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    <span style="color:#FF0000"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:100%"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>The Iliad</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></span></span>

    Book I


    Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another. And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was
    the son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and had brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo wreathed with a suppliant's wreath, and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus, who were their chiefs.

    "Sons of Atreus," he cried, "and all other Achaeans, may the gods

    who dwell in Olympus grant you to sack the city of Priam, and to

    reach your homes in safety; but free my daughter, and accept a

    ransom for her, in reverence to Apollo, son of Jove."


    On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for

    respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but

    not so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly

    away. "Old man," said he, "let me not find you tarrying about our

    ships, nor yet coming hereafter. Your sceptre of the god and your

    wreath shall profit you nothing. I will not free her. She shall

    grow old in my house at Argos far from her own home, busying

    herself with her loom and visiting my couch; so go, and do not

    provoke me or it shall be the worse for you."


    The old man feared him and obeyed. Not a word he spoke, but went

    by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo

    whom lovely Leto had borne. "Hear me," he cried, "O god of the

    silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest

    Tenedos with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. If I have

    ever decked your temple with garlands, or burned your thigh-bones

    in fat of bulls or goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows

    avenge these my tears upon the Danaans."


    Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. He came down

    furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver

    upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the

    rage that trembled within him. He sat himself down away from the

    ships with a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death

    as he shot his arrow in the midst of them. First he smote their

    mules and their hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the

    people themselves, and all day long the pyres of the dead were

    burning.


    For nine whole days he shot his arrows among the people, but upon

    the tenth day Achilles called them in assembly—moved thereto by

    Juno, who saw the Achaeans in their death-throes and had

    compassion upon them. Then, when they were got together, he rose

    and spoke among them.


    "Son of Atreus," said he, "I deem that we should now turn roving

    home if we would escape destruction, for we are being cut down by

    war and pestilence at once. Let us ask some priest or prophet, or

    some reader of dreams (for dreams, too, are of Jove) who can tell

    us why Phoebus Apollo is so angry, and say whether it is for some

    vow that we have broken, or hecatomb that we have not offered,

    and whether he will accept the savour of lambs and goats without

    blemish, so as to take away the plague from us."


    With these words he sat down, and Calchas son of Thestor, wisest

    of augurs, who knew things past present and to come, rose to

    speak. He it was who had guided the Achaeans with their fleet to

    Ilius, through the prophesyings with which Phoebus Apollo had

    inspired him. With all sincerity and goodwill he addressed them

    thus:—


    "Achilles, loved of heaven, you bid me tell you about the anger

    of King Apollo, I will therefore do so; but consider first and

    swear that you will stand by me heartily in word and deed, for I

    know that I shall offend one who rules the Argives with might, to

    whom all the Achaeans are in subjection. A plain man cannot stand

    against the anger of a king, who if he swallow his displeasure

    now, will yet nurse revenge till he has wreaked it. Consider,

    therefore, whether or no you will protect me."


    And Achilles answered, "Fear not, but speak as it is borne in

    upon you from heaven, for by Apollo, Calchas, to whom you pray,

    and whose oracles you reveal to us, not a Danaan at our ships

    shall lay his hand upon you, while I yet live to look upon the

    face of the earth—no, not though you name Agamemnon himself, who

    is by far the foremost of the Achaeans."


    Thereon the seer spoke boldly. "The god," he said, "is angry

    neither about vow nor hecatomb, but for his priest's sake, whom

    Agamemnon has dishonoured, in that he would not free his daughter

    nor take a ransom for her; therefore has he sent these evils upon

    us, and will yet send others. He will not deliver the Danaans

    from this pestilence till Agamemnon has restored the girl without

    fee or ransom to her father, and has sent a holy hecatomb to

    Chryse. Thus we may perhaps appease him."


    With these words he sat down, and Agamemnon rose in anger. His

    heart was black with rage, and his eyes flashed fire as he

    scowled on Calchas and said, "Seer of evil, you never yet

    prophesied smooth things concerning me, but have ever loved to

    foretell that which was evil. You have brought me neither comfort

    nor performance; and now you come seeing among Danaans, and

    saying that Apollo has plagued us because I would not take a

    ransom for this girl, the daughter of Chryses. I have set my

    heart on keeping her in my own house, for I love her better even

    than my own wife Clytemnestra, whose peer she is alike in form

    and feature, in understanding and accomplishments. Still I will

    give her up if I must, for I would have the people live, not die;

    but you must find me a prize instead, or I alone among the

    Argives shall be without one. This is not well; for you behold,

    all of you, that my prize is to go elsewhither."


