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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Tales of Troy: Ulysses the Sacker of Cities + + +Author: Andrew Lang + +Release Date: April 29, 2005 [eBook #1973] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TALES OF TROY: ULYSSES THE SACKER +OF CITIES*** +</pre> +<p><a name="startoftext"></a></p> +<p>Transcribed from the 1912 Longmans, Green, and Co. edition by David +Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk</p> +<h1>TALES OF TROY: ULYSSES THE SACKER OF CITIES<br /> +by Andrew Lang</h1> +<p>Contents:</p> +<p>The Boyhood and Parents of Ulysses<br /> +How People Lived in the Time of Ulysses<br /> +The Wooing of Helen of the Fair Hands<br /> +The Stealing of Helen<br /> +Trojan Victories<br /> +Battle at the Ships<br /> +The Slaying and Avenging of Patroclus<br /> +The Cruelty of Achilles, and the Ransoming of Hector<br /> +How Ulysses Stole the Luck of Troy<br /> +The Battles with the Amazons and Memnon—the Death of Achilles<br /> +Ulysses Sails to seek the Son of Achilles.—The Valour of Eurypylus<br /> +The Slaying of Paris<br /> +How Ulysses Invented the Device of the Horse of Tree<br /> +The End of Troy and the Saving of Helen</p> +<h2>THE BOYHOOD AND PARENTS OF ULYSSES</h2> +<p>Long ago, in a little island called Ithaca, on the west coast of +Greece, there lived a king named Laertes. His kingdom was small +and mountainous. People used to say that Ithaca “lay like +a shield upon the sea,” which sounds as if it were a flat country. +But in those times shields were very large, and rose at the middle into +two peaks with a hollow between them, so that Ithaca, seen far off in +the sea, with her two chief mountain peaks, and a cloven valley between +them, looked exactly like a shield. The country was so rough that +men kept no horses, for, at that time, people drove, standing up in +little light chariots with two horses; they never rode, and there was +no cavalry in battle: men fought from chariots. When Ulysses, +the son of Laertes, King of Ithaca grew up, he never fought from a chariot, +for he had none, but always on foot.</p> +<p>If there were no horses in Ithaca, there was plenty of cattle. +The father of Ulysses had flocks of sheep, and herds of swine, and wild +goats, deer, and hares lived in the hills and in the plains. The +sea was full of fish of many sorts, which men caught with nets, and +with rod and line and hook.</p> +<p>Thus Ithaca was a good island to live in. The summer was long, +and there was hardly any winter; only a few cold weeks, and then the +swallows came back, and the plains were like a garden, all covered with +wild flowers—violets, lilies, narcissus, and roses. With +the blue sky and the blue sea, the island was beautiful. White +temples stood on the shores; and the Nymphs, a sort of fairies, had +their little shrines built of stone, with wild rose-bushes hanging over +them.</p> +<p>Other islands lay within sight, crowned with mountains, stretching +away, one behind the other, into the sunset. Ulysses in the course +of his life saw many rich countries, and great cities of men, but, wherever +he was, his heart was always in the little isle of Ithaca, where he +had learned how to row, and how to sail a boat, and how to shoot with +bow and arrow, and to hunt boars and stags, and manage his hounds.</p> +<p>The mother of Ulysses was called Anticleia: she was the daughter +of King Autolycus, who lived near Parnassus, a mountain on the mainland. +This King Autolycus was the most cunning of men. He was a Master +Thief, and could steal a man’s pillow from under his head, but +he does not seem to have been thought worse of for this. The Greeks +had a God of Thieves, named Hermes, whom Autolycus worshipped, and people +thought more good of his cunning tricks than harm of his dishonesty. +Perhaps these tricks of his were only practised for amusement; however +that may be, Ulysses became as artful as his grandfather; he was both +the bravest and the most cunning of men, but Ulysses never stole things, +except once, as we shall hear, from the enemy in time of war. +He showed his cunning in stratagems of war, and in many strange escapes +from giants and man-eaters.</p> +<p>Soon after Ulysses was born, his grandfather came to see his mother +and father in Ithaca. He was sitting at supper when the nurse +of Ulysses, whose name was Eurycleia, brought in the baby, and set him +on the knees of Autolycus, saying, “Find a name for your grandson, +for he is a child of many prayers.”</p> +<p>“I am very angry with many men and women in the world,” +said Autolycus, “so let the child’s name be <i>A Man of +Wrath</i>,” which, in Greek, was Odysseus. So the child +was called Odysseus by his own people, but the name was changed into +Ulysses, and we shall call him Ulysses.</p> +<p>We do not know much about Ulysses when he was a little boy, except +that he used to run about the garden with his father, asking questions, +and begging that he might have fruit trees “for his very own.” +He was a great pet, for his parents had no other son, so his father +gave him thirteen pear trees, and forty fig trees, and promised him +fifty rows of vines, all covered with grapes, which he could eat when +he liked, without asking leave of the gardener. So he was not +tempted to steal fruit, like his grandfather.</p> +<p>When Autolycus gave Ulysses his name, he said that he must come to +stay with him, when he was a big boy, and he would get splendid presents. +Ulysses was told about this, so, when he was a tall lad, he crossed +the sea and drove in his chariot to the old man’s house on Mount +Parnassus. Everybody welcomed him, and next day his uncles and +cousins and he went out to hunt a fierce wild boar, early in the morning. +Probably Ulysses took his own dog, named Argos, the best of hounds, +of which we shall hear again, long afterwards, for the dog lived to +be very old. Soon the hounds came on the scent of a wild boar, +and after them the men went, with spears in their hands, and Ulysses +ran foremost, for he was already the swiftest runner in Greece.</p> +<p>He came on a great boar lying in a tangled thicket of boughs and +bracken, a dark place where the sun never shone, nor could the rain +pierce through. Then the noise of the men’s shouts and the +barking of the dogs awakened the boar, and up he sprang, bristling all +over his back, and with fire shining from his eyes. In rushed +Ulysses first of all, with his spear raised to strike, but the boar +was too quick for him, and ran in, and drove his sharp tusk sideways, +ripping up the thigh of Ulysses. But the boar’s tusk missed +the bone, and Ulysses sent his sharp spear into the beast’s right +shoulder, and the spear went clean through, and the boar fell dead, +with a loud cry. The uncles of Ulysses bound up his wound carefully, +and sang a magical song over it, as the French soldiers wanted to do +to Joan of Arc when the arrow pierced her shoulder at the siege of Orleans. +Then the blood ceased to flow, and soon Ulysses was quite healed of +his wound. They thought that he would be a good warrior, and gave +him splendid presents, and when he went home again he told all that +had happened to his father and mother, and his nurse, Eurycleia. +But there was always a long white mark or scar above his left knee, +and about that scar we shall hear again, many years afterwards.</p> +<h2>HOW PEOPLE LIVED IN THE TIME OF ULYSSES</h2> +<p>When Ulysses was a young man he wished to marry a princess of his +own rank. Now there were at that time many kings in Greece, and +you must be told how they lived. Each king had his own little +kingdom, with his chief town, walled with huge walls of enormous stone. +Many of these walls are still standing, though the grass has grown over +the ruins of most of them, and in later years, men believed that those +walls must have been built by giants, the stones are so enormous. +Each king had nobles under him, rich men, and all had their palaces, +each with its courtyard, and its long hall, where the fire burned in +the midst, and the King and Queen sat beside it on high thrones, between +the four chief carved pillars that held up the roof. The thrones +were made of cedar wood and ivory, inlaid with gold, and there were +many other chairs and small tables for guests, and the walls and doors +were covered with bronze plates, and gold and silver, and sheets of +blue glass. Sometimes they were painted with pictures of bull +hunts, and a few of these pictures may still be seen. At night +torches were lit, and placed in the hands of golden figures of boys, +but all the smoke of fire and torches escaped by a hole in the roof, +and made the ceiling black. On the walls hung swords and spears +and helmets and shields, which needed to be often cleaned from the stains +of the smoke. The minstrel or poet sat beside the King and Queen, +and, after supper he struck his harp, and sang stories of old wars. +At night the King and Queen slept in their own place, and the women +in their own rooms; the princesses had their chambers upstairs, and +the young princes had each his room built separate in the courtyard.</p> +<p>There were bath rooms with polished baths, where guests were taken +when they arrived dirty from a journey. The guests lay at night +on beds in the portico, for the climate was warm. There were plenty +of servants, who were usually slaves taken in war, but they were very +kindly treated, and were friendly with their masters. No coined +money was used; people paid for things in cattle, or in weighed pieces +of gold. Rich men had plenty of gold cups, and gold-hilted swords, +and bracelets, and brooches. The kings were the leaders in war +and judges in peace, and did sacrifices to the Gods, killing cattle +and swine and sheep, on which they afterwards dined.</p> +<p>They dressed in a simple way, in a long smock of linen or silk, which +fell almost to the feet, but was tucked up into a belt round the waist, +and worn longer or shorter, as they happened to choose. Where +it needed fastening at the throat, golden brooches were used, beautifully +made, with safety pins. This garment was much like the plaid that +the Highlanders used to wear, with its belt and brooches. Over +it the Greeks wore great cloaks of woollen cloth when the weather was +cold, but these they did not use in battle. They fastened their +breastplates, in war, over their smocks, and had other armour covering +the lower parts of the body, and leg armour called “greaves”; +while the great shield which guarded the whole body from throat to ankles +was carried by a broad belt slung round the neck. The sword was +worn in another belt, crossing the shield belt. They had light +shoes in peace, and higher and heavier boots in war, or for walking +across country.</p> +<p>The women wore the smock, with more brooches and jewels than the +men; and had head coverings, with veils, and mantles over all, and necklaces +of gold and amber, earrings, and bracelets of gold or of bronze. +The colours of their dresses were various, chiefly white and purple; +and, when in mourning, they wore very dark blue, not black. All +the armour, and the sword blades and spearheads were made, not of steel +or iron, but of bronze, a mixture of copper and tin. The shields +were made of several thicknesses of leather, with a plating of bronze +above; tools, such as axes and ploughshares, were either of iron or +bronze; and so were the blades of knives and daggers.</p> +<p>To us the houses and way of living would have seemed very splendid, +and also, in some ways, rather rough. The palace floors, at least +in the house of Ulysses, were littered with bones and feet of the oxen +slain for food, but this happened when Ulysses had been long from home. +The floor of the hall in the house of Ulysses was not boarded with planks, +or paved with stone: it was made of clay; for he was a poor king of +small islands. The cooking was coarse: a pig or sheep was killed, +roasted and eaten immediately. We never hear of boiling meat, +and though people probably ate fish, we do not hear of their doing so, +except when no meat could be procured. Still some people must +have liked them; for in the pictures that were painted or cut in precious +stones in these times we see the half-naked fisherman walking home, +carrying large fish.</p> +<p>The people were wonderful workers of gold and bronze. Hundreds +of their golden jewels have been found in their graves, but probably +these were made and buried two or three centuries before the time of +Ulysses. The dagger blades had pictures of fights with lions, +and of flowers, inlaid on them, in gold of various colours, and in silver; +nothing so beautiful is made now. There are figures of men hunting +bulls on some of the gold cups, and these are wonderfully life-like. +The vases and pots of earthenware were painted in charming patterns: +in short, it was a splendid world to live in.</p> +<p>The people believed in many Gods, male and female, under the chief +God, Zeus. The Gods were thought to be taller than men, and immortal, +and to live in much the same way as men did, eating, drinking, and sleeping +in glorious palaces. Though they were supposed to reward good +men, and to punish people who broke their oaths and were unkind to strangers, +there were many stories told in which the Gods were fickle, cruel, selfish, +and set very bad examples to men. How far these stories were believed +is not sure; it is certain that “all men felt a need of the Gods,” +and thought that they were pleased by good actions and displeased by +evil. Yet, when a man felt that his behaviour had been bad, he +often threw the blame on the Gods, and said that they had misled him, +which really meant no more than that “he could not help it.”</p> +<p>There was a curious custom by which the princes bought wives from +the fathers of the princesses, giving cattle and gold, and bronze and +iron, but sometimes a prince got a wife as the reward for some very +brave action. A man would not give his daughter to a wooer whom +she did not love, even if he offered the highest price, at least this +must have been the general rule, for husbands and wives were very fond +of each other, and of their children, and husbands always allowed their +wives to rule the house, and give their advice on everything. +It was thought a very wicked thing for a woman to like another man better +than her husband, and there were few such wives, but among them was +the most beautiful woman who ever lived.</p> +<h2>THE WOOING OF HELEN OF THE FAIR HANDS</h2> +<p>This was the way in which people lived when Ulysses was young, and +wished to be married. The worst thing in the way of life was that +the greatest and most beautiful princesses might be taken prisoners, +and carried off as slaves to the towns of the men who had killed their +fathers and husbands. Now at that time one lady was far the fairest +in the world: namely, Helen, daughter of King Tyndarus. Every +young prince heard of her and desired to marry her; so her father invited +them all to his palace, and entertained them, and found out what they +would give. Among the rest Ulysses went, but his father had a +little kingdom, a rough island, with others near it, and Ulysses had +not a good chance. He was not tall; though very strong and active, +he was a short man with broad shoulders, but his face was handsome, +and, like all the princes, he wore long yellow hair, clustering like +a hyacinth flower. His manner was rather hesitating, and he seemed +to speak very slowly at first, though afterwards his words came freely. +He was good at everything a man can do; he could plough, and build houses, +and make ships, and he was the best archer in Greece, except one, and +could bend the great bow of a dead king, Eurytus, which no other man +could string. But he had no horses, and had no great train of +followers; and, in short, neither Helen nor her father thought of choosing +Ulysses for her husband out of so many tall, handsome young princes, +glittering with gold ornaments. Still, Helen was very kind to +Ulysses, and there was great friendship between them, which was fortunate +for her in the end.</p> +<p>Tyndarus first made all the princes take an oath that they would +stand by the prince whom he chose, and would fight for him in all his +quarrels. Then he named for her husband Menelaus, King of Lacedaemon. +He was a very brave man, but not one of the strongest; he was not such +a fighter as the gigantic Aias, the tallest and strongest of men; or +as Diomede, the friend of Ulysses; or as his own brother, Agamemnon, +the King of the rich city of Mycenae, who was chief over all other princes, +and general of the whole army in war. The great lions carved in +stone that seemed to guard his city are still standing above the gate +through which Agamemnon used to drive his chariot.</p> +<p>The man who proved to be the best fighter of all, Achilles, was not +among the lovers of Helen, for he was still a boy, and his mother, Thetis +of the silver feet, a goddess of the sea, had sent him to be brought +up as a girl, among the daughters of Lycomedes of Scyros, in an island +far away. Thetis did this because Achilles was her only child, +and there was a prophecy that, if he went to the wars, he would win +the greatest glory, but die very young, and never see his mother again. +She thought that if war broke out he would not be found hiding in girl’s +dress, among girls, far away.</p> +<p>So at last, after thinking over the matter for long, Tyndarus gave +fair Helen to Menelaus, the rich King of Lacedaemon; and her twin sister +Clytaemnestra, who was also very beautiful, was given to King Agamemnon, +the chief over all the princes. They all lived very happily together +at first, but not for long.</p> +<p>In the meantime King Tyndarus spoke to his brother Icarius, who had +a daughter named Penelope. She also was very pretty, but not nearly +so beautiful as her cousin, fair Helen, and we know that Penelope was +not very fond of her cousin. Icarius, admiring the strength and +wisdom of Ulysses, gave him his daughter Penelope to be his wife, and +Ulysses loved her very dearly, no man and wife were ever dearer to each +other. They went away together to rocky Ithaca, and perhaps Penelope +was not sorry that a wide sea lay between her home and that of Helen; +for Helen was not only the fairest woman that ever lived in the world, +but she was so kind and gracious and charming that no man could see +her without loving her. When she was only a child, the famous +prince Theseus, who was famous in Greek Story, carried her away to his +own city of Athens, meaning to marry her when she grew up, and even +at that time, there was a war for her sake, for her brothers followed +Theseus with an army, and fought him, and brought her home.</p> +<p>She had fairy gifts; for instance, she had a great red jewel, called +“the Star,” and when she wore it red drops seemed to fall +from it and vanished before they touched and stained her white breast—so +white that people called her “the Daughter of the Swan.” +She could speak in the very voice of any man or woman, so folk also +named her Echo, and it was believed that she could neither grow old +nor die, but would at last pass away to the Elysian plain and the world’s +end, where life is easiest for men. No snow comes thither, nor +great storm, nor any rain; but always the river of Ocean that rings +round the whole earth sends forth the west wind to blow cool on the +people of King Rhadamanthus of the fair hair. These were some +of the stories that men told of fair Helen, but Ulysses was never sorry +that he had not the fortune to marry her, so fond he was of her cousin, +his wife, Penelope, who was very wise and good.</p> +<p>When Ulysses brought his wife home they lived, as the custom was, +in the palace of his father, King Laertes, but Ulysses, with his own +hands, built a chamber for Penelope and himself. There grew a +great olive tree in the inner court of the palace, and its stem was +as large as one of the tall carved pillars of the hall. Round +about this tree Ulysses built the chamber, and finished it with close-set +stones, and roofed it over, and made close-fastening doors. Then +he cut off all the branches of the olive tree, and smoothed the trunk, +and shaped it into the bed-post, and made the bedstead beautiful with +inlaid work of gold and silver and ivory. There was no such bed +in Greece, and no man could move it from its place, and this bed comes +again into the story, at the very end.</p> +<p>Now time went by, and Ulysses and Penelope had one son called Telemachus; +and Eurycleia, who had been his father’s nurse, took care of him. +They were all very happy, and lived in peace in rocky Ithaca, and Ulysses +looked after his lands, and flocks, and herds, and went hunting with +his dog Argos, the swiftest of hounds.</p> +<h2>THE STEALING OF HELEN</h2> +<p>This happy time did not last long, and Telemachus was still a baby, +when war arose, so great and mighty and marvellous as had never been +known in the world. Far across the sea that lies on the east of +Greece, there dwelt the rich King Priam. His town was called Troy, +or Ilios, and it stood on a hill near the seashore, where are the straits +of Hellespont, between Europe and Asia; it was a great city surrounded +by strong walls, and its ruins are still standing. The kings could +make merchants who passed through the straits pay toll to them, and +they had allies in Thrace, a part of Europe opposite Troy, and Priam +was chief of all princes on his side of the sea, as Agamemnon was chief +king in Greece. Priam had many beautiful things; he had a vine +made of gold, with golden leaves and clusters, and he had the swiftest +horses, and many strong and brave sons; the strongest and bravest was +named Hector, and the youngest and most beautiful was named Paris.