vows there are more to follow. He sends the bravest captains to implore you, leaders picked from the whole Achaean army, comrades-in-arms that you love most yourself. Don't dismiss their appeal, their expedition here-- though no one could blame your anger, not before. So it was in the old days too. So we've heard in the famous deeds of fighting men, of heroes, 640 when seething anger would overcome the great ones. Still you could bring them round with gifts and winning words. There's an old tale I remember, an ancient exploit, nothing recent, but this is how it went ... We are all friends here-let me tell ii now.

The Curetes were fighting the combat-hard Aetolians, armies ringing Calydon, slaughtering each other, Aetolians defending their city's handsome walls and Curetes primed 10 lay them waste in battle. It all began when Artemis throned in gold 650 loosed a disaster on them, incensed that Oeneus offered her no first fruits, his orchard's crowning glory. The rest of the gods had feasted full on oxen, true, but the Huntress alone, almighty Zeus's daughter- Oeneus gave her nothing. It slipped his mind or he failed to care, but what a fatal error! How she fumed, Zeus's child who showers arrows, she loosed a bristling wild boar, his tusks gleaming, crashing his savage, monstrous way through Oeneus' orchard, ripping up whole trunks from the earth to pitch them headlong, 660 rows of them, roots and all, appieblossoms and alll But the son of Oeneus, Meleager, cut him down- mustering hunters out of a dozen cities,

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packs of hounds as well. No slim band of men could ever finish him of!', that rippling killer, he stacked so many men atop the tear-soaked pyre. But over his body the goddess raised a terrific din, a war for the prize, the huge beast's head and shaggy hide- Curetes locked to the death with brave Aetolians.

Now, so long as the battle-hungry Meleager fought, 670 it was deadly going for the Curetes. No hope of holding their ground outside their own city walls, despite superior numbers. But then, when the wrath came sweeping over the man, the same anger that swells the chests of others, for all their care and self-control- then, hean enraged at his own dear mother Althaea, Meleager kept to his bed beside his wedded wife, Cleopatra ... that great beauty. Remember her? The daughter of trim-heeled Marpessa, Euenus' child, and her husband Idas, strongest man of the men 680 who once walked the eanh-he even braved Apollo, he drew his bow at the Archer, all for Marpessa the girl with lovely ankles. There in the halls her father and mother always called Cleopatra Halcyon, after the seabird's name ... grieving once for her own fate her mother had raised the halcyon's thin, painful cry, wailing that lord Apollo the distant deadly Archer had whisked her far from Ida s.

Meleager's Cleopatra- she was the one he lay beside those days, brooding over his heanbreaking anger. 690 He was enraged by the curses of his mother, volleys of curses she called down from the gods. So racked with grief for her brother he had killed she kept pounding fists on the eanh that feeds us all, kept crying out to the god of death and grim Persephone, flung herself on the ground, tears streaking her robes and she screamed out, 'Kill Meleager, kill my son!' And out of the world of darkness a Fury heard her cries,

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stalking the night with a Fury's brutal heart, and suddenly- thunder breaking around the gates, the roar of enemies, towers battered under assault. And Aetolla's elders begged Meleager, sent high priests of the gods, pleading, 'Come out nowt defend your people nowl'- and they vowed a princely gift. Wherever the richest land of green Calydon lay, there they urged him to choose a grand estate, full fifty acres, half of it turned to vineyards, half 10 open plowland, and carve It from the plain. And over and over the old horseman Oeneus begged him, he took a stand at the vaulted chamber's threshold, shaking the bolted doors, begging his own son! Over and over his brothers and noble mother implored him-he refused them all the more- and troops of comrades, devoted, dearest friends. Not even they could bring his fighting spirit round until, at last, rocks were raining down on the chamber, Curetes about to mount the towers and torch the great city! And then, finally, Meleager's bride, beautiful Cleopatra begged him, streaming tears, recounting all the griefs that fall to people whose city's seized and plundered-- the men slaughtered, citadel burned to rubble, enemies dragging the children, raping the sashed and lovely women. How his spirit leapt when he heard those horrors-- and buckling his gleaming armor round his body, out he rushed to war. And so he saved them all from the fatal day, he gave way to his own feelings, but too late. No longer would they make good the gifts, those troves of gifts to warm his heart, and even so he beat oll" that disaster . . . empty-handed.

But you, you wipe such thoughts from your mind. Don't let your spirit turn you down that path, dear boy. Harder to save the warships once they're up in flames. Now-while the gifts still wait-go out and fighll Go-the Achaeans all will honor you like a god!

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But enter this man-killing war without the gifts- your fame will flag, no longer the same honor, even though you hurl the Trojans home!"