    And Achilles answered, "Most noble son of Atreus, covetous beyond

    all mankind, how shall the Achaeans find you another prize? We

    have no common store from which to take one. Those we took from

    the cities have been awarded; we cannot disallow the awards that

    have been made already. Give this girl, therefore, to the god,

    and if ever Jove grants us to sack the city of Troy we will

    requite you three and fourfold."


    Then Agamemnon said, "Achilles, valiant though you be, you shall

    not thus outwit me. You shall not overreach and you shall not

    persuade me. Are you to keep your own prize, while I sit tamely

    under my loss and give up the girl at your bidding? Let the

    Achaeans find me a prize in fair exchange to my liking, or I will

    come and take your own, or that of Ajax or of Ulysses; and he to

    whomsoever I may come shall rue my coming. But of this we will

    take thought hereafter; for the present, let us draw a ship into

    the sea, and find a crew for her expressly; let us put a hecatomb

    on board, and let us send Chryseis also; further, let some chief

    man among us be in command, either Ajax, or Idomeneus, or

    yourself, son of Peleus, mighty warrior that you are, that we may

    offer sacrifice and appease the the anger of the god."


    Achilles scowled at him and answered, "You are steeped in

    insolence and lust of gain. With what heart can any of the

    Achaeans do your bidding, either on foray or in open fighting? I

    came not warring here for any ill the Trojans had done me. I have

    no quarrel with them. They have not raided my cattle nor my

    horses, nor cut down my harvests on the rich plains of Phthia;

    for between me and them there is a great space, both mountain and

    sounding sea. We have followed you, Sir Insolence! for your

    pleasure, not ours—to gain satisfaction from the Trojans for

    your shameless self and for Menelaus. You forget this, and

    threaten to rob me of the prize for which I have toiled, and

    which the sons of the Achaeans have given me. Never when the

    Achaeans sack any rich city of the Trojans do I receive so good a

    prize as you do, though it is my hands that do the better part of

    the fighting. When the sharing comes, your share is far the

    largest, and I, forsooth, must go back to my ships, take what I

    can get and be thankful, when my labour of fighting is done. Now,

    therefore, I shall go back to Phthia; it will be much better for

    me to return home with my ships, for I will not stay here

    dishonoured to gather gold and substance for you."


    And Agamemnon answered, "Fly if you will, I shall make you no

    prayers to stay you. I have others here who will do me honour,

    and above all Jove, the lord of counsel. There is no king here so

    hateful to me as you are, for you are ever quarrelsome and ill-

    affected. What though you be brave? Was it not heaven that made

    you so? Go home, then, with your ships and comrades to lord it

    over the Myrmidons. I care neither for you nor for your anger;

    and thus will I do: since Phoebus Apollo is taking Chryseis from

    me, I shall send her with my ship and my followers, but I shall

    come to your tent and take your own prize Briseis, that you may

    learn how much stronger I am than you are, and that another may

    fear to set himself up as equal or comparable with me."


    The son of Peleus was furious, and his heart within his shaggy

    breast was divided whether to draw his sword, push the others

    aside, and kill the son of Atreus, or to restrain himself and

    check his anger. While he was thus in two minds, and was drawing

    his mighty sword from its scabbard, Minerva came down from heaven

    (for Juno had sent her in the love she bore to them both), and

    seized the son of Peleus by his yellow hair, visible to him

    alone, for of the others no man could see her. Achilles turned in

    amaze, and by the fire that flashed from her eyes at once knew

    that she was Minerva. "Why are you here," said he, "daughter of

    aegis-bearing Jove? To see the pride of Agamemnon, son of Atreus?

    Let me tell you—and it shall surely be—he shall pay for this

    insolence with his life."


    And Minerva said, "I come from heaven, if you will hear me, to

    bid you stay your anger. Juno has sent me, who cares for both of

    you alike. Cease, then, this brawling, and do not draw your

    sword; rail at him if you will, and your railing will not be

    vain, for I tell you—and it shall surely be—that you shall

    hereafter receive gifts three times as splendid by reason of this

    present insult. Hold, therefore, and obey."