</p> +<p>There was a prophecy that Priam’s wife would give birth to +a burning torch, so, when Paris was born, Priam sent a servant to carry +the baby into a wild wood on Mount Ida, and leave him to die or be eaten +by wolves and wild cats. The servant left the child, but a shepherd +found him, and brought him up as his own son. The boy became as +beautiful, for a boy, as Helen was for a girl, and was the best runner, +and hunter, and archer among the country people. He was loved +by the beautiful Œnone, a nymph—that is, a kind of fairy—who +dwelt in a cave among the woods of Ida. The Greeks and Trojans +believed in these days that such fair nymphs haunted all beautiful woodland +places, and the mountains, and wells, and had crystal palaces, like +mermaids, beneath the waves of the sea. These fairies were not +mischievous, but gentle and kind. Sometimes they married mortal +men, and Œnone was the bride of Paris, and hoped to keep him for +her own all the days of his life.</p> +<p>It was believed that she had the magical power of healing wounded +men, however sorely they were hurt. Paris and Œnone lived +most happily together in the forest; but one day, when the servants +of Priam had driven off a beautiful bull that was in the herd of Paris, +he left the hills to seek it, and came into the town of Troy. +His mother, Hecuba, saw him, and looking at him closely, perceived that +he wore a ring which she had tied round her baby’s neck when he +was taken away from her soon after his birth. Then Hecuba, beholding +him so beautiful, and knowing him to be her son, wept for joy, and they +all forgot the prophecy that he would be a burning torch of fire, and +Priam gave him a house like those of his brothers, the Trojan princes.</p> +<p>The fame of beautiful Helen reached Troy, and Paris quite forgot +unhappy Œnone, and must needs go to see Helen for himself. +Perhaps he meant to try to win her for his wife, before her marriage. +But sailing was little understood in these times, and the water was +wide, and men were often driven for years out of their course, to Egypt, +and Africa, and far away into the unknown seas, where fairies lived +in enchanted islands, and cannibals dwelt in caves of the hills.</p> +<p>Paris came much too late to have a chance of marrying Helen; however, +he was determined to see her, and he made his way to her palace beneath +the mountain Taygetus, beside the clear swift river Eurotas. The +servants came out of the hall when they heard the sound of wheels and +horses’ feet, and some of them took the horses to the stables, +and tilted the chariots against the gateway, while others led Paris +into the hall, which shone like the sun with gold and silver. +Then Paris and his companions were led to the baths, where they were +bathed, and clad in new clothes, mantles of white, and robes of purple, +and next they were brought before King Menelaus, and he welcomed them +kindly, and meat was set before them, and wine in cups of gold. +While they were talking, Helen came forth from her fragrant chamber, +like a Goddess, her maidens following her, and carrying for her an ivory +distaff with violet-coloured wool, which she span as she sat, and heard +Paris tell how far he had travelled to see her who was so famous for +her beauty even in countries far away.</p> +<p>Then Paris knew that he had never seen, and never could see, a lady +so lovely and gracious as Helen as she sat and span, while the red drops +fell and vanished from the ruby called the Star; and Helen knew that +among all the princes in the world there was none so beautiful as Paris. +Now some say that Paris, by art magic, put on the appearance of Menelaus, +and asked Helen to come sailing with him, and that she, thinking he +was her husband, followed him, and he carried her across the wide waters +of Troy, away from her lord and her one beautiful little daughter, the +child Hermione. And others say that the Gods carried Helen herself +off to Egypt, and that they made in her likeness a beautiful ghost, +out of flowers and sunset clouds, whom Paris bore to Troy, and this +they did to cause war between Greeks and Trojans. Another story +is that Helen and her bower maiden and her jewels were seized by force, +when Menelaus was out hunting. It is only certain that Paris and +Helen did cross the seas together, and that Menelaus and little Hermione +were left alone in the melancholy palace beside the Eurotas. Penelope, +we know for certain, made no excuses for her beautiful cousin, but hated +her as the cause of her own sorrows and of the deaths of thousands of +men in war, for all the Greek princes were bound by their oath to fight +for Menelaus against any one who injured him and stole his wife away. +But Helen was very unhappy in Troy, and blamed herself as bitterly as +all the other women blamed her, and most of all Œnone, who had +been the love of Paris. The men were much more kind to Helen, +and were determined to fight to the death rather than lose the sight +of her beauty among them.</p> +<p>The news of the dishonour done to Menelaus and to all the princes +of Greece ran through the country like fire through a forest. +East and west and south and north went the news: to kings in their castles +on the hills, and beside the rivers and on cliffs above the sea. +The cry came to ancient Nestor of the white beard at Pylos, Nestor who +had reigned over two generations of men, who had fought against the +wild folk of the hills, and remembered the strong Heracles, and Eurytus +of the black bow that sang before the day of battle.</p> +<p>The cry came to black-bearded Agamemnon, in his strong town called +“golden Mycenae,” because it was so rich; it came to the +people in Thisbe, where the wild doves haunt; and it came to rocky Pytho, +where is the sacred temple of Apollo and the maid who prophesies. +It came to Aias, the tallest and strongest of men, in his little isle +of Salamis; and to Diomede of the loud war-cry, the bravest of warriors, +who held Argos and Tiryns of the black walls of huge, stones, that are +still standing. The summons came to the western islands and to +Ulysses in Ithaca, and even far south to the great island of Crete of +the hundred cities, where Idomeneus ruled in Cnossos; Idomeneus, whose +ruined palace may still be seen with the throne of the king, and pictures +painted on the walls, and the King’s own draught-board of gold +and silver, and hundreds of tablets of clay, on which are written the +lists of royal treasures. Far north went the news to Pelasgian +Argos, and Hellas, where the people of Peleus dwelt, the Myrmidons; +but Peleus was too old to fight, and his boy, Achilles, dwelt far away, +in the island of Scyros, dressed as a girl, among the daughters of King +Lycomedes. To many another town and to a hundred islands went +the bitter news of approaching war, for all princes knew that their +honour and their oaths compelled them to gather their spearmen, and +bowmen, and slingers from the fields and the fishing, and to make ready +their ships, and meet King Agamemnon in the harbour of Aulis, and cross +the wide sea to besiege Troy town.</p> +<p>Now the story is told that Ulysses was very unwilling to leave his +island and his wife Penelope, and little Telemachus; while Penelope +had no wish that he should pass into danger, and into the sight of Helen +of the fair hands. So it is said that when two of the princes +came to summon Ulysses, he pretended to be mad, and went ploughing the +sea sand with oxen, and sowing the sand with salt. Then the prince +Palamedes took the baby Telemachus from the arms of his nurse, Eurycleia, +and laid him in the line of the furrow, where the ploughshare would +strike him and kill him. But Ulysses turned the plough aside, +and they cried that he was not mad, but sane, and he must keep his oath, +and join the fleet at Aulis, a long voyage for him to sail, round the +stormy southern Cape of Maleia.</p> +<p>Whether this tale be true or not, Ulysses did go, leading twelve +black ships, with high beaks painted red at prow and stern. The +ships had oars, and the warriors manned the oars, to row when there +was no wind. There was a small raised deck at each end of the +ships; on these decks men stood to fight with sword and spear when there +was a battle at sea. Each ship had but one mast, with a broad +lugger sail, and for anchors they had only heavy stones attached to +cables. They generally landed at night, and slept on the shore +of one of the many islands, when they could, for they greatly feared +to sail out of sight of land.</p> +<p>The fleet consisted of more than a thousand ships, each with fifty +warriors, so the army was of more than fifty thousand men. Agamemnon +had a hundred ships, Diomede had eighty, Nestor had ninety, the Cretans +with Idomeneus, had eighty, Menelaus had sixty; but Aias and Ulysses, +who lived in small islands, had only twelve ships apiece. Yet +Aias was so brave and strong, and Ulysses so brave and wise, that they +were ranked among the greatest chiefs and advisers of Agamemnon, with +Menelaus, Diomede, Idomeneus, Nestor, Menestheus of Athens, and two +or three others. These chiefs were called the Council, and gave +advice to Agamemnon, who was commander-in-chief. He was a brave +fighter, but so anxious and fearful of losing the lives of his soldiers +that Ulysses and Diomede were often obliged to speak to him very severely. +Agamemnon was also very insolent and greedy, though, when anybody stood +up to him, he was ready to apologise, for fear the injured chief should +renounce his service and take away his soldiers.</p> +<p>Nestor was much respected because he remained brave, though he was +too old to be very useful in battle. He generally tried to make +peace when the princes quarrelled with Agamemnon. He loved to +tell long stories about his great deeds when he was young, and he wished +the chiefs to fight in old-fashioned ways.</p> +<p>For instance, in his time the Greeks had fought in clan regiments, +and the princely men had never dismounted in battle, but had fought +in squadrons of chariots, but now the owners of chariots fought on foot, +each man for himself, while his squire kept the chariot near him to +escape on if he had to retreat. Nestor wished to go back to the +good old way of chariot charges against the crowds of foot soldiers +of the enemy. In short, he was a fine example of the old-fashioned +soldier.</p> +<p>Aias, though so very tall, strong, and brave, was rather stupid. +He seldom spoke, but he was always ready to fight, and the last to retreat. +Menelaus was weak of body, but as brave as the best, or more brave, +for he had a keen sense of honour, and would attempt what he had not +the strength to do. Diomede and Ulysses were great friends, and +always fought side by side, when they could, and helped each other in +the most dangerous adventures.</p> +<p>These were the chiefs who led the great Greek armada from the harbour +of Aulis. A long time had passed, after the flight of Helen, before +the large fleet could be collected, and more time went by in the attempt +to cross the sea to Troy. There were tempests that scattered the +ships, so they were driven back to Aulis to refit; and they fought, +as they went out again, with the peoples of unfriendly islands, and +besieged their towns. What they wanted most of all was to have +Achilles with them, for he was the leader of fifty ships and 2,500 men, +and he had magical armour made, men said, for his father, by Hephaestus, +the God of armour-making and smithy work.</p> +<p>At last the fleet came to the Isle of Scyros, where they suspected +that Achilles was concealed. King Lycomedes received the chiefs +kindly, and they saw all his beautiful daughters dancing and playing +at ball, but Achilles was still so young and slim and so beautiful that +they did not know him among the others. There was a prophecy that +they could not take Troy without him, and yet they could not find him +out. Then Ulysses had a plan. He blackened his eyebrows +and beard and put on the dress of a Phoenician merchant. The Phoenicians +were a people who lived near the Jews, and were of the same race, and +spoke much the same language, but, unlike the Jews, who, at that time +were farmers in Palestine, tilling the ground, and keeping flocks and +herds, the Phoenicians were the greatest of traders and sailors, and +stealers of slaves. They carried cargoes of beautiful cloths, +and embroideries, and jewels of gold, and necklaces of amber, and sold +these everywhere about the shores of Greece and the islands.</p> +<p>Ulysses then dressed himself like a Phoenician pedlar, with his pack +on his back: he only took a stick in his hand, his long hair was turned +up, and hidden under a red sailor’s cap, and in this figure he +came, stooping beneath his pack, into the courtyard of King Lycomedes. +The girls heard that a pedlar had come, and out they all ran, Achilles +with the rest to watch the pedlar undo his pack. Each chose what +she liked best: one took a wreath of gold; another a necklace of gold +and amber; another earrings; a fourth a set of brooches, another a dress +of embroidered scarlet cloth; another a veil; another a pair of bracelets; +but at the bottom of the pack lay a great sword of bronze, the hilt +studded with golden nails. Achilles seized the sword. “This +is for me!” he said, and drew the sword from the gilded sheath, +and made it whistle round his head.</p> +<p>“You are Achilles, Peleus’ son!” said Ulysses; +“and you are to be the chief warrior of the Achaeans,” for +the Greeks then called themselves Achaeans. Achilles was only +too glad to hear these words, for he was quite tired of living among +maidens. Ulysses led him into the hall where the chiefs were sitting +at their wine, and Achilles was blushing like any girl.</p> +<p>“Here is the Queen of the Amazons,” said Ulysses—for +the Amazons were a race of warlike maidens—“or rather here +is Achilles, Peleus’ son, with sword in hand.” Then +they all took his hand, and welcomed him, and he was clothed in man’s +dress, with the sword by his side, and presently they sent him back +with ten ships to his home. There his mother, Thetis, of the silver +feet, the goddess of the sea, wept over him, saying, “My child, +thou hast the choice of a long and happy and peaceful life here with +me, or of a brief time of war and undying renown. Never shall +I see thee again in Argos if thy choice is for war.” But +Achilles chose to die young, and to be famous as long as the world stands. +So his father gave him fifty ships, with Patroclus, who was older than +he, to be his friend, and with an old man, Phoenix, to advise him; and +his mother gave him the glorious armour that the God had made for his +father, and the heavy ashen spear that none but he could wield, and +he sailed to join the host of the Achaeans, who all praised and thanked +Ulysses that had found for them such a prince. For Achilles was +the fiercest fighter of them all, and the swiftest-footed man, and the +most courteous prince, and the gentlest with women and children, but +he was proud and high of heart, and when he was angered his anger was +terrible.</p> +<p>The Trojans would have had no chance against the Greeks if only the +men of the city of Troy had fought to keep Helen of the fair hands. +But they had allies, who spoke different languages, and came to fight +for them both from Europe and from Asia. On the Trojan as well +as on the Greek side were people called Pelasgians, who seem to have +lived on both shores of the sea. There were Thracians, too, who +dwelt much further north than Achilles, in Europe and beside the strait +of Hellespont, where the narrow sea runs like a river. There were +warriors of Lycia, led by Sarpedon and Glaucus; there were Carians, +who spoke in a strange tongue; there were Mysians and men from Alybe, +which was called “the birthplace of silver,” and many other +peoples sent their armies, so that the war was between Eastern Europe, +on one side, and Western Asia Minor on the other. The people of +Egypt took no part in the war: the Greeks and Islesmen used to come +down in their ships and attack the Egyptians as the Danes used to invade +England. You may see the warriors from the islands, with their +horned helmets, in old Egyptian pictures.</p> +<p>The commander-in-chief, as we say now, of the Trojans was Hector, +the son of Priam. He was thought a match for any one of the Greeks, +and was brave and good. His brothers also were leaders, but Paris +preferred to fight from a distance with bow and arrows. He and +Pandarus, who dwelt on the slopes of Mount Ida, were the best archers +in the Trojan army. The princes usually fought with heavy spears, +which they threw at each other, and with swords, leaving archery to +the common soldiers who had no armour of bronze. But Teucer, Meriones, +and Ulysses were the best archers of the Achaeans. People called +Dardanians were led by Aeneas, who was said to be the son of the most +beautiful of the goddesses. These, with Sarpedon and Glaucus, +were the most famous of the men who fought for Troy.</p> +<p>Troy was a strong town on a hill. Mount Ida lay behind it, +and in front was a plain sloping to the sea shore. Through this +plain ran two beautiful clear rivers, and there were scattered here +and there what you would have taken for steep knolls, but they were +really mounds piled up over the ashes of warriors who had died long +ago. On these mounds sentinels used to stand and look across the +water to give warning if the Greek fleet drew near, for the Trojans +had heard that it was on its way. At last the fleet came in view, +and the sea was black with ships, the oarsmen pulling with all their +might for the honour of being the first to land. The race was +won by the ship of the prince Protesilaus, who was first of all to leap +on shore, but as he leaped he was struck to the heart by an arrow from +the bow of Paris. This must have seemed a good omen to the Trojans, +and to the Greeks evil, but we do not hear that the landing was resisted +in great force, any more than that of Norman William was, when he invaded +England.</p> +<p>The Greeks drew up all their ships on shore, and the men camped in +huts built in front of the ships. There was thus a long row of +huts with the ships behind them, and in these huts the Greeks lived +all through the ten years that the siege of Troy lasted. In these +days they do not seem to have understood how to conduct a siege. +You would have expected the Greeks to build towers and dig trenches +all round Troy, and from the towers watch the roads, so that provisions +might not be brought in from the country. This is called “investing” +a town, but the Greeks never invested Troy. Perhaps they had not +men enough; at all events the place remained open, and cattle could +always be driven in to feed the warriors and the women and children.</p> +<p>Moreover, the Greeks for long never seem to have tried to break down +one of the gates, nor to scale the walls, which were very high, with +ladders. On the other hand, the Trojans and allies never ventured +to drive the Greeks into the sea; they commonly remained within the +walls or skirmished just beneath them. The older men insisted +on this way of fighting, in spite of Hector, who always wished to attack +and storm the camp of the Greeks. Neither side had machines for +throwing heavy stones, such as the Romans used later, and the most that +the Greeks did was to follow Achilles and capture small neighbouring +cities, and take the women for slaves, and drive the cattle. They +got provisions and wine from the Phoenicians, who came in ships, and +made much profit out of the war.</p> +<p>It was not till the tenth year that the war began in real earnest, +and scarcely any of the chief leaders had fallen. Fever came upon +the Greeks, and all day the camp was black with smoke, and all night +shone with fire from the great piles of burning wood, on which the Greeks +burned their dead, whose bones they then buried under hillocks of earth. +Many of these hillocks are still standing on the plain of Troy. +When the plague had raged for ten days, Achilles called an assembly +of the whole army, to try to find out why the Gods were angry. +They thought that the beautiful God Apollo (who took the Trojan side) +was shooting invisible arrows at them from his silver bow, though fevers +in armies are usually caused by dirt and drinking bad water. The +great heat of the sun, too, may have helped to cause the disease; but +we must tell the story as the Greeks told it themselves. So Achilles +spoke in the assembly, and proposed to ask some prophet why Apollo was +angry. The chief prophet was Calchas. He rose and said that +he would declare the truth if Achilles would promise to protect him +from the anger of any prince whom the truth might offend.</p> +<p>Achilles knew well whom Calchas meant. Ten days before, a priest +of Apollo had come to the camp and offered ransom for his daughter Chryseis, +a beautiful girl, whom Achilles had taken prisoner, with many others, +when he captured a small town. Chryseis had been given as a slave +to Agamemnon, who always got the best of the plunder because he was +chief king, whether he had taken part in the fighting or not. +As a rule he did not. To Achilles had been given another girl, +Briseis, of whom he was very fond. Now when Achilles had promised +to protect Calchas, the prophet spoke out, and boldly said, what all +men knew already, that Apollo caused the plague because Agamemnon would +not return Chryseis, and had insulted her father, the priest of the +God.