But the swift runner Achilles answered firmly, "Phoenix, old father, bred and loved by the gods, what do I need with honor such as that? I say my honor lies in the great decree of Zeus. That gift will hold me here by the beaked ships as long as the life breath remains inside my chest and my springing knees will lift me. Another thing- take it to heart, I urge you. Stop confusing my fixed resolve with this, this weeping and wailing just to serve his pleasure, Atreus' mighty son. It degrades you to curry favor with that man, and I will hate you for it, I who love you. It does you proud to stand by me, my friend, to attack the man who attacks me- be king on a par with me, take half my honors! These men will carry their message back, but you, you stay here and spend the night in a soft bed. Then, tomorrow at first light, we will decide whether we sail home or hold out here."

With that, he gave Patroclus a sharp glance, a quiet nod to pile the bedding deep for Phoenix now, a sign to the rest to think of leaving quickly. Giant Ajax rose to his feet, the son of Telamon, tall as a god, turned and broke his silence: "Ready, Odysseus? Royal son of Laertes, great tactician-come, home we go now. There's no achieving our mission here, I see, not with this approach. Best to return at once, give the Achaeans a full report, defeating as it is. They must be sitting there, waiting for us now.

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we honored him past all others by the ships. Hard, ruthless man ... Why, any man will accept the blood-price paid for a brother murdered, a child done to death. And the murderer lives on in his own country- the man has paid enough, and the injured kinsman curbs his pride, his smoldering, vengeful spirit, once he takes the price.

You-the gods have planted a cruel, relentless fury in your chest! All for a girl, just one, and here we offer you seven-outstanding beauties- that, and a treasure trove besides. Achilles, put some human kindness in your heart. Show respect for your own house. Here we are, under your roof, sent from the whole Achaean force! Past all other men, all other Achaean comrades, we long to be your closest, dearest friends."

And the swift runner Achilles answered warmly, "Ajax, royal son of Telamon, captain of armies, all well said, after my own heart, or mostly so. But my heart still heaves with rage whenever I call to mind that arrogance of his- how he mortified me, right in front of the Argives- that son of Atreus treating me like some vagabond, like some outcast stripped of all my rights! You go back to him and declare my message: I will not think of arming for bloody war again, not till the son of wise King Priam, dazzling Hector batters all the way to the Myrmidon ships and shelters, slaughtering Arglves, gutting the hulls with fire. But round my own black ship and camp this Hector blazing for battle will be stopped, I trust- stopped dead in his tracks!"

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Patroclus told his friends and serving-women to pile a deep wann bed for Phoenix, quickly. They obeyed and spread the bed as he ordered, with fleeces, woolen throws and soft linen sheets. There the old man lay, awaiting shining Dawn. And deep in his well-built lodge Achilles slept with the woman he brought from Lesbos, Phorbas' daughter, Diomede in all her beauty sleeping by his side. And over across from him Patroclus slept with the sashed and lovely Iphis by his side, whom Prince Achilles gave him the day he took the heights of Scyros, Enyeus' rocky stronghold.

But once the envoys reached Atrides' shelters, comrades leapt to their feet, welcomed them back and clustering round them, lifted golden cups. One after another pressed them with questions, King Agamemnon most urgent of all: "Come-- tell me, famous Odysseus, Achaea's pride and glory- will he fight the fire off the ships? Or does he refuse, does rage still grip his proud, mighty spirit?"

And the steady, long-enduring Odysseus replied, "Great marshal Atrides, lord of men Agamemnon, that man has no intention of quenching his rage. He's still bursting with anger, more than ever- he spurns you, spurns all your gifts. Work out your own defense, he says, you and your captains save the Argive armies and the ships. Himself? Achilles threatens, tomorrow at first light, to haul his well-benched warships out to sea. And what's more, he advises all the rest, 'Sail home now. You will never set your eyes on the day of doom that topples looming Troy. Thundering Zeus has spread his hands above her ... her armies have taken bean.'

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Ajax and two heralds, both clear-headed men. But old Phoenix passes the night in camp as Achilles bids him, so he can voyage home, home in the ships with him to the fatherland they love. Tomorrow at dawn. But only if Phoenix wishes. He will never force the man to go.''

So he reported. Silence held them all, struck dumb by his story, Odysseus' words still ringing in their ears. A long while they said nothing, spirits dashed. Finally Diomedes lord of the war cry broke forth: "Great marshal Atrides, lord of men Agamemnon- if only you'd never begged the dauntless son of Peleus, holding out to Achilles trove on trove of gifts! He's a proud man at the best of times, and now you've only plunged him deeper in his pride. I say have done with the man- whether he sails for home or stays on here. He'll fight again-in his own good time-whenever the courage in him flares and a god fires his blood. So come, follow my orders. And all of us unite. Go to sleep now, full to your heart's content with food and wine, a soldier's strength and nerve. Then when the Dawn's red fingers shine in all their glory, quickly deploy your chariots and battalions, Agamemnon, out in front of the ships-you spur them on and you yourself, you fight in the front ranks!"

And Achaea's kings all shouted their assent, stirred by the stallion-breaking Diomedes' challenge. Pouring cups to the gods, each warlord sought his shelter. There they spent the night and took the gift of sleep.

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