    "Goddess," answered Achilles, "however angry a man may be, he

    must do as you two command him. This will be best, for the gods

    ever hear the prayers of him who has obeyed them."


    He stayed his hand on the silver hilt of his sword, and thrust it

    back into the scabbard as Minerva bade him. Then she went back to

    Olympus among the other gods, and to the house of aegis-bearing

    Jove.


    But the son of Peleus again began railing at the son of Atreus,

    for he was still in a rage. "Wine-bibber," he cried, "with the

    face of a dog and the heart of a hind, you never dare to go out

    with the host in fight, nor yet with our chosen men in ambuscade.

    You shun this as you do death itself. You had rather go round and

    rob his prizes from any man who contradicts you. You devour your

    people, for you are king over a feeble folk; otherwise, son of

    Atreus, henceforward you would insult no man. Therefore I say,

    and swear it with a great oath—nay, by this my sceptre which

    shalt sprout neither leaf nor shoot, nor bud anew from the day on

    which it left its parent stem upon the mountains—for the axe

    stripped it of leaf and bark, and now the sons of the Achaeans

    bear it as judges and guardians of the decrees of heaven—so

    surely and solemnly do I swear that hereafter they shall look

    fondly for Achilles and shall not find him. In the day of your

    distress, when your men fall dying by the murderous hand of

    Hector, you shall not know how to help them, and shall rend your

    heart with rage for the hour when you offered insult to the

    bravest of the Achaeans."


    With this the son of Peleus dashed his gold-bestudded sceptre on

    the ground and took his seat, while the son of Atreus was

    beginning fiercely from his place upon the other side. Then

    uprose smooth-tongued Nestor, the facile speaker of the Pylians,

    and the words fell from his lips sweeter than honey. Two

    generations of men born and bred in Pylos had passed away under

    his rule, and he was now reigning over the third. With all

    sincerity and goodwill, therefore, he addressed them thus:—


    "Of a truth," he said, "a great sorrow has befallen the Achaean

    land. Surely Priam with his sons would rejoice, and the Trojans

    be glad at heart if they could hear this quarrel between you two,

    who are so excellent in fight and counsel. I am older than either

    of you; therefore be guided by me. Moreover I have been the

    familiar friend of men even greater than you are, and they did

    not disregard my counsels. Never again can I behold such men as

    Pirithous and Dryas shepherd of his people, or as Caeneus,

    Exadius, godlike Polyphemus, and Theseus son of Aegeus, peer of

    the immortals. These were the mightiest men ever born upon this

    earth: mightiest were they, and when they fought the fiercest

    tribes of mountain savages they utterly overthrew them. I came

    from distant Pylos, and went about among them, for they would

    have me come, and I fought as it was in me to do. Not a man now

    living could withstand them, but they heard my words, and were

    persuaded by them. So be it also with yourselves, for this is the

    more excellent way. Therefore, Agamemnon, though you be strong,

    take not this girl away, for the sons of the Achaeans have

    already given her to Achilles; and you, Achilles, strive not

    further with the king, for no man who by the grace of Jove wields

    a sceptre has like honour with Agamemnon. You are strong, and

    have a goddess for your mother; but Agamemnon is stronger than

    you, for he has more people under him. Son of Atreus, check your

    anger, I implore you; end this quarrel with Achilles, who in the

    day of battle is a tower of strength to the Achaeans."


    And Agamemnon answered, "Sir, all that you have said is true, but

    this fellow must needs become our lord and master: he must be

    lord of all, king of all, and captain of all, and this shall

    hardly be. Granted that the gods have made him a great warrior,

    have they also given him the right to speak with railing?"


    Achilles interrupted him. "I should be a mean coward," he cried,

    "were I to give in to you in all things. Order other people

    about, not me, for I shall obey no longer. Furthermore I say—and

    lay my saying to your heart—I shall fight neither you nor any

    man about this girl, for those that take were those also that

    gave. But of all else that is at my ship you shall carry away

    nothing by force. Try, that others may see; if you do, my spear

    shall be reddened with your blood."


    When they had quarrelled thus angrily, they rose, and broke up

    the assembly at the ships of the Achaeans. The son of Peleus went

    back to his tents and ships with the son of Menoetius and his

    company, while Agamemnon drew a vessel into the water and chose a

    crew of twenty oarsmen. He escorted Chryseis on board and sent

    moreover a hecatomb for the god. And Ulysses went as captain.