</p> +<p>On hearing this, Agamemnon was very angry. He said that he +would send Chryseis home, but that he would take Briseis away from Achilles. +Then Achilles was drawing his great sword from the sheath to kill Agamemnon, +but even in his anger he knew that this was wrong, so he merely called +Agamemnon a greedy coward, “with face of dog and heart of deer,” +and he swore that he and his men would fight no more against the Trojans. +Old Nestor tried to make peace, and swords were not drawn, but Briseis +was taken away from Achilles, and Ulysses put Chryseis on board of his +ship and sailed away with her to her father’s town, and gave her +up to her father. Then her father prayed to Apollo that the plague +might cease, and it did cease—when the Greeks had cleansed their +camp, and purified themselves and cast their filth into the sea.</p> +<p>We know how fierce and brave Achilles was, and we may wonder that +he did not challenge Agamemnon to fight a duel. But the Greeks +never fought duels, and Agamemnon was believed to be chief king by right +divine. Achilles went alone to the sea shore when his dear Briseis +was led away, and he wept, and called to his mother, the silver-footed +lady of the waters. Then she arose from the grey sea, like a mist, +and sat down beside her son, and stroked his hair with her hand, and +he told her all his sorrows. So she said that she would go up +to the dwelling of the Gods, and pray Zeus, the chief of them all, to +make the Trojans win a great battle, so that Agamemnon should feel his +need of Achilles, and make amends for his insolence, and do him honour.</p> +<p>Thetis kept her promise, and Zeus gave his word that the Trojans +should defeat the Greeks. That night Zeus sent a deceitful dream +to Agamemnon. The dream took the shape of old Nestor, and said +that Zeus would give him victory that day. While he was still +asleep, Agamemnon was fun of hope that he would instantly take Troy, +but, when he woke, he seems not to have been nearly so confident, for +in place of putting on his armour, and bidding the Greeks arm themselves, +he merely dressed in his robe and mantle, took his sceptre, and went +and told the chiefs about his dream. They did not feel much encouraged, +so he said that he would try the temper of the army. He would +call them together, and propose to return to Greece; but, if the soldiers +took him at his word, the other chiefs were to stop them. This +was a foolish plan, for the soldiers were wearying for beautiful Greece, +and their homes, and wives and children. Therefore, when Agamemnon +did as he had said, the whole army rose, like the sea under the west +wind, and, with a shout, they rushed to the ships, while the dust blew +in clouds from under their feet. Then they began to launch their +ships, and it seems that the princes were carried away in the rush, +and were as eager as the rest to go home.</p> +<p>But Ulysses only stood in sorrow and anger beside his ship, and never +put hand to it, for he felt how disgraceful it was to run away. +At last he threw down his mantle, which his herald Eurybates of Ithaca, +a round-shouldered, brown, curly-haired man, picked up, and he ran to +find Agamemnon, and took his sceptre, a gold-studded staff, like a marshal’s +baton, and he gently told the chiefs whom he met that they were doing +a shameful thing; but he drove the common soldiers back to the place +of meeting with the sceptre. They all returned, puzzled and chattering, +but one lame, bandy-legged, bald, round-shouldered, impudent fellow, +named Thersites, jumped up and made an insolent speech, insulting the +princes, and advising the army to run away. Then Ulysses took +him and beat him till the blood came, and he sat down, wiping away his +tears, and looking so foolish that the whole army laughed at him, and +cheered Ulysses when he and Nestor bade them arm and fight. Agamemnon +still believed a good deal in his dream, and prayed that he might take +Troy that very day, and kill Hector. Thus Ulysses alone saved +the army from a cowardly retreat; but for him the ships would have been +launched in an hour. But the Greeks armed and advanced in full +force, all except Achilles and his friend Patroclus with their two or +three thousand men. The Trojans also took heart, knowing that +Achilles would not fight, and the armies approached each other. +Paris himself, with two spears and a bow, and without armour, walked +into the space between the hosts, and challenged any Greek prince to +single combat. Menelaus, whose wife Paris had carried away, was +as glad as a hungry lion when he finds a stag or a goat, and leaped +in armour from his chariot, but Paris turned and slunk away, like a +man when he meets a great serpent on a narrow path in the hills. +Then Hector rebuked Paris for his cowardice, and Paris was ashamed and +offered to end the war by fighting Menelaus. If he himself fell, +the Trojans must give up Helen and all her jewels; if Menelaus fell, +the Greeks were to return without fair Helen. The Greeks accepted +this plan, and both sides disarmed themselves to look on at the fight +in comfort, and they meant to take the most solemn oaths to keep peace +till the combat was lost and won, and the quarrel settled. Hector +sent into Troy for two lambs, which were to be sacrificed when the oaths +were taken.</p> +<p>In the meantime Helen of the fair hands was at home working at a +great purple tapestry on which she embroidered the battles of the Greeks +and Trojans. It was just like the tapestry at Bayeux on which +Norman ladies embroidered the battles in the Norman Conquest of England. +Helen was very fond of embroidering, like poor Mary, Queen of Scots, +when a prisoner in Loch Leven Castle. Probably the work kept both +Helen and Mary from thinking of their past lives and their sorrows.</p> +<p>When Helen heard that her husband was to fight Paris, she wept, and +threw a shining veil over her head, and with her two bower maidens went +to the roof of the gate tower, where king Priam was sitting with the +old Trojan chiefs. They saw her and said that it was small blame +to fight for so beautiful a lady, and Priam called her “dear child,” +and said, “I do not blame you, I blame the Gods who brought about +this war.” But Helen said that she wished she had died before +she left her little daughter and her husband, and her home: “Alas! +shameless me!” Then she told Priam the names of the chief +Greek warriors, and of Ulysses, who was shorter by a head than Agamemnon, +but broader in chest and shoulders. She wondered that she could +not see her own two brothers, Castor and Polydeuces, and thought that +they kept aloof in shame for her sin; but the green grass covered their +graves, for they had both died in battle, far away in Lacedaemon, their +own country.</p> +<p>Then the lambs were sacrificed, and the oaths were taken, and Paris +put on his brother’s armour, helmet, breastplate, shield, and +leg-armour. Lots were drawn to decide whether Paris or Menelaus +should throw his spear first, and, as Paris won, he threw his spear, +but the point was blunted against the shield of Menelaus. But +when Menelaus threw his spear it went clean through the shield of Paris, +and through the side of his breastplate, but only grazed his robe. +Menelaus drew his sword, and rushed in, and smote at the crest of the +helmet of Paris, but his bronze blade broke into four pieces. +Menelaus caught Paris by the horsehair crest of his helmet, and dragged +him towards the Greeks, but the chin-strap broke, and Menelaus turning +round threw the helmet into the ranks of the Greeks. But when +Menelaus looked again for Paris, with a spear in his hand, he could +see him nowhere! The Greeks believed that the beautiful goddess +Aphrodite, whom the Romans called Venus, hid him in a thick cloud of +darkness and carried him to his own house, where Helen of the fair hands +found him and said to him, “Would that thou hadst perished, conquered +by that great warrior who was my lord! Go forth again and challenge +him to fight thee face to face.” But Paris had no more desire +to fight, and the Goddess threatened Helen, and compelled her to remain +with him in Troy, coward as he had proved himself. Yet on other +days Paris fought well; it seems that he was afraid of Menelaus because, +in his heart, he was ashamed of himself.</p> +<p>Meanwhile Menelaus was seeking for Paris everywhere, and the Trojans, +who hated him, would have shown his hiding place. But they knew +not where he was, and the Greeks claimed the victory, and thought that, +as Paris had the worst of the fight, Helen would be restored to them, +and they would all sail home.</p> +<h2>TROJAN VICTORIES</h2> +<p>The war might now have ended, but an evil and foolish thought came +to Pandarus, a prince of Ida, who fought for the Trojans. He chose +to shoot an arrow at Menelaus, contrary to the sworn vows of peace, +and the arrow pierced the breastplate of Menelaus through the place +where the clasped plates meet, and drew his blood. Then Agamemnon, +who loved his brother dearly, began to lament, saying that if he died, +the army would all go home and Trojans would dance on the grave of Menelaus. +“Do not alarm all our army,” said Menelaus, “the arrow +has done me little harm;” and so it proved, for the surgeon easily +drew the arrow out of the wound.</p> +<p>Then Agamemnon hastened here and there, bidding the Greeks arm and +attack the Trojans, who would certainly be defeated, for they had broken +the oaths of peace. But with his usual insolence he chose to accuse +Ulysses and Diomede of cowardice, though Diomede was as brave as any +man, and Ulysses had just prevented the whole army from launching their +ships and going home. Ulysses answered him with spirit, but Diomede +said nothing at the moment; later he spoke his mind. He leaped +from his chariot, and all the chiefs leaped down and advanced in line, +the chariots following them, while the spearmen and bowmen followed +the chariots. The Trojan army advanced, all shouting in their +different languages, but the Greeks came on silently. Then the +two front lines clashed, shield against shield, and the noise was like +the roaring of many flooded torrents among the hills. When a man +fell he who had slain him tried to strip off his armour, and his friends +fought over his body to save the dead from this dishonour.</p> +<p>Ulysses fought above a wounded friend, and drove his spear through +head and helmet of a Trojan prince, and everywhere men were falling +beneath spears and arrows and heavy stones which the warriors threw. +Here Menelaus speared the man who built the ships with which Paris had +sailed to Greece; and the dust rose like a cloud, and a mist went up +from the fighting men, while Diomede stormed across the plain like a +river in flood, leaving dead bodies behind him as the river leaves boughs +of trees and grass to mark its course. Pandarus wounded Diomede +with an arrow, but Diomede slew him, and the Trojans were being driven +in flight, when Sarpedon and Hector turned and hurled themselves on +the Greeks; and even Diomede shuddered when Hector came on, and charged +at Ulysses, who was slaying Trojans as he went, and the battle swayed +this way and that, and the arrows fell like rain.</p> +<p>But Hector was sent into the city to bid the women pray to the goddess +Athênê for help, and he went to the house of Paris, whom +Helen was imploring to go and fight like a man, saying: “Would +that the winds had wafted me away, and the tides drowned me, shameless +that I am, before these things came to pass!”</p> +<p>Then Hector went to see his dear wife, Andromache, whose father had +been slain by Achilles early in the siege, and he found her and her +nurse carrying her little boy, Hector’s son, and like a star upon +her bosom lay his beautiful and shining golden head. Now, while +Helen urged Paris to go into the fight, Andromache prayed Hector to +stay with her in the town, and fight no more lest he should be slain +and leave her a widow, and the boy an orphan, with none to protect him. +The army she said, should come back within the walls, where they had +so long been safe, not fight in the open plain. But Hector answered +that he would never shrink from battle, “yet I know this in my +heart, the day shall come for holy Troy to be laid low, and Priam and +the people of Priam. But this and my own death do not trouble +me so much as the thought of you, when you shall be carried as a slave +to Greece, to spin at another woman’s bidding, and bear water +from a Grecian well. May the heaped up earth of my tomb cover +me ere I hear thy cries and the tale of thy captivity.”</p> +<p>Then Hector stretched out his hands to his little boy, but the child +was afraid when he saw the great glittering helmet of his father and +the nodding horsehair crest. So Hector laid his helmet on the +ground and dandled the child in his arms, and tried to comfort his wife, +and said good-bye for the last time, for he never came back to Troy +alive. He went on his way back to the battle, and Paris went with +him, in glorious armour, and soon they were slaying the princes of the +Greeks.</p> +<p>The battle raged till nightfall, and in the night the Greeks and +Trojans burned their dead; and the Greeks made a trench and wall round +their camp, which they needed for safety now that the Trojans came from +their town and fought in the open plain.</p> +<p>Next day the Trojans were so successful that they did not retreat +behind their walls at night, but lit great fires on the plain: a thousand +fires, with fifty men taking supper round each of them, and drinking +their wine to the music of flutes. But the Greeks were much discouraged, +and Agamemnon called the whole army together, and proposed that they +should launch their ships in the night and sail away home. Then +Diomede stood up, and said: “You called me a coward lately. +You are the coward! Sail away if you are afraid to remain here, +but all the rest of us will fight till we take Troy town.”</p> +<p>Then all shouted in praise of Diomede, and Nestor advised them to +send five hundred young men, under his own son, Thrasymedes, to watch +the Trojans, and guard the new wall and the ditch, in case the Trojans +attacked them in the darkness. Next Nestor counselled Agamemnon +to send Ulysses and Aias to Achilles, and promise to give back Briseis, +and rich presents of gold, and beg pardon for his insolence. If +Achilles would be friends again with Agamemnon, and fight as he used +to fight, the Trojans would soon be driven back into the town.</p> +<p>Agamemnon was very ready to beg pardon, for he feared that the whole +army would be defeated, and cut off from their ships, and killed or +kept as slaves. So Ulysses and Aias and the old tutor of Achilles, +Phoenix, went to Achilles and argued with him, praying him to accept +the rich presents, and help the Greeks. But Achilles answered +that he did not believe a word that Agamemnon said; Agamemnon had always +hated him, and always would hate him. No; he would not cease to +be angry, he would sail away next day with all his men, and he advised +the rest to come with him. “Why be so fierce?” said +tall Aias, who seldom spoke. “Why make so much trouble about +one girl? We offer you seven girls, and plenty of other gifts.”</p> +<p>Then Achilles said that he would not sail away next day, but he would +not fight till the Trojans tried to burn his own ships, and there he +thought that Hector would find work enough to do. This was the +most that Achilles would promise, and all the Greeks were silent when +Ulysses delivered his message. But Diomede arose and said that, +with or without Achilles, fight they must; and all men, heavy at heart, +went to sleep in their huts or in the open air at their doors.</p> +<p>Agamemnon was much too anxious to sleep. He saw the glow of +the thousand fires of the Trojans in the dark, and heard their merry +flutes, and he groaned and pulled out his long hair by handfuls. +When he was tired of crying and groaning and tearing his hair, he thought +that he would go for advice to old Nestor. He threw a lion skin, +the coverlet of his bed, over his shoulder, took his spear, went out +and met Menelaus—for he, too, could not sleep—and Menelaus +proposed to send a spy among the Trojans, if any man were brave enough +to go, for the Trojan camp was all alight with fires, and the adventure +was dangerous. Therefore the two wakened Nestor and the other +chiefs, who came just as they were, wrapped in the fur coverlets of +their beds, without any armour. First they visited the five hundred +young men set to watch the wall, and then they crossed the ditch and +sat down outside and considered what might be done. “Will +nobody go as a spy among the Trojans?” said Nestor; he meant would +none of the young men go. Diomede said that he would take the +risk if any other man would share it with him, and, if he might choose +a companion, he would take Ulysses.</p> +<p>“Come, then, let us be going,” said Ulysses, “for +the night is late, and the dawn is near.” As these two chiefs +had no armour on, they borrowed shields and leather caps from the young +men of the guard, for leather would not shine as bronze helmets shine +in the firelight. The cap lent to Ulysses was strengthened outside +with rows of boars’ tusks. Many of these tusks, shaped for +this purpose, have been found, with swords and armour, in a tomb in +Mycenae, the town of Agamemnon. This cap which was lent to Ulysses +had once been stolen by his grandfather, Autolycus, who was a Master +Thief, and he gave it as a present to a friend, and so, through several +hands, it had come to young Meriones of Crete, one of the five hundred +guards, who now lent it to Ulysses. So the two princes set forth +in the dark, so dark it was that though they heard a heron cry, they +could not see it as it flew away.</p> +<p>While Ulysses and Diomede stole through the night silently, like +two wolves among the bodies of dead men, the Trojan leaders met and +considered what they ought to do. They did not know whether the +Greeks had set sentinels and outposts, as usual, to give warning if +the enemy were approaching; or whether they were too weary to keep a +good watch; or whether perhaps they were getting ready their ships to +sail homewards in the dawn. So Hector offered a reward to any +man who would creep through the night and spy on the Greeks; he said +he would give the spy the two best horses in the Greek camp.</p> +<p>Now among the Trojans there was a young man named Dolon, the son +of a rich father, and he was the only boy in a family of five sisters. +He was ugly, but a very swift runner, and he cared for horses more than +for anything else in the world. Dolon arose and said, “If +you will swear to give me the horses and chariot of Achilles, son of +Peleus, I will steal to the hut of Agamemnon and listen and find out +whether the Greeks mean to fight or flee.” Hector swore +to give these horses, which were the best in the world, to Dolon, so +he took his bow and threw a grey wolf’s hide over his shoulders, +and ran towards the ships of the Greeks.</p> +<p>Now Ulysses saw Dolon as he came, and said to Diomede, “Let +us suffer him to pass us, and then do you keep driving him with your +spear towards the ships, and away from Troy.” So Ulysses +and Diomede lay down among the dead men who had fallen in the battle, +and Dolon ran on past them towards the Greeks. Then they rose +and chased him as two greyhounds course a hare, and, when Dolon was +near the sentinels, Diomede cried “Stand, or I will slay you with +my spear!” and he threw his spear just over Dolon’s shoulder. +So Dolon stood still, green with fear, and with his teeth chattering. +When the two came up, he cried, and said that his father was a rich +man, who would pay much gold, and bronze, and iron for his ransom.</p> +<p>Ulysses said, “Take heart, and put death out of your mind, +and tell us what you are doing here.” Dolon said that Hector +had promised him the horses of Achilles if he would go and spy on the +Greeks. “You set your hopes high,” said Ulysses, “for +the horses of Achilles are not earthly steeds, but divine; a gift of +the Gods, and Achilles alone can drive them. But, tell me, do +the Trojans keep good watch, and where is Hector with his horses?” +for Ulysses thought that it would be a great adventure to drive away +the horses of Hector.</p> +<p>“Hector is with the chiefs, holding council at the tomb of +Ilus,” said Dolon; “but no regular guard is set. The +people of Troy, indeed, are round their watch fires, for they have to +think of the safety of their wives and children; but the allies from +far lands keep no watch, for their wives and children are safe at home.” +Then he told where all the different peoples who fought for Priam had +their stations; but, said he, “if you want to steal horses, the +best are those of Rhesus, King of the Thracians, who has only joined +us to-night. He and his men are asleep at the furthest end of +the line, and his horses are the best and greatest that ever I saw: +tall, white as snow, and swift as the wind, and his chariot is adorned +with gold and silver, and golden is his armour. Now take me prisoner +to the ships, or bind me and leave me here while you go and try whether +I have told you truth or lies.”</p> +<p>“No,” said Diomede, “if I spare your life you may +come spying again,” and he drew his sword and smote off the head +of Dolon. They hid his cap and bow and spear where they could +find them easily, and marked the spot, and went through the night to +the dark camp of King Rhesus, who had no watch-fire and no guards. +Then Diomede silently stabbed each sleeping man to the heart, and Ulysses +seized the dead by the feet and threw them aside lest they should frighten +the horses, which had never been in battle, and would shy if they were +led over the bodies of dead men. Last of all Diomede killed King +Rhesus, and Ulysses led forth his horses, beating them with his bow, +for he had forgotten to take the whip from the chariot. Then Ulysses +and Diomede leaped on the backs of the horses, as they had not time +to bring away the chariot, and they galloped to the ships, stopping +to pick up the spear, and bow, and cap of Dolon. They rode to +the princes, who welcomed them, and all laughed for glee when they saw +the white horses and heard that King Rhesus was dead, for they guessed +that all his army would now go home to Thrace. This they must +have done, for we never hear of them in the battles that followed, so +Ulysses and Diomede deprived the Trojans of thousands of men. +The other princes went to bed in good spirits, but Ulysses and Diomede +took a swim in the sea, and then went into hot baths, and so to breakfast, +for rosy-fingered Dawn was coming up the sky.</p> +<h2>BATTLE AT THE SHIPS</h2> +<p>With dawn Agamemnon awoke, and fear had gone out of his heart. +He put on his armour, and arrayed the chiefs on foot in front of their +chariots, and behind them came the spearmen, with the bowmen and slingers +on the wings of the army. Then a great black cloud spread over +the sky, and red was the rain that fell from it. The Trojans gathered +on a height in the plain, and Hector, shining in armour, went here and +there, in front and rear, like a star that now gleams forth and now +is hidden in a cloud.</p> +<p>The armies rushed on each other and hewed each other down, as reapers +cut their way through a field of tall corn. Neither side gave +ground, though the helmets of the bravest Trojans might be seen deep +in the ranks of the Greeks; and the swords of the bravest Greeks rose +and fell in the ranks of the Trojans, and all the while the arrows showered +like rain. But at noon-day, when the weary woodman rests from +cutting trees, and takes his dinner in the quiet hills, the Greeks of +the first line made a charge, Agamemnon running in front of them, and +he speared two Trojans, and took their breastplates, which he laid in +his chariot, and then he speared one brother of Hector and struck another +down with his sword, and killed two more who vainly asked to be made +prisoners of war. Footmen slew footmen, and chariot men slew chariot +men, and they broke into the Trojan line as fire falls on a forest in +a windy day, leaping and roaring and racing through the trees. +Many an empty chariot did the horses hurry madly through the field, +for the charioteers were lying dead, with the greedy vultures hovering +above them, flapping their wide wings. Still Agamemnon followed +and slew the hindmost Trojans, but the rest fled till they came to the +gates, and the oak tree that grew outside the gates, and there they +stopped.</p> +<p>But Hector held his hands from fighting, for in the meantime he was +making his men face the enemy and form up in line and take breath, and +was encouraging them, for they had retreated from the wall of the Greeks +across the whole plain, past the hill that was the tomb of Ilus, a king +of old, and past the place of the wild fig-tree. Much ado had +Hector to rally the Trojans, but he knew that when men do turn again +they are hard to beat. So it proved, for when the Trojans had +rallied and formed in line, Agamemnon slew a Thracian chief who had +come to fight for Troy before King Rhesus came. But the eldest +brother of the slain man smote Agamemnon through the arm with his spear, +and, though Agamemnon slew him in turn, his wound bled much and he was +in great pain, so he leaped into his chariot and was driven back to +the ships.</p> +<p>Then Hector gave the word to charge, as a huntsman cries on his hounds +against a lion, and he rushed forward at the head of the Trojan line, +slaying as he went. Nine chiefs of the Greeks he slew, and fell +upon the spearmen and scattered them, as the spray of the waves is scattered +by the wandering wind.</p> +<p>Now the ranks of the Greeks were broken, and they would have been +driven among their ships and killed without mercy, had not Ulysses and +Diomede stood firm in the centre, and slain four Trojan leaders. +The Greeks began to come back and face their enemies in line of battle +again, though Hector, who had been fighting on the Trojan right, rushed +against them. But Diomede took good aim with his spear at the +helmet of Hector, and struck it fairly. The spear-point did not +go through the helmet, but Hector was stunned and fell; and, when he +came to himself, he leaped into his chariot, and his squire drove him +against the Pylians and Cretans, under Nestor and Idomeneus, who were +on the left wing of the Greek army. Then Diomede fought on till +Paris, who stood beside the pillar on the hillock that was the tomb +of old King Ilus, sent an arrow clean through his foot. Ulysses +went and stood in front of Diomede, who sat down, and Ulysses drew the +arrow from his foot, and Diomede stepped into his chariot and was driven +back to the ships.</p> +<p>Ulysses was now the only Greek chief that still fought in the centre. +The Greeks all fled, and he was alone in the crowd of Trojans, who rushed +on him as hounds and hunters press round a wild boar that stands at +bay in a wood. “They are cowards that flee from the fight,” +said Ulysses to himself; “but I will stand here, one man against +a multitude.” He covered the front of his body with his +great shield, that hung by a belt round his neck, and he smote four +Trojans and wounded a fifth. But the brother of the wounded man +drove a spear through the shield and breastplate of Ulysses, and tore +clean through his side. Then Ulysses turned on this Trojan, and +he fled, and Ulysses sent a spear through his shoulder and out at his +breast, and he died. Ulysses dragged from his own side the spear +that had wounded him, and called thrice with a great voice to the other +Greeks, and Menelaus and Aias rushed to rescue him, for many Trojans +were round him, like jackals round a wounded stag that a man has struck +with an arrow. But Aias ran and covered the wounded Ulysses with +his huge shield till he could climb into the chariot of Menelaus, who +drove him back to the ships.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, Hector was slaying the Greeks on the left of their battle, +and Paris struck the Greek surgeon, Machaon, with an arrow; and Idomeneus +bade Nestor put Machaon in his chariot and drive him to Nestor’s +hut, where his wound might be tended. Meanwhile, Hector sped to +the centre of the line, where Aias was slaying the Trojans; but Eurypylus, +a Greek chief, was wounded by an arrow from the bow of Paris, and his +friends guarded him with their shields and spears.</p> +<p>Thus the best of the Greeks were wounded and out of the battle, save +Aias, and the spearmen were in flight. Meanwhile Achilles was +standing by the stern of his ship watching the defeat of the Greeks, +but when he saw Machaon being carried past, sorely wounded, in the chariot +of Nestor, he bade his friend Patroclus, whom he loved better than all +the rest, to go and ask how Machaon did. He was sitting drinking +wine with Nestor when Patroclus came, and Nestor told Patroclus how +many of the chiefs were wounded, and though Patroclus was in a hurry +Nestor began a very long story about his own great deeds of war, done +when he was a young man. At last he bade Patroclus tell Achilles +that, if he would not fight himself, he should at least send out his +men under Patroclus, who should wear the splendid armour of Achilles. +Then the Trojans would think that Achilles himself had returned to the +battle, and they would be afraid, for none of them dared to meet Achilles +hand to hand.</p> +<p>So Patroclus ran off to Achilles; but, on his way, he met the wounded +Eurypylus, and he took him to his hut and cut the arrow out of his thigh +with a knife, and washed the wound with warm water, and rubbed over +it a bitter root to take the pain away. Thus he waited for some +time with Eurypylus, but the advice of Nestor was in the end to cause +the death of Patroclus. The battle now raged more fiercely, while +Agamemnon and Diomede and Ulysses could only limp about leaning on their +spears; and again Agamemnon wished to moor the ships near shore, and +embark in the night and run away. But Ulysses was very angry with +him, and said: “You should lead some other inglorious army, not +us, who will fight on till every soul of us perish, rather than flee +like cowards! Be silent, lest the soldiers hear you speaking of +flight, such words as no man should utter. I wholly scorn your +counsel, for the Greeks will lose heart if, in the midst of battle, +you bid them launch the ships.”</p> +<p>Agamemnon was ashamed, and, by Diomede’s advice, the wounded +kings went down to the verge of the war to encourage the others, though +they were themselves unable to fight. They rallied the Greeks, +and Aias led them and struck Hector full in the breast with a great +rock, so that his friends carried him out of the battle to the river +side, where they poured water over him, but he lay fainting on the ground, +the black blood gushing up from his mouth. While Hector lay there, +and all men thought that he would die, Aias and Idomeneus were driving +back the Trojans, and it seemed that, even without Achilles and his +men, the Greeks were able to hold their own against the Trojans. +But the battle was never lost while Hector lived. People in those +days believed in “omens:” they thought that the appearance +of birds on the right or left hand meant good or bad luck. Once +during the battle a Trojan showed Hector an unlucky bird, and wanted +him to retreat into the town. But Hector said, “One omen +is the best: to fight for our own country.” While Hector +lay between death and life the Greeks were winning, for the Trojans +had no other great chief to lead them. But Hector awoke from his +faint, and leaped to his feet and ran here and there, encouraging the +men of Troy. Then the most of the Greeks fled when they saw him; +but Aias and Idomeneus, and the rest of the bravest, formed in a square +between the Trojans and the ships, and down on them came Hector and +Aeneas and Paris, throwing their spears, and slaying on every hand. +The Greeks turned and ran, and the Trojans would have stopped to strip +the armour from the slain men, but Hector cried: “Haste to the +ships and leave the spoils of war. I will slay any man who lags +behind!”</p> +<p>On this, all the Trojans drove their chariots down into the ditch +that guarded the ships of the Greeks, as when a great wave sweeps at +sea over the side of a vessel; and the Greeks were on the ship decks, +thrusting with very long spears, used in sea fights, and the Trojans +were boarding the ships, and striking with swords and axes. Hector +had a lighted torch and tried to set fire to the ship of Aias; but Aias +kept him back with the long spear, and slew a Trojan, whose lighted +torch fell from his hand. And Aias kept shouting: “Come +on, and drive away Hector; it is not to a dance that he is calling his +men, but to battle.”</p> +<p>The dead fell in heaps, and the living ran over them to mount the +heaps of slain and climb the ships. Hector rushed forward like +a sea wave against a great steep rock, but like the rock stood the Greeks; +still the Trojans charged past the beaks of the foremost ships, while +Aias, thrusting with a spear more than twenty feet long, leaped from +deck to deck like a man that drives four horses abreast, and leaps from +the back of one to the back of another. Hector seized with his +hand the stern of the ship of Protesilaus, the prince whom Paris shot +when he leaped ashore on the day when the Greeks first landed; and Hector +kept calling: “Bring fire!” and even Aias, in this strange +sea fight on land, left the decks and went below, thrusting with his +spear through the portholes. Twelve men lay dead who had brought +fire against the ship which Aias guarded.</p> +<h2>THE SLAYING AND AVENGING OF PATROCLUS</h2> +<p>At this moment, when torches were blazing round the ships, and all +seemed lost, Patroclus came out of the hut of Eurypylus, whose wound +he had been tending, and he saw that the Greeks were in great danger, +and ran weeping to Achilles. “Why do you weep,” said +Achilles, “like a little girl that runs by her mother’s +side, and plucks at her gown and looks at her with tears in her eyes, +till her mother takes her up in her arms? Is there bad news from +home that your father is dead, or mine; or are you sorry that the Greeks +are getting what they deserve for their folly?” Then Patroclus +told Achilles how Ulysses and many other princes were wounded and could +not fight, and begged to be allowed to put on Achilles’ armour +and lead his men, who were all fresh and unwearied, into the battle, +for a charge of two thousand fresh warriors might turn the fortune of +the day.</p> +<p>Then Achilles was sorry that he had sworn not to fight himself till +Hector brought fire to his own ships. He would lend Patroclus +his armour, and his horses, and his men; but Patroclus must only drive +the Trojans from the ships, and not pursue them. At this moment +Aias was weary, so many spears smote his armour, and he could hardly +hold up his great shield, and Hector cut off his spear-head with the +sword; the bronze head fell ringing on the ground, and Aias brandished +only the pointless shaft. So he shrank back and fire blazed all +over his ship; and Achilles saw it, and smote his thigh, and bade Patroclus +make haste. Patroclus armed himself in the shining armour of Achilles, +which all Trojans feared, and leaped into the chariot where Automedon, +the squire, had harnessed Xanthus and Balius, two horses that were the +children, men said, of the West Wind, and a led horse was harnessed +beside them in the side traces. Meanwhile the two thousand men +of Achilles, who were called Myrmidons, had met in armour, five companies +of four hundred apiece, under five chiefs of noble names. Forth +they came, as eager as a pack of wolves that have eaten a great red +deer and run to slake their thirst with the dark water of a well in +the hills.</p> +<p>So all in close array, helmet touching helmet and shield touching +shield, like a moving wall of shining bronze, the men of Achilles charged, +and Patroclus, in the chariot led the way. Down they came at full +speed on the flank of the Trojans, who saw the leader, and knew the +bright armour and the horses of the terrible Achilles, and thought that +he had returned to the war. Then each Trojan looked round to see +by what way he could escape, and when men do that in battle they soon +run by the way they have chosen. Patroclus rushed to the ship +of Protesilaus, and slew the leader of the Trojans there, and drove +them out, and quenched the fire; while they of Troy drew back from the +ships, and Aias and the other unwounded Greek princes leaped among them, +smiting with sword and spear. Well did Hector know that the break +in the battle had come again; but even so he stood, and did what he +might, while the Trojans were driven back in disorder across the ditch, +where the poles of many chariots were broken and the horses fled loose +across the plain.</p> +<p>The horses of Achilles cleared the ditch, and Patroclus drove them +between the Trojans and the wall of their own town, slaying many men, +and, chief of all, Sarpedon, king of the Lycians; and round the body +of Sarpedon the Trojans rallied under Hector, and the fight swayed this +way and that, and there was such a noise of spears and swords smiting +shields and helmets as when many woodcutters fell trees in a glen of +the hills. At last the Trojans gave way, and the Greeks stripped +the armour from the body of brave Sarpedon; but men say that Sleep and +Death, like two winged angels, bore his body away to his own country. +Now Patroclus forgot how Achilles had told him not to pursue the Trojans +across the plain, but to return when he had driven them from the ships. +On he raced, slaying as he went, even till he reached the foot of the +wall of Troy. Thrice he tried to climb it, but thrice he fell +back.</p> +<p>Hector was in his chariot in the gateway, and he bade his squire +lash his horses into the war, and struck at no other man, great or small, +but drove straight against Patroclus, who stood and threw a heavy stone +at Hector; which missed him, but killed his charioteer. Then Patroclus +leaped on the charioteer to strip his armour, but Hector stood over +the body, grasping it by the head, while Patroclus dragged at the feet, +and spears and arrows flew in clouds around the fallen man. At +last, towards sunset, the Greeks drew him out of the war, and Patroclus +thrice charged into the thick of the Trojans. But the helmet of +Achilles was loosened in the fight, and fell from the head of Patroclus, +and he was wounded from behind, and Hector, in front, drove his spear +clean through his body. With his last breath Patroclus prophesied: +“Death stands near thee, Hector, at the hands of noble Achilles.” +But Automedon was driving back the swift horses, carrying to Achilles +the news that his dearest friend was slain.</p> +<p>After Ulysses was wounded, early in this great battle, he was not +able to fight for several days, and, as the story is about Ulysses, +we must tell quite shortly how Achilles returned to the war to take +vengeance for Patroclus, and how he slew Hector. When Patroclus +fell, Hector seized the armour which the Gods had given to Peleus, and +Peleus to his son Achilles, while Achilles had lent it to Patroclus +that he might terrify the Trojans. Retiring out of reach of spears, +Hector took off his own armour and put on that of Achilles, and Greeks +and Trojans fought for the dead body of Patroclus. Then Zeus, +the chief of the Gods, looked down and said that Hector should never +come home out of the battle to his wife, Andromache. But Hector +returned into the fight around the dead Patroclus, and here all the +best men fought, and even Automedon, who had been driving the chariot +of Patroclus. Now when the Trojans seemed to have the better of +the fight, the Greeks sent Antilochus, a son of old Nestor, to tell +Achilles that his friend was slain, and Antilochus ran, and Aias and +his brother protected the Greeks who were trying to carry the body of +Patroclus back to the ships.</p> +<p>Swiftly Antilochus came running to Achilles, saying: “Fallen +is Patroclus, and they are fighting round his naked body, for Hector +has his armour.” Then Achilles said never a word, but fell +on the floor of his hut, and threw black ashes on his yellow hair, till +Antilochus seized his hands, fearing that he would cut his own throat +with his dagger, for very sorrow. His mother, Thetis, arose from +the sea to comfort him, but he said that he desired to die if he could +not slay Hector, who had slain his friend. Then Thetis told him +that he could not fight without armour, and now he had none; but she +would go to the God of armour-making and bring from him such a shield +and helmet and breastplate as had never been seen by men.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the fight raged round the dead body of Patroclus, which +was defiled with blood and dust, near the ships, and was being dragged +this way and that, and torn and wounded. Achilles could not bear +this sight, yet his mother had warned him not to enter without armour +the battle where stones and arrows and spears were flying like hail; +and he was so tall and broad that he could put on the arms of no other +man. So he went down to the ditch as he was, unarmed, and as he +stood high above it, against the red sunset, fire seemed to flow from +his golden hair like the beacon blaze that soars into the dark sky when +an island town is attacked at night, and men light beacons that their +neighbours may see them and come to their help from other isles. +There Achilles stood in a splendour of fire, and he shouted aloud, as +clear as a clarion rings when men fall on to attack a besieged city +wall. Thrice Achilles shouted mightily, and thrice the horses +of the Trojans shuddered for fear and turned back from the onslaught,—and +thrice the men of Troy were confounded and shaken with terror. +Then the Greeks drew the body of Patroclus out of the dust and the arrows, +and laid him on a bier, and Achilles followed, weeping, for he had sent +his friend with chariot and horses to the war; but home again he welcomed +him never more. Then the sun set and it was night.</p> +<p>Now one of the Trojans wished Hector to retire within the walls of +Troy, for certainly Achilles would to-morrow be foremost in the war. +But Hector said, “Have ye not had your fill of being shut up behind +walls? Let Achilles fight; I will meet him in the open field.” +The Trojans cheered, and they camped in the plain, while in the hut +of Achilles women washed the dead body of Patroclus, and Achilles swore +that he would slay Hector.</p> +<p>In the dawn came Thetis, bearing to Achilles the new splendid armour +that the God had made for him. Then Achilles put on that armour, +and roused his men; but Ulysses, who knew all the rules of honour, would +not let him fight till peace had been made, with a sacrifice and other +ceremonies, between him and Agamemnon, and till Agamemnon had given +him all the presents which Achilles had before refused. Achilles +did not want them; he wanted only to fight, but Ulysses made him obey, +and do what was usual. Then the gifts were brought, and Agamemnon +stood up, and said that he was sorry for his insolence, and the men +took breakfast, but Achilles would neither eat nor drink. He mounted +his chariot, but the horse Xanthus bowed his head till his long mane +touched the ground, and, being a fairy horse, the child of the West +Wind, he spoke (or so men said), and these were his words: “We +shall bear thee swiftly and speedily, but thou shalt be slain in fight, +and thy dying day is near at hand.” “Well I know it,” +said Achilles, “but I will not cease from fighting till I have +given the Trojans their fill of war.”