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

    But the son of Atreus bade the people purify themselves; so they

    purified themselves and cast their filth into the sea. Then they

    offered hecatombs of bulls and goats without blemish on the

    sea-shore, and the smoke with the savour of their sacrifice rose

    curling up towards heaven.


    Thus did they busy themselves throughout the host. But Agamemnon

    did not forget the threat that he had made Achilles, and called

    his trusty messengers and squires Talthybius and Eurybates. "Go,"

    said he, "to the tent of Achilles, son of Peleus; take Briseis by

    the hand and bring her hither; if he will not give her I shall

    come with others and take her—which will press him harder."


    He charged them straightly further and dismissed them, whereon

    they went their way sorrowfully by the seaside, till they came to

    the tents and ships of the Myrmidons. They found Achilles sitting

    by his tent and his ships, and ill-pleased he was when he beheld

    them. They stood fearfully and reverently before him, and never a

    word did they speak, but he knew them and said, "Welcome,

    heralds, messengers of gods and men; draw near; my quarrel is not

    with you but with Agamemnon who has sent you for the girl

    Briseis. Therefore, Patroclus, bring her and give her to them,

    but let them be witnesses by the blessed gods, by mortal men, and

    by the fierceness of Agamemnon's anger, that if ever again there

    be need of me to save the people from ruin, they shall seek and

    they shall not find. Agamemnon is mad with rage and knows not how

    to look before and after that the Achaeans may fight by their

    ships in safety."


    Patroclus did as his dear comrade had bidden him. He brought

    Briseis from the tent and gave her over to the heralds, who took

    her with them to the ships of the Achaeans—and the woman was

    loth to go. Then Achilles went all alone by the side of the hoar

    sea, weeping and looking out upon the boundless waste of waters.

    He raised his hands in prayer to his immortal mother, "Mother,"

    he cried, "you bore me doomed to live but for a little season;

    surely Jove, who thunders from Olympus, might have made that

    little glorious. It is not so. Agamemnon, son of Atreus, has done

    me dishonour, and has robbed me of my prize by force."


    As he spoke he wept aloud, and his mother heard him where she was

    sitting in the depths of the sea hard by the old man her father.

    Forthwith she rose as it were a grey mist out of the waves, sat

    down before him as he stood weeping, caressed him with her hand,

    and said, "My son, why are you weeping? What is it that grieves

    you? Keep it not from me, but tell me, that we may know it

    together."


    Achilles drew a deep sigh and said, "You know it; why tell you

    what you know well already? We went to Thebe the strong city of

    Eetion, sacked it, and brought hither the spoil. The sons of the

    Achaeans shared it duly among themselves, and chose lovely

    Chryseis as the meed of Agamemnon; but Chryses, priest of Apollo,

    came to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and

    brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the

    sceptre of Apollo, wreathed with a suppliant's wreath, and he

    besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus who

    were their chiefs.


    "On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for

    respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but

    not so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly

    away. So he went back in anger, and Apollo, who loved him dearly,

    heard his prayer. Then the god sent a deadly dart upon the

    Argives, and the people died thick on one another, for the arrows

    went everywhither among the wide host of the Achaeans. At last a

    seer in the fulness of his knowledge declared to us the oracles

    of Apollo, and I was myself first to say that we should appease

    him. Whereon the son of Atreus rose in anger, and threatened that

    which he has since done. The Achaeans are now taking the girl in

    a ship to Chryse, and sending gifts of sacrifice to the god; but

    the heralds have just taken from my tent the daughter of Briseus,

    whom the Achaeans had awarded to myself.


    "Help your brave son, therefore, if you are able. Go to Olympus,

    and if you have ever done him service in word or deed, implore

    the aid of Jove. Ofttimes in my father's house have I heard you

    glory in that you alone of the immortals saved the son of Saturn

    from ruin, when the others, with Juno, Neptune, and Pallas

    Minerva would have put him in bonds. It was you, goddess, who

    delivered him by calling to Olympus the hundred-handed monster

    whom gods call Briareus, but men Aegaeon, for he is stronger even

    than his father; when therefore he took his seat all-glorious

    beside the son of Saturn, the other gods were afraid, and did not

    bind him. Go, then, to him, remind him of all this, clasp his

    knees, and bid him give succour to the Trojans. Let the Achaeans

    be hemmed in at the sterns of their ships, and perish on the

    sea-shore, that they may reap what joy they may of their king,

    and that Agamemnon may rue his blindness in offering insult to

    the foremost of the Achaeans."