</p> +<p>So all that day he chased and slew the Trojans. He drove them +into the river, and, though the river came down in a red flood, he crossed, +and slew them on the plain. The plain caught fire, the bushes +and long dry grass blazed round him, but he fought his way through the +fire, and drove the Trojans to their walls. The gates were thrown +open, and the Trojans rushed through like frightened fawns, and then +they climbed to the battlements, and looked down in safety, while the +whole Greek army advanced in line under their shields.</p> +<p>But Hector stood still, alone, in front of the gate, and old Priam, +who saw Achilles rushing on, shining like a star in his new armour, +called with tears to Hector, “Come within the gate! This +man has slain many of my sons, and if he slays thee whom have I to help +me in my old age?” His mother also called to Hector, but +he stood firm, waiting for Achilles. Now the story says that he +was afraid, and ran thrice in full armour round Troy, with Achilles +in pursuit. But this cannot be true, for no mortal men could run +thrice, in heavy armour, with great shields that clanked against their +ankles, round the town of Troy: moreover Hector was the bravest of men, +and all the Trojan women were looking down at him from the walls.</p> +<p>We cannot believe that he ran away, and the story goes on to tell +that he asked Achilles to make an agreement with him. The conqueror +in the fight should give back the body of the fallen to be buried by +his friends, but should keep his armour. But Achilles said that +he could make no agreement with Hector, and threw his spear, which flew +over Hector’s shoulder. Then Hector threw his spear, but +it could not pierce the shield which the God had made for Achilles. +Hector had no other spear, and Achilles had one, so Hector cried, “Let +me not die without honour!” and drew his sword, and rushed at +Achilles, who sprang to meet him, but before Hector could come within +a sword-stroke Achilles had sent his spear clean through the neck of +Hector. He fell in the dust and Achilles said, “Dogs and +birds shall tear your flesh unburied.” With his dying breath +Hector prayed him to take gold from Priam, and give back his body to +be burned in Troy. But Achilles said, “Hound! would that +I could bring myself to carve and eat thy raw flesh, but dogs shall +devour it, even if thy father offered me thy weight in gold.” +With his last words Hector prophesied and said, “Remember me in +the day when Paris shall slay thee in the Scaean gate.” +Then his brave soul went to the land of the Dead, which the Greeks called +Hades. To that land Ulysses sailed while he was still a living +man, as the story tells later.</p> +<p>Then Achilles did a dreadful deed; he slit the feet of dead Hector +from heel to ankle, and thrust thongs through, and bound him by the +thongs to his chariot and trailed the body in the dust. All the +women of Troy who were on the walls raised a shriek, and Hector’s +wife, Andromache, heard the sound. She had been in an inner room +of her house, weaving a purple web, and embroidering flowers on it, +and she was calling her bower maidens to make ready a bath for Hector +when he should come back tired from battle. But when she heard +the cry from the wall she trembled, and the shuttle with which she was +weaving fell from her hands. “Surely I heard the cry of +my husband’s mother,” she said, and she bade two of her +maidens come with her to see why the people lamented.</p> +<p>She ran swiftly, and reached the battlements, and thence she saw +her dear husband’s body being whirled through the dust towards +the ships, behind the chariot of Achilles. Then night came over +her eyes and she fainted. But when she returned to herself she +cried out that now none would defend her little boy, and other children +would push him away from feasts, saying, “Out with you; no father +of thine is at our table,” and his father, Hector, would lie naked +at the ships, unclad, unburned, unlamented. To be unburned and +unburied was thought the greatest of misfortunes, because the dead man +unburned could not go into the House of Hades, God of the Dead, but +must always wander, alone and comfortless, in the dark borderland between +the dead and the living.</p> +<h2>THE CRUELTY OF ACHILLES, AND THE RANSOMING OF HECTOR</h2> +<p>When Achilles was asleep that night the ghost of Patroclus came, +saying, “Why dost thou not burn and bury me? for the other shadows +of dead men suffer me not to come near them, and lonely I wander along +the dark dwelling of Hades.” Then Achilles awoke, and he +sent men to cut down trees, and make a huge pile of fagots and logs. +On this they laid Patroclus, covered with white linen, and then they +slew many cattle, and Achilles cut the throats of twelve Trojan prisoners +of war, meaning to burn them with Patroclus to do him honour. +This was a deed of shame, for Achilles was mad with sorrow and anger +for the death of his friend. Then they drenched with wine the +great pile of wood, which was thirty yards long and broad, and set fire +to it, and the fire blazed all through the night and died down in the +morning. They put the white bones of Patroclus in a golden casket, +and laid it in the hut of Achilles, who said that, when he died, they +must burn his body, and mix the ashes with the ashes of his friend, +and build over it a chamber of stone, and cover the chamber with a great +hill of earth, and set a pillar of stone above it. This is one +of the hills on the plain of Troy, but the pillar has fallen from the +tomb, long ago.</p> +<p>Then, as the custom was, Achilles held games—chariot races, +foot races, boxing, wrestling, and archery—in honour of Patroclus. +Ulysses won the prize for the foot race, and for the wrestling, so now +his wound must have been healed.</p> +<p>But Achilles still kept trailing Hector’s dead body each day +round the hill that had been raised for the tomb of Patroclus, till +the Gods in heaven were angry, and bade Thetis tell her son that he +must give back the dead body to Priam, and take ransom for it, and they +sent a messenger to Priam to bid him redeem the body of his son. +It was terrible for Priam to have to go and humble himself before Achilles, +whose hands had been red with the blood of his sons, but he did not +disobey the Gods. He opened his chests, and took out twenty-four +beautiful embroidered changes of raiment; and he weighed out ten heavy +bars, or talents, of gold, and chose a beautiful golden cup, and he +called nine of his sons, Paris, and Helenus, and Deiphobus, and the +rest, saying, “Go, ye bad sons, my shame; would that Hector lived +and all of you were dead!” for sorrow made him angry; “go, +and get ready for me a wain, and lay on it these treasures.” +So they harnessed mules to the wain, and placed in it the treasures, +and, after praying, Priam drove through the night to the hut of Achilles. +In he went, when no man looked for him, and kneeled to Achilles, and +kissed his terrible death-dealing hands. “Have pity on me, +and fear the Gods, and give me back my dead son,” he said, “and +remember thine own father. Have pity on me, who have endured to +do what no man born has ever done before, to kiss the hands that slew +my sons.”</p> +<p>Then Achilles remembered his own father, far away, who now was old +and weak: and he wept, and Priam wept with him, and then Achilles raised +Priam from his knees and spoke kindly to him, admiring how beautiful +he still was in his old age, and Priam himself wondered at the beauty +of Achilles. And Achilles thought how Priam had long been rich +and happy, like his own father, Peleus, and now old age and weakness +and sorrow were laid upon both of them, for Achilles knew that his own +day of death was at hand, even at the doors. So Achilles bade +the women make ready the body of Hector for burial, and they clothed +him in a white mantle that Priam had brought, and laid him in the wain; +and supper was made ready, and Priam and Achilles ate and drank together, +and the women spread a bed for Priam, who would not stay long, but stole +away back to Troy while Achilles was asleep.</p> +<p>All the women came out to meet him, and to lament for Hector. +They carried the body into the house of Andromache and laid it on a +bed, and the women gathered around, and each in turn sang her song over +the great dead warrior. His mother bewailed him, and his wife, +and Helen of the fair hands, clad in dark mourning raiment, lifted up +her white arms, and said: “Hector, of all my brethren in Troy +thou wert the dearest, since Paris brought me hither. Would that +ere that day I had died! For this is now the twentieth year since +I came, and in all these twenty years never heard I a word from thee +that was bitter and unkind; others might upbraid me, thy sisters or +thy mother, for thy father was good to me as if he had been my own; +but then thou wouldst restrain them that spoke evil by the courtesy +of thy heart and thy gentle words. Ah! woe for thee, and woe for +me, whom all men shudder at, for there is now none in wide Troyland +to be my friend like thee, my brother and my friend!”</p> +<p>So Helen lamented, but now was done all that men might do; a great +pile of wood was raised, and Hector was burned, and his ashes were placed +in a golden urn, in a dark chamber of stone, within a hollow hill.</p> +<h2>HOW ULYSSES STOLE THE LUCK OF TROY</h2> +<p>After Hector was buried, the siege went on slowly, as it had done +during the first nine years of the war. The Greeks did not know +at that time how to besiege a city, as we saw, by way of digging trenches +and building towers, and battering the walls with machines that threw +heavy stones. The Trojans had lost courage, and dared not go into +the open plain, and they were waiting for the coming up of new armies +of allies—the Amazons, who were girl warriors from far away, and +an Eastern people called the Khita, whose king was Memnon, the son of +the Bright Dawn.</p> +<p>Now everyone knew that, in the temple of the Goddess Pallas Athênê, +in Troy, was a sacred image, which fell from heaven, called the Palladium, +and this very ancient image was the Luck of Troy. While it remained +safe in the temple people believed that Troy could never be taken, but +as it was in a guarded temple in the middle of the town, and was watched +by priestesses day and night, it seemed impossible that the Greeks should +ever enter the city secretly and steal the Luck away.</p> +<p>As Ulysses was the grandson of Autolycus, the Master Thief, he often +wished that the old man was with the Greeks, for if there was a thing +to steal Autolycus could steal it. But by this time Autolycus +was dead, and so Ulysses could only puzzle over the way to steal the +Luck of Troy, and wonder how his grandfather would have set about it. +He prayed for help secretly to Hermes, the God of Thieves, when he sacrificed +goats to him, and at last he had a plan.</p> +<p>There was a story that Anius, the King of the Isle of Delos, had +three daughters, named Œno, Spermo, and Elais, and that Œno +could turn water into wine, while Spermo could turn stones into bread, +and Elais could change mud into olive oil. Those fairy gifts, +people said, were given to the maidens by the Wine God, Dionysus, and +by the Goddess of Corn, Demeter. Now corn, and wine, and oil were +sorely needed by the Greeks, who were tired of paying much gold and +bronze to the Phoenician merchants for their supplies. Ulysses +therefore went to Agamemnon one day, and asked leave to take his ship +and voyage to Delos, to bring, if he could, the three maidens to the +camp, if indeed they could do these miracles. As no fighting was +going on, Agamemnon gave Ulysses leave to depart, so he went on board +his ship, with a crew of fifty men of Ithaca, and away they sailed, +promising to return in a month.</p> +<p>Two or three days after that, a dirty old beggar man began to be +seen in the Greek camp. He had crawled in late one evening, dressed +in a dirty smock and a very dirty old cloak, full of holes, and stained +with smoke. Over everything he wore the skin of a stag, with half +the hair worn off, and he carried a staff, and a filthy tattered wallet, +to put food in, which swung from his neck by a cord. He came crouching +and smiling up to the door of the hut of Diomede, and sat down just +within the doorway, where beggars still sit in the East. Diomede +saw him, and sent him a loaf and two handfuls of flesh, which the beggar +laid on his wallet, between his feet, and he made his supper greedily, +gnawing a bone like a dog.</p> +<p>After supper Diomede asked him who he was and whence he came, and +he told a long story about how he had been a Cretan pirate, and had +been taken prisoner by the Egyptians when he was robbing there, and +how he had worked for many years in their stone quarries, where the +sun had burned him brown, and had escaped by hiding among the great +stones, carried down the Nile in a raft, for building a temple on the +seashore. The raft arrived at night, and the beggar said that +he stole out from it in the dark and found a Phoenician ship in the +harbour, and the Phoenicians took him on board, meaning to sell him +somewhere as a slave. But a tempest came on and wrecked the ship +off the Isle of Tenedos, which is near Troy, and the beggar alone escaped +to the island on a plank of the ship. From Tenedos he had come +to Troy in a fisher’s boat, hoping to make himself useful in the +camp, and earn enough to keep body and soul together till he could find +a ship sailing to Crete.</p> +<p>He made his story rather amusing, describing the strange ways of +the Egyptians; how they worshipped cats and bulls, and did everything +in just the opposite of the Greek way of doing things. So Diomede +let him have a rug and blankets to sleep on in the portico of the hut, +and next day the old wretch went begging about the camp and talking +with the soldiers. Now he was a most impudent and annoying old +vagabond, and was always in quarrels. If there was a disagreeable +story about the father or grandfather of any of the princes, he knew +it and told it, so that he got a blow from the baton of Agamemnon, and +Aias gave him a kick, and Idomeneus drubbed him with the butt of his +spear for a tale about his grandmother, and everybody hated him and +called him a nuisance. He was for ever jeering at Ulysses, who +was far away, and telling tales about Autolycus, and at last he stole +a gold cup, a very large cup, with two handles, and a dove sitting on +each handle, from the hut of Nestor. The old chief was fond of +this cup, which he had brought from home, and, when it was found in +the beggar’s dirty wallet, everybody cried that he must be driven +out of the camp and well whipped. So Nestor’s son, young +Thrasymedes, with other young men, laughing and shouting, pushed and +dragged the beggar close up to the Scaean gate of Troy, where Thrasymedes +called with a loud voice, “O Trojans, we are sick of this shameless +beggar. First we shall whip him well, and if he comes back we +shall put out his eyes and cut off his hands and feet, and give him +to the dogs to eat. He may go to you, if he likes; if not, he +must wander till he dies of hunger.”</p> +<p>The young men of Troy heard this and laughed, and a crowd gathered +on the wall to see the beggar punished. So Thrasymedes whipped +him with his bowstring till he was tired, and they did not leave off +beating the beggar till he ceased howling and fell, all bleeding, and +lay still. Then Thrasymedes gave him a parting kick, and went +away with his friends. The beggar lay quiet for some time, then +he began to stir, and sat up, wiping the tears from his eyes, and shouting +curses and bad words after the Greeks, praying that they might be speared +in the back, and eaten by dogs.</p> +<p>At last he tried to stand up, but fell down again, and began to crawl +on hands and knees towards the Scaean gate. There he sat down, +within the two side walls of the gate, where he cried and lamented. +Now Helen of the fair hands came down from the gate tower, being sorry +to see any man treated so much worse than a beast, and she spoke to +the beggar and asked him why he had been used in this cruel way?</p> +<p>At first he only moaned, and rubbed his sore sides, but at last he +said that he was an unhappy man, who had been shipwrecked, and was begging +his way home, and that the Greeks suspected him of being a spy sent +out by the Trojans. But he had been in Lacedaemon, her own country, +he said, and could tell her about her father, if she were, as he supposed, +the beautiful Helen, and about her brothers, Castor and Polydeuces, +and her little daughter, Hermione.</p> +<p>“But perhaps,” he said, “you are no mortal woman, +but some goddess who favours the Trojans, and if indeed you are a goddess +then I liken you to Aphrodite, for beauty, and stature, and shapeliness.” +Then Helen wept; for many a year had passed since she had heard any +word of her father, and daughter, and her brothers, who were dead, though +she knew it not. So she stretched out her white hand, and raised +the beggar, who was kneeling at her feet, and bade him follow her to +her own house, within the palace garden of King Priam.</p> +<p>Helen walked forward, with a bower maiden at either side, and the +beggar crawling after her. When she had entered her house, Paris +was not there, so she ordered the bath to be filled with warm water, +and new clothes to be brought, and she herself washed the old beggar +and anointed him with oil. This appears very strange to us, for +though Saint Elizabeth of Hungary used to wash and clothe beggars, we +are surprised that Helen should do so, who was not a saint. But +long afterwards she herself told the son of Ulysses, Telemachus, that +she had washed his father when he came into Troy disguised as a beggar +who had been sorely beaten.</p> +<p>You must have guessed that the beggar was Ulysses, who had not gone +to Delos in his ship, but stolen back in a boat, and appeared disguised +among the Greeks. He did all this to make sure that nobody could +recognise him, and he behaved so as to deserve a whipping that he might +not be suspected as a Greek spy by the Trojans, but rather be pitied +by them. Certainly he deserved his name of “the much-enduring +Ulysses.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile he sat in his bath and Helen washed his feet. But +when she had done, and had anointed his wounds with olive oil, and when +she had clothed him in a white tunic and a purple mantle, then she opened +her lips to cry out with amazement, for she knew Ulysses; but he laid +his finger on her lips, saying “Hush!” Then she remembered +how great danger he was in, for the Trojans, if they found him, would +put him to some cruel death, and she sat down, trembling and weeping, +while he watched her.</p> +<p>“Oh thou strange one,” she said, “how enduring +is thy heart and how cunning beyond measure! How hast thou borne +to be thus beaten and disgraced, and to come within the walls of Troy? +Well it is for thee that Paris, my lord, is far from home, having gone +to guide Penthesilea, the Queen of the warrior maids whom men call Amazons, +who is on her way to help the Trojans.”</p> +<p>Then Ulysses smiled, and Helen saw that she had said a word which +she ought not to have spoken, and had revealed the secret hope of the +Trojans. Then she wept, and said, “Oh cruel and cunning! +You have made me betray the people with whom I live, though woe is me +that ever I left my own people, and my husband dear, and my child! +And now if you escape alive out of Troy, you will tell the Greeks, and +they will lie in ambush by night for the Amazons on the way to Troy +and will slay them all. If you and I were not friends long ago, +I would tell the Trojans that you are here, and they would give your +body to the dogs to eat, and fix your head on the palisade above the +wall. Woe is me that ever I was born.”</p> +<p>Ulysses answered, “Lady, as you have said, we two are friends +from of old, and your friend I will be till the last, when the Greeks +break into Troy, and slay the men, and carry the women captives. +If I live till that hour no man shall harm you, but safely and in honour +you shall come to your palace in Lacedaemon of the rifted hills. +Moreover, I swear to you a great oath, by Zeus above, and by Them that +under earth punish the souls of men who swear falsely, that I shall +tell no man the thing which you have spoken.”</p> +<p>So when he had sworn and done that oath, Helen was comforted and +dried her tears. Then she told him how unhappy she was, and how +she had lost her last comfort when Hector died. “Always +am I wretched,” she said, “save when sweet sleep falls on +me. Now the wife of Thon, King of Egypt, gave me this gift when +we were in Egypt, on our way to Troy, namely, a drug that brings sleep +even to the most unhappy, and it is pressed from the poppy heads of +the garland of the God of Sleep.” Then she showed him strange +phials of gold, full of this drug: phials wrought by the Egyptians, +and covered with magic spells and shapes of beasts and flowers. +“One of these I will give you,” she said, “that even +from Troy town you may not go without a gift in memory of the hands +of Helen.” So Ulysses took the phial of gold, and was glad +in his heart, and Helen set before him meat and wine. When he +had eaten and drunk, and his strength had come back to him, he said:</p> +<p>“Now I must dress me again in my old rags, and take my wallet, +and my staff, and go forth, and beg through Troy town. For here +I must abide for some days as a beggar man, lest if I now escape from +your house in the night the Trojans may think that you have told me +the secrets of their counsel, which I am carrying to the Greeks, and +may be angry with you.” So he clothed himself again as a +beggar, and took his staff, and hid the phial of gold with the Egyptian +drug in his rags, and in his wallet also he put the new clothes that +Helen had given him, and a sword, and he took farewell, saying, “Be +of good heart, for the end of your sorrows is at hand. But if +you see me among the beggars in the street, or by the well, take no +heed of me, only I will salute you as a beggar who has been kindly treated +by a Queen.”</p> +<p>So they parted, and Ulysses went out, and when it was day he was +with the beggars in the streets, but by night he commonly slept near +the fire of a smithy forge, as is the way of beggars. So for some +days he begged, saying that he was gathering food to eat while he walked +to some town far away that was at peace, where he might find work to +do. He was not impudent now, and did not go to rich men’s +houses or tell evil tales, or laugh, but he was much in the temples, +praying to the Gods, and above all in the temple of Pallas Athênê. +The Trojans thought that he was a pious man for a beggar.</p> +<p>Now there was a custom in these times that men and women who were +sick or in distress, should sleep at night on the floors of the temples. +They did this hoping that the God would send them a dream to show them +how their diseases might be cured, or how they might find what they +had lost, or might escape from their distresses.</p> +<p>Ulysses slept in more than one temple, and once in that of Pallas +Athênê, and the priests and priestesses were kind to him, +and gave him food in the morning when the gates of the temple were opened.</p> +<p>In the temple of Pallas Athênê, where the Luck of Troy +lay always on her altar, the custom was that priestesses kept watch, +each for two hours, all through the night, and soldiers kept guard within +call. So one night Ulysses slept there, on the floor, with other +distressed people, seeking for dreams from the Gods. He lay still +all through the night till the turn of the last priestess came to watch. +The priestess used to walk up and down with bare feet among the dreaming +people, having a torch in her hand, and muttering hymns to the Goddess. +Then Ulysses, when her back was turned, slipped the gold phial out of +his rags, and let it lie on the polished floor beside him. When +the priestess came back again, the light from her torch fell on the +glittering phial, and she stooped and picked it up, and looked at it +curiously. There came from it a sweet fragrance, and she opened +it, and tasted the drug. It seemed to her the sweetest thing that +ever she had tasted, and she took more and more, and then closed the +phial and laid it down, and went along murmuring her hymn.</p> +<p>But soon a great drowsiness came over her, and she sat down on the +step of the altar, and fell sound asleep, and the torch sunk in her +hand, and went out, and all was dark. Then Ulysses put the phial +in his wallet, and crept very cautiously to the altar, in the dark, +and stole the Luck of Troy. It was only a small black mass of +what is now called meteoric iron, which sometimes comes down with meteorites +from the sky, but it was shaped like a shield, and the people thought +it an image of the warlike shielded Goddess, fallen from Heaven. +Such sacred shields, made of glass and ivory, are found deep in the +earth in the ruined cities of Ulysses’ time. Swiftly Ulysses +hid the Luck in his rags and left in its place on the altar a copy of +the Luck, which he had made of blackened clay. Then he stole back +to the place where he had lain, and remained there till dawn appeared, +and the sleepers who sought for dreams awoke, and the temple gates were +opened, and Ulysses walked out with the rest of them.</p> +<p>He stole down a lane, where as yet no people were stirring, and crept +along, leaning on his staff, till he came to the eastern gate, at the +back of the city, which the Greeks never attacked, for they had never +drawn their army in a circle round the town. There Ulysses explained +to the sentinels that he had gathered food enough to last for a long +journey to some other town, and opened his bag, which seemed full of +bread and broken meat. The soldiers said he was a lucky beggar, +and let him out. He walked slowly along the waggon road by which +wood was brought into Troy from the forests on Mount Ida, and when he +found that nobody was within sight he slipped into the forest, and stole +into a dark thicket, hiding beneath the tangled boughs. Here he +lay and slept till evening, and then took the new clothes which Helen +had given him out of his wallet, and put them on, and threw the belt +of the sword over his shoulder, and hid the Luck of Troy in his bosom. +He washed himself clean in a mountain brook, and now all who saw him +must have known that he was no beggar, but Ulysses of Ithaca, Laertes’ +son.</p> +<p>So he walked cautiously down the side of the brook which ran between +high banks deep in trees, and followed it till it reached the river +Xanthus, on the left of the Greek lines. Here he found Greek sentinels +set to guard the camp, who cried aloud in joy and surprise, for his +ship had not yet returned from Delos, and they could not guess how Ulysses +had come back alone across the sea. So two of the sentinels guarded +Ulysses to the hut of Agamemnon, where he and Achilles and all the chiefs +were sitting at a feast. They all leaped up, but when Ulysses +took the Luck of Troy from within his mantle, they cried that this was +the bravest deed that had been done in the war, and they sacrificed +ten oxen to Zeus.</p> +<p>“So you were the old beggar,” said young Thrasymedes.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Ulysses, “and when next you beat a +beggar, Thrasymedes, do not strike so hard and so long.”</p> +<p>That night all the Greeks were full of hope, for now they had the +Luck of Troy, but the Trojans were in despair, and guessed that the +beggar was the thief, and that Ulysses had been the beggar. The +priestess, Theano, could tell them nothing; they found her, with the +extinguished torch drooping in her hand, asleep, as she sat on the step +of the altar, and she never woke again.</p> +<h2>THE BATTLES WITH THE AMAZONS AND MEMNON—THE DEATH OF ACHILLES</h2> +<p>Ulysses thought much and often of Helen, without whose kindness he +could not have saved the Greeks by stealing the Luck of Troy. +He saw that, though she remained as beautiful as when the princes all +sought her hand, she was most unhappy, knowing herself to be the cause +of so much misery, and fearing what the future might bring. Ulysses +told nobody about the secret which she had let fall, the coming of the +Amazons.</p> +<p>The Amazons were a race of warlike maids, who lived far away on the +banks of the river Thermodon. They had fought against Troy in +former times, and one of the great hill-graves on the plain of Troy +covered the ashes of an Amazon, swift-footed Myrinê. People +believed that they were the daughters of the God of War, and they were +reckoned equal in battle to the bravest men. Their young Queen, +Penthesilea, had two reasons for coming to fight at Troy: one was her +ambition to win renown, and the other her sleepless sorrow for having +accidentally killed her sister, Hippolytê, when hunting. +The spear which she threw at a stag struck Hippolytê and slew +her, and Penthesilea cared no longer for her own life, and desired to +fall gloriously in battle. So Penthesilea and her bodyguard of +twelve Amazons set forth from the wide streams of Thermodon, and rode +into Troy. The story says that they did not drive in chariots, +like all the Greek and Trojan chiefs, but rode horses, which must have +been the manner of their country.</p> +<p>Penthesilea was the tallest and most beautiful of the Amazons, and +shone among her twelve maidens like the moon among the stars, or the +bright Dawn among the Hours which follow her chariot wheels. The +Trojans rejoiced when they beheld her, for she looked both terrible +and beautiful, with a frown on her brow, and fair shining eyes, and +a blush on her cheeks. To the Trojans she came like Iris, the +Rainbow, after a storm, and they gathered round her cheering, and throwing +flowers and kissing her stirrup, as the people of Orleans welcomed Joan +of Arc when she came to deliver them. Even Priam was glad, as +is a man long blind, when he has been healed, and again looks upon the +light of the sun. Priam held a great feast, and gave to Penthesilea +many beautiful gifts: cups of gold, and embroideries, and a sword with +a hilt of silver, and she vowed that she would slay Achilles. +But when Andromache, the wife of Hector, heard her she said within herself, +“Ah, unhappy girl, what is this boast of thine! Thou hast +not the strength to fight the unconquerable son of Peleus, for if Hector +could not slay him, what chance hast thou? But the piled-up earth +covers Hector!”</p> +<p>In the morning Penthesilea sprang up from sleep and put on her glorious +armour, with spear in hand, and sword at side, and bow and quiver hung +behind her back, and her great shield covering her side from neck to +stirrup, and mounted her horse, and galloped to the plain. Beside +her charged the twelve maidens of her bodyguard, and all the company +of Hector’s brothers and kinsfolk. These headed the Trojan +lines, and they rushed towards the ships of the Greeks.</p> +<p>Then the Greeks asked each other, “Who is this that leads the +Trojans as Hector led them, surely some God rides in the van of the +charioteers!” Ulysses could have told them who the new leader +of the Trojans was, but it seems that he had not the heart to fight +against women, for his name is not mentioned in this day’s battle. +So the two lines clashed, and the plain of Troy ran red with blood, +for Penthesilea slew Molios, and Persinoos, and Eilissos, and Antiphates, +and Lernos high of heart, and Hippalmos of the loud warcry, and Haemonides, +and strong Elasippus, while her maidens Derinoê and Cloniê +slew each a chief of the Greeks. But Cloniê fell beneath +the spear of Podarkes, whose hand Penthesilea cut off with the sword, +while Idomeneus speared the Amazon Bremousa, and Meriones of Crete slew +Evadrê, and Diomede killed Alcibiê and Derimacheia in close +fight with the sword, so the company of the Twelve were thinned, the +bodyguard of Penthesilea.</p> +<p>The Trojans and Greeks kept slaying each other, but Penthesilea avenged +her maidens, driving the ranks of Greece as a lioness drives the cattle +on the hills, for they could not stand before her. Then she shouted, +“Dogs! to-day shall you pay for the sorrows of Priam! Where +is Diomede, where is Achilles, where is Aias, that, men say, are your +bravest? Will none of them stand before my spear?” +Then she charged again, at the head of the Household of Priam, brothers +and kinsmen of Hector, and where they came the Greeks fell like yellow +leaves before the wind of autumn. The white horse that Penthesilea +rode, a gift from the wife of the North Wind, flashed like lightning +through a dark cloud among the companies of the Greeks, and the chariots +that followed the charge of the Amazon rocked as they swept over the +bodies of the slain. Then the old Trojans, watching from the walls, +cried: “This is no mortal maiden but a Goddess, and to-day she +will burn the ships of the Greeks, and they will all perish in Troyland, +and see Greece never more again.”</p> +<p>Now it so was that Aias and Achilles had not heard the din and the +cry of war, for both had gone to weep over the great new grave of Patroclus. +Penthesilea and the Trojans had driven back the Greeks within their +ditch, and they were hiding here and there among the ships, and torches +were blazing in men’s hands to burn the ships, as in the day of +the valour of Hector: when Aias heard the din of battle, and called +to Achilles to make speed towards the ships.</p> +<p>So they ran swiftly to their huts, and armed themselves, and Aias +fell smiting and slaying upon the Trojans, but Achilles slew five of +the bodyguard of Penthesilea. She, beholding her maidens fallen, +rode straight against Aias and Achilles, like a dove defying two falcons, +and cast her spear, but it fell back blunted from the glorious shield +that the God had made for the son of Peleus. Then she threw another +spear at Aias, crying, “I am the daughter of the God of War,” +but his armour kept out the spear, and he and Achilles laughed aloud. +Aias paid no more heed to the Amazon, but rushed against the Trojan +men; while Achilles raised the heavy spear that none but he could throw, +and drove it down through breastplate and breast of Penthesilea, yet +still her hand grasped her sword-hilt. But, ere she could draw +her sword, Achilles speared her horse, and horse and rider fell, and +died in their fall.</p> +<p>There lay fair Penthesilea in the dust, like a tall poplar tree that +the wind has overthrown, and her helmet fell, and the Greeks who gathered +round marvelled to see her lie so beautiful in death, like Artemis, +the Goddess of the Woods, when she sleeps alone, weary with hunting +on the hills. Then the heart of Achilles was pierced with pity +and sorrow, thinking how she might have been his wife in his own country, +had he spared her, but he was never to see pleasant Phthia, his native +land, again. So Achilles stood and wept over Penthesilea dead.</p> +<p>Now the Greeks, in pity and sorrow, held their hands, and did not +pursue the Trojans who had fled, nor did they strip the armour from +Penthesilea and her twelve maidens, but laid the bodies on biers, and +sent them back in peace to Priam. Then the Trojans burned Penthesilea +in the midst of her dead maidens, on a great pile of dry wood, and placed +their ashes in a golden casket, and buried them all in the great hill-grave +of Laomedon, an ancient King of Troy, while the Greeks with lamentation +buried them whom the Amazon had slain.</p> +<p>The old men of Troy and the chiefs now held a council, and Priam +said that they must not yet despair, for, if they had lost many of their +bravest warriors, many of the Greeks had also fallen. Their best +plan was to fight only with arrows from the walls and towers, till King +Memnon came to their rescue with a great army of Aethiopes. Now +Memnon was the son of the bright Dawn, a beautiful Goddess who had loved +and married a mortal man, Tithonus. She had asked Zeus, the chief +of the Gods, to make her lover immortal, and her prayer was granted. +Tithonus could not die, but he began to grow grey, and then white haired, +with a long white beard, and very weak, till nothing of him seemed to +be left but his voice, always feebly chattering like the grasshoppers +on a summer day.</p> +<p>Memnon was the most beautiful of men, except Paris and Achilles, +and his home was in a country that borders on the land of sunrising. +There he was reared by the lily maidens called Hesperides, till he came +to his full strength, and commanded the whole army of the Aethiopes. +For their arrival Priam wished to wait, but Polydamas advised that the +Trojans should give back Helen to the Greeks, with jewels twice as valuable +as those which she had brought from the house of Menelaus. Then +Paris was very angry, and said that Polydamas was a coward, for it was +little to Paris that Troy should be taken and burned in a month if for +a month he could keep Helen of the fair hands.</p> +<p>At length Memnon came, leading a great army of men who had nothing +white about them but the teeth, so fiercely the sun burned on them in +their own country. The Trojans had all the more hopes of Memnon +because, on his long journey from the land of sunrising, and the river +Oceanus that girdles the round world, he had been obliged to cross the +country of the Solymi. Now the Solymi were the fiercest of men +and rose up against Memnon, but he and his army fought them for a whole +day, and defeated them, and drove them to the hills. When Memnon +came, Priam gave him a great cup of gold, full of wine to the brim, +and Memnon drank the wine at one draught. But he did not make +great boasts of what he could do, like poor Penthesilea, “for,” +said he, “whether I am a good man at arms will be known in battle, +where the strength of men is tried. So now let us turn to sleep, +for to wake and drink wine all through the night is an ill beginning +of war.”</p> +<p>Then Priam praised his wisdom, and all men betook them to bed, but +the bright Dawn rose unwillingly next day, to throw light on the battle +where her son was to risk his fife. Then Memnon led out the dark +clouds of his men into the plain, and the Greeks foreboded evil when +they saw so great a new army of fresh and unwearied warriors, but Achilles, +leading them in his shining armour, gave them courage. Memnon +fell upon the left wing of the Greeks, and on the men of Nestor, and +first he slew Ereuthus, and then attacked Nestor’s young son, +Antilochus, who, now that Patroclus had fallen, was the dearest friend +of Achilles. On him Memnon leaped, like a lion on a kid, but Antilochus +lifted a huge stone from the plain, a pillar that had been set on the +tomb of some great warrior long ago, and the stone smote full on the +helmet of Memnon, who reeled beneath the stroke. But Memnon seized +his heavy spear, and drove it through shield and corselet of Antilochus, +even into his heart, and he fell and died beneath his father’s +eyes. Then Nestor in great sorrow and anger strode across the +body of Antilochus and called to his other son, Thrasymedes, “Come +and drive afar this man that has slain thy brother, for if fear be in +thy heart thou art no son of mine, nor of the race of Periclymenus, +who stood up in battle even against the strong man Heracles!”</p> +<p>But Memnon was too strong for Thrasymedes, and drove him off, while +old Nestor himself charged sword in hand, though Memnon bade him begone, +for he was not minded to strike so aged a man, and Nestor drew back, +for he was weak with age. Then Memnon and his army charged the +Greeks, slaying and stripping the dead. But Nestor had mounted +his chariot and driven to Achilles, weeping, and imploring him to come +swiftly and save the body of Antilochus, and he sped to meet Memnon, +who lifted a great stone, the landmark of a field, and drove it against +the shield of the son of Peleus. But Achilles was not shaken by +the blow; he ran forward, and wounded Memnon over the rim of his shield. +Yet wounded as he was Memnon fought on and struck his spear through +the arm of Achilles, for the Greeks fought with no sleeves of bronze +to protect their arms.</p> +<p>Then Achilles drew his great sword, and flew on Memnon, and with +sword-strokes they lashed at each other on shield and helmet, and the +long horsehair crests of the helmets were shorn off, and flew down the +wind, and their shields rang terribly beneath the sword strokes. +They thrust at each others’ throats between shield and visor of +the helmet, they smote at knee, and thrust at breast, and the armour +rang about their bodies, and the dust from beneath their feet rose up +in a cloud around them, like mist round the falls of a great river in +flood. So they fought, neither of them yielding a step, till Achilles +made so rapid a thrust that Memnon could not parry it, and the bronze +sword passed clean through his body beneath the breast-bone, and he +fell, and his armour clashed as he fell.</p> +<p>Then Achilles, wounded as he was and weak from loss of blood, did +not stay to strip the golden armour of Memnon, but shouted his warcry, +and pressed on, for he hoped to enter the gate of Troy with the fleeing +Trojans, and all the Greeks followed after him. So they pursued, +slaying as they went, and the Scaean gate was choked with the crowd +of men, pursuing and pursued. In that hour would the Greeks have +entered Troy, and burned the city, and taken the women captive, but +Paris stood on the tower above the gate, and in his mind was anger for +the death of his brother Hector. He tried the string of his bow, +and found it frayed, for all day he had showered his arrows on the Greeks; +so he chose a new bowstring, and fitted it, and strung the bow, and +chose an arrow from his quiver, and aimed at the ankle of Achilles, +where it was bare beneath the greave, or leg-guard of metal, that the +God had fashioned for him. Through the ankle flew the arrow, and +Achilles wheeled round, weak as he was, and stumbled, and fell, and +the armour that the God had wrought was defiled with dust and blood.</p> +<p>Then Achilles rose again, and cried: “What coward has smitten +me with a secret arrow from afar? Let him stand forth and meet +me with sword and spear!” So speaking he seized the shaft +with his strong hands and tore it out of the wound, and much blood gushed, +and darkness came over his eyes. Yet he staggered forward, striking +blindly, and smote Orythaon, a dear friend of Hector, through the helmet, +and others he smote, but now his force failed him, and he leaned on +his spear, and cried his warcry, and said, “Cowards of Troy, ye +shall not all escape my spear, dying as I am.” But as he +spoke he fell, and all his armour rang around him, yet the Trojans stood +apart and watched; and as hunters watch a dying lion not daring to go +nigh him, so the Trojans stood in fear till Achilles drew his latest +breath. Then from the wall the Trojan women raised a great cry +of joy over him who had slain the noble Hector: and thus was fulfilled +the prophecy of Hector, that Achilles should fall in the Scaean gateway, +by the hand of Paris.</p> +<p>Then the best of the Trojans rushed forth from the gate to seize +the body of Achilles, and his glorious armour, but the Greeks were as +eager to carry the body to the ships that it might have due burial. +Round the dead Achilles men fought long and sore, and both sides were +mixed, Greeks and Trojans, so that men dared not shoot arrows from the +walls of Troy lest they should kill their own friends. Paris, +and Aeneas, and Glaucus, who had been the friend of Sarpedon, led the +Trojans, and Aias and Ulysses led the Greeks, for we are not told that +Agamemnon was fighting in this great battle of the war. Now as +angry wild bees flock round a man who is taking their honeycombs, so +the Trojans gathered round Aias, striving to stab him, but he set his +great shield in front, and smote and slew all that came within reach +of his spear. Ulysses, too, struck down many, and though a spear +was thrown and pierced his leg near the knee he stood firm, protecting +the body of Achilles. At last Ulysses caught the body of Achilles +by the hands, and heaved it upon his back, and so limped towards the +ships, but Aias and the men of Aias followed, turning round if ever +the Trojans ventured to come near, and charging into the midst of them. +Thus very slowly they bore the dead Achilles across the plain, through +the bodies of the fallen and the blood, till they met Nestor in his +chariot and placed Achilles therein, and swiftly Nestor drove to the +ships.</p> +<p>There the women, weeping, washed Achilles’ comely body, and +laid him on a bier with a great white mantle over him, and all the women +lamented and sang dirges, and the first was Briseis, who loved Achilles +better than her own country, and her father, and her brothers whom he +had slain in war. The Greek princes, too, stood round the body, +weeping and cutting off their long locks of yellow hair, a token of +grief and an offering to the dead.</p> +<p>Men say that forth from the sea came Thetis of the silver feet, the +mother of Achilles, with her ladies, the deathless maidens of the waters. +They rose up from their glassy chambers below the sea, moving on, many +and beautiful, like the waves on a summer day, and their sweet song +echoed along the shores, and fear came upon the Greeks. Then they +would have fled, but Nestor cried: “Hold, flee not, young lords +of the Achaeans! Lo, she that comes from the sea is his mother, +with the deathless maidens of the waters, to look on the face of her +dead son.” Then the sea nymphs stood around the dead Achilles +and clothed him in the garments of the Gods, fragrant raiment, and all +the Nine Muses, one to the other replying with sweet voices, began their +lament.</p> +<p>Next the Greeks made a great pile of dry wood, and laid Achilles +on it, and set fire to it, till the flames had consumed his body except +the white ashes. These they placed in a great golden cup and mingled +with them the ashes of Patroclus, and above all they built a tomb like +a hill, high on a headland above the sea, that men for all time may +see it as they go sailing by, and may remember Achilles. Next +they held in his honour foot races and chariot races, and other games, +and Thetis gave splendid prizes. Last of all, when the games were +ended, Thetis placed before the chiefs the glorious armour that the +God had made for her son on the night after the slaying of Patroclus +by Hector. “Let these arms be the prize of the best of the +Greeks,” she said, “and of him that saved the body of Achilles +out of the hands of the Trojans.”</p> +<p>Then stood up on one side Aias and on the other Ulysses, for these +two had rescued the body, and neither thought himself a worse warrior +than the other. Both were the bravest of the brave, and if Aias +was the taller and stronger, and upheld the fight at the ships on the +day of the valour of Hector; Ulysses had alone withstood the Trojans, +and refused to retreat even when wounded, and his courage and cunning +had won for the Greeks the Luck of Troy. Therefore old Nestor +arose and said: "This is a luckless day, when the best of the Greeks +are rivals for such a prize. He who is not the winner will be +heavy at heart, and will not stand firm by us in battle, as of old, +and hence will come great loss to the Greeks. Who can be a just +judge in this question, for some men will love Aias better, and some +will prefer Ulysses, and thus will arise disputes among ourselves. +Lo! have we not here among us many Trojan prisoners, waiting till their +friends pay their ransom in cattle and gold and bronze and iron? +These hate all the Greeks alike, and will favour neither Aias nor Ulysses. +Let <i>them</i> be the judges, and decide who is the best of the Greeks, +and the man who has done most harm to the Trojans.”</p> +<p>Agamemnon said that Nestor had spoken wisely. The Trojans were +then made to sit as judges in the midst of the Assembly, and Aias and +Ulysses spoke, and told the stories of their own great deeds, of which +we have heard already, but Aias spoke roughly and discourteously, calling +Ulysses a coward and a weakling. “Perhaps the Trojans know,” +said Ulysses quietly, “whether they think that I deserve what +Aias has said about me, that I am a coward; and perhaps Aias may remember +that he did not find me so weak when we wrestled for a prize at the +funeral of Patroclus.”</p> +<p>Then the Trojans all with one voice said that Ulysses was the best +man among the Greeks, and the most feared by them, both for his courage +and his skill in stratagems of war. On this, the blood of Aias +flew into his face, and he stood silent and unmoving, and could not +speak a word, till his friends came round him and led him away to his +hut, and there he sat down and would not eat or drink, and the night +fell.</p> +<p>Long he sat, musing in his mind, and then rose and put on all his +armour, and seized a sword that Hector had given him one day when they +two fought in a gentle passage of arms, and took courteous farewell +of each other, and Aias had given Hector a broad sword-belt, wrought +with gold. This sword, Hector’s gift, Aias took, and went +towards the hut of Ulysses, meaning to carve him limb from limb, for +madness had come upon him in his great grief. Rushing through +the night to slay Ulysses he fell upon the flock of sheep that the Greeks +kept for their meat. And up and down among them he went, smiting +blindly till the dawn came, and, lo! his senses returned to him, and +he saw that he had not smitten Ulysses, but stood in a pool of blood +among the sheep that he had slain. He could not endure the disgrace +of his madness, and he fixed the sword, Hector’s gift, with its +hilt firmly in the ground, and went back a little way, and ran and fell +upon the sword, which pierced his heart, and so died the great Aias, +choosing death before a dishonoured life.</p> +<h2>ULYSSES SAILS TO SEEK THE SON OF ACHILLES.—THE VALOUR OF EURYPYLUS</h2> +<p>When the Greeks found Aias lying dead, slain by his own hand, they +made great lament, and above all the brother of Aias, and his wife Tecmessa +bewailed him, and the shores of the sea rang with their sorrow. +But of all no man was more grieved than Ulysses, and he stood up and +said: “Would that the sons of the Trojans had never awarded to +me the arms of Achilles, for far rather would I have given them to Aias +than that this loss should have befallen the whole army of the Greeks. +Let no man blame me, or be angry with me, for I have not sought for +wealth, to enrich myself, but for honour only, and to win a name that +will be remembered among men in times to come.” Then they +made a great fire of wood, and burned the body of Aias, lamenting him +as they had sorrowed for Achilles.</p> +<p>Now it seemed that though the Greeks had won the Luck of Troy and +had defeated the Amazons and the army of Memnon, they were no nearer +taking Troy than ever. They had slain Hector, indeed, and many +other Trojans, but they had lost the great Achilles, and Aias, and Patroclus, +and Antilochus, with the princes whom Penthesilea and Memnon slew, and +the bands of the dead chiefs were weary of fighting, and eager to go +home. The chiefs met in council, and Menelaus arose and said that +his heart was wasted with sorrow for the death of so many brave men +who had sailed to Troy for his sake. “Would that death had +come upon me before I gathered this host,” he said, “but +come, let the rest of us launch our swift ships, and return each to +our own country.”</p> +<p>He spoke thus to try the Greeks, and see of what courage they were, +for his desire was still to burn Troy town and to slay Paris with his +own hand. Then up rose Diomede, and swore that never would the +Greeks turn cowards. No! he bade them sharpen their swords, and +make ready for battle. The prophet Calchas, too, arose and reminded +the Greeks how he had always foretold that they would take Troy in the +tenth year of the siege, and how the tenth year had come, and victory +was almost in their hands. Next Ulysses stood up and said that, +though Achilles was dead, and there was no prince to lead his men, yet +a son had been born to Achilles, while he was in the isle of Scyros, +and that son he would bring to fill his father’s place.</p> +<p>“Surely he will come, and for a token I will carry to him those +unhappy arms of the great Achilles. Unworthy am I to wear them, +and they bring back to my mind our sorrow for Aias. But his son +will wear them, in the front of the spearmen of Greece and in the thickest +ranks of Troy shall the helmet of Achilles shine, as it was wont to +do, for always he fought among the foremost.” Thus Ulysses +spoke, and he and Diomede, with fifty oarsmen, went on board a swift +ship, and sitting all in order on the benches they smote the grey sea +into foam, and Ulysses held the helm and steered them towards the isle +of Scyros.</p> +<p>Now the Trojans had rest from war for a while, and Priam, with a +heavy heart, bade men take his chief treasure, the great golden vine, +with leaves and clusters of gold, and carry it to the mother of Eurypylus, +the king of the people who dwell where the wide marshlands of the river +Cayster clang with the cries of the cranes and herons and wild swans. +For the mother of Eurypylus had sworn that never would she let her son +go to the war unless Priam sent her the vine of gold, a gift of the +gods to an ancient King of Troy.</p> +<p>With a heavy heart, then, Priam sent the golden vine, but Eurypylus +was glad when he saw it, and bade all his men arm, and harness the horses +to the chariots, and glad were the Trojans when the long line of the +new army wound along the road and into the town. Then Paris welcomed +Eurypylus who was his nephew, son of his sister Astyochê, a daughter +of Priam; but the grandfather of Eurypylus was the famous Heracles, +the strongest man who ever lived on earth. So Paris brought Eurypylus +to his house, where Helen sat working at her embroideries with her four +bower maidens, and Eurypylus marvelled when he saw her, she was so beautiful. +But the Khita, the people of Eurypylus, feasted in the open air among +the Trojans, by the light of great fires burning, and to the music of +pipes and flutes. The Greeks saw the fires, and heard the merry +music, and they watched all night lest the Trojans should attack the +ships before the dawn. But in the dawn Eurypylus rose from sleep +and put on his armour, and hung from his neck by the belt the great +shield on which were fashioned, in gold of many colours and in silver, +the Twelve Adventures of Heracles, his grandfather; strange deeds that +he did, fighting with monsters and giants and with the Hound of Hades, +who guards the dwellings of the dead. Then Eurypylus led on his +whole army, and with the brothers of Hector he charged against the Greeks, +who were led by Agamemnon.</p> +<p>In that battle Eurypylus first smote Nireus, who was the most beautiful +of the Greeks now that Achilles had fallen. There lay Nireus, +like an apple tree, all covered with blossoms red and white, that the +wind has overthrown in a rich man’s orchard. Then Eurypylus +would have stripped off his armour, but Machaon rushed in, Machaon who +had been wounded and taken to the tent of Nestor, on the day of the +Valour of Hector, when he brought fire against the ships. Machaon +drove his spear through the left shoulder of Eurypylus, but Eurypylus +struck at his shoulder with his sword, and the blood flowed; nevertheless, +Machaon stooped, and grasped a great stone, and sent it against the +helmet of Eurypylus. He was shaken, but he did not fall, he drove +his spear through breastplate and breast of Machaon, who fell and died. +With his last breath he said, “Thou, too, shalt fall,” but +Eurypylus made answer, “So let it be! Men cannot live for +ever, and such is the fortune of war.”</p> +<p>Thus the battle rang, and shone, and shifted, till few of the Greeks +kept steadfast, except those with Menelaus and Agamemnon, for Diomede +and Ulysses were far away upon the sea, bringing from Scyros the son +of Achilles. But Teucer slew Polydamas, who had warned Hector +to come within the walls of Troy; and Menelaus wounded Deiphobus, the +bravest of the sons of Priam who were still in arms, for many had fallen; +and Agamemnon slew certain spearmen of the Trojans. Round Eurypylus +fought Paris, and Aeneas, who wounded Teucer with a great stone, breaking +in his helmet, but he drove back in his chariot to the ships. +Menelaus and Agamemnon stood alone and fought in the crowd of Trojans, +like two wild boars that a circle of hunters surrounds with spears, +so fiercely they stood at bay. There they would both have fallen, +but Idomeneus, and Meriones of Crete, and Thrasymedes, Nestor’s +son, ran to their rescue, and fiercer grew the fighting. Eurypylus +desired to slay Agamemnon and Menelaus, and end the war, but, as the +spears of the Scots encompassed King James at Flodden Field till he +ran forward, and fell within a lance’s length of the English general, +so the men of Crete and Pylos guarded the two princes with their spears.</p> +<p>There Paris was wounded in the thigh with a spear, and he retreated +a little way, and showered his arrows among the Greeks; and Idomeneus +lifted and hurled a great stone at Eurypylus which struck his spear +out of his hand, and he went back to find it, and Menelaus and Agamemnon +had a breathing space in the battle. But soon Eurypylus returned, +crying on his men, and they drove back foot by foot the ring of spears +round Agamemnon, and Aeneas and Paris slew men of Crete and of Mycenae +till the Greeks were pushed to the ditch round the camp; and then great +stones and spears and arrows rained down on the Trojans and the people +of Eurypylus from the battlements and towers of the Grecian wall. +Now night fell, and Eurypylus knew that he could not win the wall in +the dark, so he withdrew his men, and they built great fires, and camped +upon the plain.</p> +<p>The case of the Greeks was now like that of the Trojans after the +death of Hector. They buried Machaon and the other chiefs who +had fallen, and they remained within their ditch and their wall, for +they dared not come out into the open plain. They knew not whether +Ulysses and Diomede had come safely to Scyros, or whether their ship +had been wrecked or driven into unknown seas. So they sent a herald +to Eurypylus, asking for a truce, that they might gather their dead +and burn them, and the Trojans and Khita also buried their dead.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the swift ship of Ulysses had swept through the sea to +Scyros, and to the palace of King Lycomedes. There they found +Neoptolemus, the son of Achilles, in the court before the doors. +He was as tall as his father, and very like him in face and shape, and +he was practising the throwing of the spear at a mark. Right glad +were Ulysses and Diomede to behold him, and Ulysses told Neoptolemus +who they were, and why they came, and implored him to take pity on the +Greeks and help them.</p> +<p>“My friend is Diomede, Prince of Argos,” said Ulysses, +“and I am Ulysses of Ithaca. Come with us, and we Greeks +will give you countless gifts, and I myself will present you with the +armour of your father, such as it is not lawful for any other mortal +man to wear, seeing that it is golden, and wrought by the hands of a +God. Moreover, when we have taken Troy, and gone home, Menelaus +will give you his daughter, the beautiful Hermione, to be your wife, +with gold in great plenty.”</p> +<p>Then Neoptolemus answered: “It is enough that the Greeks need +my sword. To-morrow we shall sail for Troy.” He led +them into the palace to dine, and there they found his mother, beautiful +Deidamia, in mourning raiment, and she wept when she heard that they +had come to take her son away. But Neoptolemus comforted her, +promising to return safely with the spoils of Troy, “or, even +if I fall,” he said, “it will be after doing deeds worthy +of my father’s name.” So next day they sailed, leaving +Deidamia mournful, like a swallow whose nest a serpent has found, and +has killed her young ones; even so she wailed, and went up and down +in the house. But the ship ran swiftly on her way, cleaving the +dark waves till Ulysses showed Neoptolemus the far off snowy crest of +Mount Ida; and Tenedos, the island near Troy; and they passed the plain +where the tomb of Achilles stands, but Ulysses did not tell the son +that it was his father’s tomb.</p> +<p>Now all this time the Greeks, shut up within their wall and fighting +from their towers, were looking back across the sea, eager to spy the +ship of Ulysses, like men wrecked on a desert island, who keep watch +every day for a sail afar off, hoping that the seamen will touch at +their isle and have pity upon them, and carry them home, so the Greeks +kept watch for the ship bearing Neoptolemus.</p> +<p>Diomede, too, had been watching the shore, and when they came in +sight of the ships of the Greeks, he saw that they were being besieged +by the Trojans, and that all the Greek army was penned up within the +wall, and was fighting from the towers. Then he cried aloud to +Ulysses and Neoptolemus, “Make haste, friends, let us arm before +we land, for some great evil has fallen upon the Greeks. The Trojans +are attacking our wall, and soon they will burn our ships, and for us +there will be no return.”</p> +<p>Then all the men on the ship of Ulysses armed themselves, and Neoptolemus, +in the splendid armour of his father, was the first to leap ashore. +The Greeks could not come from the wall to welcome him, for they were +fighting hard and hand-to-hand with Eurypylus and his men. But +they glanced back over their shoulders and it seemed to them that they +saw Achilles himself, spear and sword in hand, rushing to help them. +They raised a great battle-cry, and, when Neoptolemus reached the battlements, +he and Ulysses, and Diomede leaped down to the plain, the Greeks following +them, and they all charged at once on the men of Eurypylus, with levelled +spears, and drove them from the wall.</p> +<p>Then the Trojans trembled, for they knew the shields of Diomede and +Ulysses, and they thought that the tall chief in the armour of Achilles +was Achilles himself, come back from the land of the dead to take vengeance +for Antilochus. The Trojans fled, and gathered round Eurypylus, +as in a thunderstorm little children, afraid of the lightning and the +noise, run and cluster round their father, and hide their faces on his +knees.</p> +<p>But Neoptolemus was spearing the Trojans, as a man who carries at +night a beacon of fire in his boat on the sea spears the fishes that +flock around, drawn by the blaze of the flame. Cruelly he avenged +his father’s death on many a Trojan, and the men whom Achilles +had led followed Achilles’ son, slaying to right and left, and +smiting the Trojans, as they ran, between the shoulders with the spear. +Thus they fought and followed while daylight lasted, but when night +fell, they led Neoptolemus to his father’s hut, where the women +washed him in the bath, and then he was taken to feast with Agamemnon +and Menelaus and the princes. They all welcomed him, and gave +him glorious gifts, swords with silver hilts, and cups of gold and silver, +and they were glad, for they had driven the Trojans from their wall, +and hoped that to-morrow they would slay Eurypylus, and take Troy town.</p> +<p>But their hope was not to be fulfilled, for though next day Eurypylus +met Neoptolemus in the battle, and was slain by him, when the Greeks +chased the Trojans into their city so great a storm of lightning and +thunder and rain fell upon them that they retreated again to their camp. +They believed that Zeus, the chief of the Gods, was angry with them, +and the days went by, and Troy still stood unconquered.</p> +<h2>THE SLAYING OF PARIS</h2> +<p>When the Greeks were disheartened, as they often were, they consulted +Calchas the prophet. He usually found that they must do something, +or send for somebody, and in doing so they diverted their minds from +their many misfortunes. Now, as the Trojans were fighting more +bravely than before, under Deiphobus, a brother of Hector, the Greeks +went to Calchas for advice, and he told them that they must send Ulysses +and Diomede to bring Philoctetes the bowman from the isle of Lemnos. +This was an unhappy deserted island, in which the married women, some +years before, had murdered all their husbands, out of jealousy, in a +single night. The Greeks had landed in Lemnos, on their way to +Troy, and there Philoctetes had shot an arrow at a great water dragon +which lived in a well within a cave in the lonely hills. But when +he entered the cave the dragon bit him, and, though he killed it at +last, its poisonous teeth wounded his foot. The wound never healed, +but dripped with venom, and Philoctetes, in terrible pain, kept all +the camp awake at night by his cries.</p> +<p>The Greeks were sorry for him, but he was not a pleasant companion, +shrieking as he did, and exuding poison wherever he came. So they +left him on the lonely island, and did not know whether he was alive +or dead. Calchas ought to have told the Greeks not to desert Philoctetes +at the time, if he was so important that Troy, as the prophet now said, +could not be taken without him. But now, as he must give some +advice, Calchas said that Philoctetes must be brought back, so Ulysses +and Diomede went to bring him. They sailed to Lemnos, a melancholy +place they found it, with no smoke rising from the ruinous houses along +the shore. As they were landing they learned that Philoctetes +was not dead, for his dismal old cries of pain, <i>ototototoi, ai, ai; +pheu, pheu; ototototoi</i>, came echoing from a cave on the beach. +To this cave the princes went, and found a terrible-looking man, with +long, dirty, dry hair and beard; he was worn to a skeleton, with hollow +eyes, and lay moaning in a mass of the feathers of sea birds. +His great bow and his arrows lay ready to his hand: with these he used +to shoot the sea birds, which were all that he had to eat, and their +feathers littered all the floor of his cave, and they were none the +better for the poison that dripped from his wounded foot.</p> +<p>When this horrible creature saw Ulysses and Diomede coming near, +he seized his bow and fitted a poisonous arrow to the string, for he +hated the Greeks, because they had left him in the desert isle. +But the princes held up their hands in sign of peace, and cried out +that they had come to do him kindness, so he laid down his bow, and +they came in and sat on the rocks, and promised that his wound should +be healed, for the Greeks were very much ashamed of having deserted +him. It was difficult to resist Ulysses when he wished to persuade +any one, and at last Philoctetes consented to sail with them to Troy. +The oarsmen carried him down to the ship on a litter, and there his +dreadful wound was washed with warm water, and oil was poured into it, +and it was bound up with soft linen, so that his pain grew less fierce, +and they gave him a good supper and wine enough, which he had not tasted +for many years.</p> +<p>Next morning they sailed, and had a fair west wind, so that they +soon landed among the Greeks and carried Philoctetes on shore. +Here Podaleirius, the brother of Machaon, being a physician, did all +that could be done to heal the wound, and the pain left Philoctetes. +He was taken to the hut of Agamemnon, who welcomed him, and said that +the Greeks repented of their cruelty. They gave him seven female +slaves to take care of him, and twenty swift horses, and twelve great +vessels of bronze, and told him that he was always to live with the +greatest chiefs and feed at their table. So he was bathed, and +his hair was cut and combed and anointed with oil, and soon he was eager +and ready to fight, and to use his great bow and poisoned arrows on +the Trojans. The use of poisoned arrow-tips was thought unfair, +but Philoctetes had no scruples.</p> +<p>Now in the next battle Paris was shooting down the Greeks with his +arrows, when Philoctetes saw him, and cried: “Dog, you are proud +of your archery and of the arrow that slew the great Achilles. +But, behold, I am a better bowman than you, by far, and the bow in my +hands was borne by the strong man Heracles!” So he cried +and drew the bowstring to his breast and the poisoned arrowhead to the +bow, and the bowstring rang, and the arrow flew, and did but graze the +hand of Paris. Then the bitter pain of the poison came upon him, +and the Trojans carried him into their city, where the physicians tended +him all night. But he never slept, and lay tossing in agony till +dawn, when he said: “There is but one hope. Take me to Œnone, +the nymph of Mount Ida!”</p> +<p>Then his friends laid Paris on a litter, and bore him up the steep +path to Mount Ida. Often had he climbed it swiftly, when he was +young, and went to see the nymph who loved him; but for many a day he +had not trod the path where he was now carried in great pain and fear, +for the poison turned his blood to fire. Little hope he had, for +he knew how cruelly he had deserted Œnone, and he saw that all +the birds which were disturbed in the wood flew away to the left hand, +an omen of evil.</p> +<p>At last the bearers reached the cave where the nymph Œnone +lived, and they smelled the sweet fragrance of the cedar fire that burned +on the floor of the cave, and they heard the nymph singing a melancholy +song. Then Paris called to her in the voice which she had once +loved to hear, and she grew very pale, and rose up, saying to herself, +“The day has come for which I have prayed. He is sore hurt, +and has come to bid me heal his wound.” So she came and +stood in the doorway of the dark cave, white against the darkness, and +the bearers laid Paris on the litter at the feet of Œnone, and +he stretched forth his hands to touch her knees, as was the manner of +suppliants. But she drew back and gathered her robe about her, +that he might not touch it with his hands.</p> +<p>Then he said: “Lady, despise me not, and hate me not, for my +pain is more than I can bear. Truly it was by no will of mine +that I left you lonely here, for the Fates that no man may escape led +me to Helen. Would that I had died in your arms before I saw her +face! But now I beseech you in the name of the Gods, and for the +memory of our love, that you will have pity on me and heal my hurt, +and not refuse your grace and let me die here at your feet.”</p> +<p>Then Œnone answered scornfully: “Why have you come here +to me? Surely for years you have not come this way, where the +path was once worn with your feet. But long ago you left me lonely +and lamenting, for the love of Helen of the fair hands. Surely +she is much more beautiful than the love of your youth, and far more +able to help you, for men say that she can never know old age and death. +Go home to Helen and let her take away your pain.”</p> +<p>Thus Œnone spoke, and went within the cave, where she threw +herself down among the ashes of the hearth and sobbed for anger and +sorrow. In a little while she rose and went to the door of the +cave, thinking that Paris had not been borne away back to Troy, but +she found him not; for his bearers had carried him by another path, +till he died beneath the boughs of the oak trees. Then his bearers +carried him swiftly down to Troy, where his mother bewailed him, and +Helen sang over him as she had sung over Hector, remembering many things, +and fearing to think of what her own end might be. But the Trojans +hastily built a great pile of dry wood, and thereon laid the body of +Paris and set fire to it, and the flame went up through the darkness, +for now night had fallen.</p> +<p>But Œnone was roaming in the dark woods, crying and calling +after Paris, like a lioness whose cubs the hunters have carried away. +The moon rose to give her light, and the flame of the funeral fire shone +against the sky, and then Œnone knew that Paris had died—beautiful +Paris—and that the Trojans were burning his body on the plain +at the foot of Mount Ida. Then she cried that now Paris was all +her own, and that Helen had no more hold on him: “And though when +he was living he left me, in death we shall not be divided,” she +said, and she sped down the hill, and through the thickets where the +wood nymphs were wailing for Paris, and she reached the plain, and, +covering her head with her veil like a bride, she rushed through the +throng of Trojans. She leaped upon the burning pile of wood, she +clasped the body of Paris in her arms, and the flame of fire consumed +the bridegroom and the bride, and their ashes mingled. No man +could divide them any more, and the ashes were placed in a golden cup, +within a chamber of stone, and the earth was mounded above them. +On that grave the wood nymphs planted two rose trees, and their branches +met and plaited together.</p> +<p>This was the end of Paris and Œnone.</p> +<h2>HOW ULYSSES INVENTED THE DEVICE OF THE HORSE OF TREE</h2> +<p>After Paris died, Helen was not given back to Menelaus. We +are often told that only fear of the anger of Paris had prevented the +Trojans from surrendering Helen and making peace. Now Paris could +not terrify them, yet for all that the men of the town would not part +with Helen, whether because she was so beautiful, or because they thought +it dishonourable to yield her to the Greeks, who might put her to a +cruel death. So Helen was taken by Deiphobus, the brother of Paris, +to live in his own house, and Deiphobus was at this time the best warrior +and the chief captain of the men of Troy.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, the Greeks made an assault against the Trojan walls and +fought long and hardily; but, being safe behind the battlements, and +shooting through loopholes, the Trojans drove them back with loss of +many of their men. It was in vain that Philoctetes shot his poisoned +arrows, they fell back from the stone walls, or stuck in the palisades +of wood above the walls, and the Greeks who tried to climb over were +speared, or crushed with heavy stones. When night fell, they retreated +to the ships and held a council, and, as usual, they asked the advice +of the prophet Calchas. It was the business of Calchas to go about +looking at birds, and taking omens from what he saw them doing, a way +of prophesying which the Romans also used, and some savages do the same +to this day. Calchas said that yesterday he had seen a hawk pursuing +a dove, which hid herself in a hole in a rocky cliff. For a long +while the hawk tried to find the hole, and follow the dove into it, +but he could not reach her. So he flew away for a short distance +and hid himself; then the dove fluttered out into the sunlight, and +the hawk swooped on her and killed her.</p> +<p>The Greeks, said Calchas, ought to learn a lesson from the hawk, +and take Troy by cunning, as by force they could do nothing. Then +Ulysses stood up and described a trick which it is not easy to understand. +The Greeks, he said, ought to make an enormous hollow horse of wood, +and place the bravest men in the horse. Then all the rest of the +Greeks should embark in their ships and sail to the Isle of Tenedos, +and lie hidden behind the island. The Trojans would then come +out of the city, like the dove out of her hole in the rock, and would +wander about the Greek camp, and wonder why the great horse of tree +had been made, and why it had been left behind. Lest they should +set fire to the horse, when they would soon have found out the warriors +hidden in it, a cunning Greek, whom the Trojans did not know by sight, +should be left in the camp or near it. He would tell the Trojans +that the Greeks had given up all hope and gone home, and he was to say +that they feared the Goddess Pallas was angry with them, because they +had stolen her image that fell from heaven, and was called the Luck +of Troy. To soothe Pallas and prevent her from sending great storms +against the ships, the Trojans (so the man was to say) had built this +wooden horse as an offering to the Goddess. The Trojans, believing +this story, would drag the horse into Troy, and, in the night, the princes +would come out, set fire to the city, and open the gates to the army, +which would return from Tenedos as soon as darkness came on.</p> +<p>The prophet was much pleased with the plan of Ulysses, and, as two +birds happened to fly away on the right hand, he declared that the stratagem +would certainly be lucky. Neoptolemus, on the other hand, voted +for taking Troy, without any trick, by sheer hard fighting. Ulysses +replied that if Achilles could not do that, it could not be done at +all, and that Epeius, a famous carpenter, had better set about making +the horse at once.</p> +<p>Next day half the army, with axes in their hands, were sent to cut +down trees on Mount Ida, and thousands of planks were cut from the trees +by Epeius and his workmen, and in three days he had finished the horse. +Ulysses then asked the best of the Greeks to come forward and go inside +the machine; while one, whom the Greeks did not know by sight, should +volunteer to stay behind in the camp and deceive the Trojans. +Then a young man called Sinon stood up and said that he would risk himself +and take the chance that the Trojans might disbelieve him, and burn +him alive. Certainly, none of the Greeks did anything more courageous, +yet Sinon had not been considered brave.</p> +<p>Had he fought in the front ranks, the Trojans would have known him; +but there were many brave fighters who would not have dared to do what +Sinon undertook.</p> +<p>Then old Nestor was the first that volunteered to go into the horse; +but Neoptolemus said that, brave as he was, he was too old, and that +he must depart with the army to Tenedos. Neoptolemus himself would +go into the horse, for he would rather die than turn his back on Troy. +So Neoptolemus armed himself and climbed into the horse, as did Menelaus, +Ulysses, Diomede, Thrasymedes (Nestor’s son), Idomeneus, Philoctetes, +Meriones, and all the best men except Agamemnon, while Epeius himself +entered last of all. Agamemnon was not allowed by the other Greeks +to share their adventure, as he was to command the army when they returned +from Tenedos. They meanwhile launched their ships and sailed away.</p> +<p>But first Menelaus had led Ulysses apart, and told him that if they +took Troy (and now they must either take it or die at the hands of the +Trojans), he would owe to Ulysses the glory. When they came back +to Greece, he wished to give Ulysses one of his own cities, that they +might always be near each other. Ulysses smiled and shook his +head; he could not leave Ithaca, his own rough island kingdom. +“But if we both live through the night that is coming,” +he said, “I may ask you for one gift, and giving it will make +you none the poorer.” Then Menelaus swore by the splendour +of Zeus that Ulysses could ask him for no gift that he would not gladly +give; so they embraced, and both armed themselves and went up into the +horse. With them were all the chiefs except Nestor, whom they +would not allow to come, and Agamemnon, who, as chief general, had to +command the army. They swathed themselves and their arms in soft +silks, that they might not ring and clash, when the Trojans, if they +were so foolish, dragged the horse up into their town, and there they +sat in the dark waiting. Meanwhile, the army burned their huts +and launched their ships, and with oars and sails made their way to +the back of the isle of Tenedos.</p> +<h2>THE END OF TROY AND THE SAVING OF HELEN</h2> +<p>From the walls the Trojans saw the black smoke go up thick into the +sky, and the whole fleet of the Greeks sailing out to sea. Never +were men so glad, and they armed themselves for fear of an ambush, and +went cautiously, sending forth scouts in front of them, down to the +seashore. Here they found the huts burned down and the camp deserted, +and some of the scouts also caught Sinon, who had hid himself in a place +where he was likely to be found. They rushed on him with fierce +cries, and bound his hands with a rope, and kicked and dragged him along +to the place where Priam and the princes were wondering at the great +horse of tree. Sinon looked round upon them, while some were saying +that he ought to be tortured with fire to make him tell all the truth +about the horse. The chiefs in the horse must have trembled for +fear lest torture should wring the truth out of Sinon, for then the +Trojans would simply burn the machine and them within it.</p> +<p>But Sinon said: “Miserable man that I am, whom the Greeks hate +and the Trojans are eager to slay!” When the Trojans heard +that the Greeks hated him, they were curious, and asked who he was, +and how he came to be there. “I will tell you all, oh King!” +he answered Priam. “I was a friend and squire of an unhappy +chief, Palamedes, whom the wicked Ulysses hated and slew secretly one +day, when he found him alone, fishing in the sea. I was angry, +and in my folly I did not hide my anger, and my words came to the ears +of Ulysses. From that hour he sought occasion to slay me. +Then Calchas—” here he stopped, saying: “But why tell +a long tale? If you hate all Greeks alike, then slay me; this +is what Agamemnon and Ulysses desire; Menelaus would thank you for my +head.”</p> +<p>The Trojans were now more curious than before. They bade him +go on, and he said that the Greeks had consulted an Oracle, which advised +them to sacrifice one of their army to appease the anger of the Gods +and gain a fair wind homewards. “But who was to be sacrificed? +They asked Calchas, who for fifteen days refused to speak. At +last, being bribed by Ulysses, he pointed to me, Sinon, and said that +I must be the victim. I was bound and kept in prison, while they +built their great horse as a present for Pallas Athênê the +Goddess. They made it so large that you Trojans might never be +able to drag it into your city; while, if you destroyed it, the Goddess +might turn her anger against you. And now they have gone home +to bring back the image that fell from heaven, which they had sent to +Greece, and to restore it to the Temple of Pallas Athênê, +when they have taken your town, for the Goddess is angry with them for +that theft of Ulysses.”</p> +<p>The Trojans were foolish enough to believe the story of Sinon, and +they pitied him and unbound his hands. Then they tied ropes to +the wooden horse, and laid rollers in front of it, like men launching +a ship, and they all took turns to drag the horse up to the Scaean gate. +Children and women put their hands to the ropes and hauled, and with +shouts and dances, and hymns they toiled, till about nightfall the horse +stood in the courtyard of the inmost castle.</p> +<p>Then all the people of Troy began to dance, and drink, and sing. +Such sentinels as were set at the gates got as drunk as all the rest, +who danced about the city till after midnight, and then they went to +their homes and slept heavily.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the Greek ships were returning from behind Tenedos as fast +as the oarsmen could row them.</p> +<p>One Trojan did not drink or sleep; this was Deiphobus, at whose house +Helen was now living. He bade her come with them, for he knew +that she was able to speak in the very voice of all men and women whom +she had ever seen, and he armed a few of his friends and went with them +to the citadel. Then he stood beside the horse, holding Helen’s +hand, and whispered to her that she must call each of the chiefs in +the voice of his wife. She was obliged to obey, and she called +Menelaus in her own voice, and Diomede in the voice of his wife, and +Ulysses in the very voice of Penelope. Then Menelaus and Diomede +were eager to answer, but Ulysses grasped their hands and whispered +the word “Echo!” Then they remembered that this was +a name of Helen, because she could speak in all voices, and they were +silent; but Anticlus was still eager to answer, till Ulysses held his +strong hand over his mouth. There was only silence, and Deiphobus +led Helen back to his house. When they had gone away Epeius opened +the side of the horse, and all the chiefs let themselves down softly +to the ground. Some rushed to the gate, to open it, and they killed +the sleeping sentinels and let in the Greeks. Others sped with +torches to burn the houses of the Trojan princes, and terrible was the +slaughter of men, unarmed and half awake, and loud were the cries of +the women. But Ulysses had slipped away at the first, none knew +where. Neoptolemus ran to the palace of Priam, who was sitting +at the altar in his courtyard, praying vainly to the Gods, for Neoptolemus +slew the old man cruelly, and his white hair was dabbled in his blood. +All through the city was fighting and slaying; but Menelaus went to +the house of Deiphobus, knowing that Helen was there.</p> +<p>In the doorway he found Deiphobus lying dead in all his armour, a +spear standing in his breast. There were footprints marked in +blood, leading through the portico and into the hall. There Menelaus +went, and found Ulysses leaning, wounded, against one of the central +pillars of the great chamber, the firelight shining on his armour.</p> +<p>“Why hast thou slain Deiphobus and robbed me of my revenge?” +said Menelaus. “You swore to give me a gift,” said +Ulysses, “and will you keep your oath?” “Ask +what you will,” said Menelaus; “it is yours and my oath +cannot be broken.” “I ask the life of Helen of the +fair hands,” said Ulysses “this is my own life-price that +I pay back to her, for she saved my life when I took the Luck of Troy, +and I swore that hers should be saved.”</p> +<p>Then Helen stole, glimmering in white robes, from a recess in the +dark hall, and fell at the feet of Menelaus; her golden hair lay in +the dust of the hearth, and her hands moved to touch his knees. +His drawn sword fell from the hands of Menelaus, and pity and love came +into his heart, and he raised her from the dust and her white arms were +round his neck, and they both wept. That night Menelaus fought +no more, but they tended the wound of Ulysses, for the sword of Deiphobus +had bitten through his helmet.</p> +<p>When dawn came Troy lay in ashes, and the women were being driven +with spear shafts to the ships, and the men were left unburied, a prey +to dogs and all manner of birds. Thus the grey city fell, that +had lorded it for many centuries. All the gold and silver and +rich embroideries, and ivory and amber, the horses and chariots, were +divided among the army; all but a treasure of silver and gold, hidden +in a chest within a hollow of the wall, and this treasure was found, +not very many years ago, by men digging deep on the hill where Troy +once stood. The women, too, were given to the princes, and Neoptolemus +took Andromache to his home in Argos, to draw water from the well and +to be the slave of a master, and Agamemnon carried beautiful Cassandra, +the daughter of Priam, to his palace in Mycenae, where they were both +slain in one night. 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