    Thetis wept and answered, "My son, woe is me that I should have

    borne or suckled you. Would indeed that you had lived your span

    free from all sorrow at your ships, for it is all too brief;

    alas, that you should be at once short of life and long of sorrow

    above your peers: woe, therefore, was the hour in which I bore

    you; nevertheless I will go to the snowy heights of Olympus, and

    tell this tale to Jove, if he will hear our prayer: meanwhile

    stay where you are with your ships, nurse your anger against the

    Achaeans, and hold aloof from fight. For Jove went yesterday to

    Oceanus, to a feast among the Ethiopians, and the other gods went

    with him. He will return to Olympus twelve days hence; I will

    then go to his mansion paved with bronze and will beseech him;

    nor do I doubt that I shall be able to persuade him."


    On this she left him, still furious at the loss of her that had

    been taken from him. Meanwhile Ulysses reached Chryse with the

    hecatomb. When they had come inside the harbour they furled the

    sails and laid them in the ship's hold; they slackened the

    forestays, lowered the mast into its place, and rowed the ship to

    the place where they would have her lie; there they cast out

    their mooring-stones and made fast the hawsers. They then got out

    upon the sea-shore and landed the hecatomb for Apollo; Chryseis

    also left the ship, and Ulysses led her to the altar to deliver

    her into the hands of her father. "Chryses," said he, "King

    Agamemnon has sent me to bring you back your child, and to offer

    sacrifice to Apollo on behalf of the Danaans, that we may

    propitiate the god, who has now brought sorrow upon the Argives."


    So saying he gave the girl over to her father, who received her

    gladly, and they ranged the holy hecatomb all orderly round the

    altar of the god. They washed their hands and took up the

    barley-meal to sprinkle over the victims, while Chryses lifted up

    his hands and prayed aloud on their behalf. "Hear me," he cried,

    "O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla,

    and rulest Tenedos with thy might. Even as thou didst hear me

    aforetime when I prayed, and didst press hardly upon the

    Achaeans, so hear me yet again, and stay this fearful pestilence

    from the Danaans."


    Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. When they had done

    praying and sprinkling the barley-meal, they drew back the heads

    of the victims and killed and flayed them. They cut out the

    thigh-bones, wrapped them round in two layers of fat, set some

    pieces of raw meat on the top of them, and then Chryses laid them

    on the wood fire and poured wine over them, while the young men

    stood near him with five-pronged spits in their hands. When the

    thigh-bones were burned and they had tasted the inward meats,

    they cut the rest up small, put the pieces upon the spits,

    roasted them till they were done, and drew them off: then, when

    they had finished their work and the feast was ready, they ate

    it, and every man had his full share, so that all were satisfied.

    As soon as they had had enough to eat and drink, pages filled the

    mixing-bowl with wine and water and handed it round, after giving

    every man his drink-offering.


    Thus all day long the young men worshipped the god with song,

    hymning him and chaunting the joyous paean, and the god took

    pleasure in their voices; but when the sun went down, and it came

    on dark, they laid themselves down to sleep by the stern cables

    of the ship, and when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn,

    appeared they again set sail for the host of the Achaeans. Apollo

    sent them a fair wind, so they raised their mast and hoisted

    their white sails aloft. As the sail bellied with the wind the

    ship flew through the deep blue water, and the foam hissed

    against her bows as she sped onward. When they reached the

    wide-stretching host of the Achaeans, they drew the vessel

    ashore, high and dry upon the sands, set her strong props beneath

    her, and went their ways to their own tents and ships.


    But Achilles abode at his ships and nursed his anger. He went not

    to the honourable assembly, and sallied not forth to fight, but

    gnawed at his own heart, pining for battle and the war-cry.


    Now after twelve days the immortal gods came back in a body to

    Olympus, and Jove led the way. Thetis was not unmindful of the

    charge her son had laid upon her, so she rose from under the sea

    and went through great heaven with early morning to Olympus,

    where she found the mighty son of Saturn sitting all alone upon

    its topmost ridges. She sat herself down before him, and with her

    left hand seized his knees, while with her right she caught him

    under the chin, and besought him, saying:—


    "Father Jove, if I ever did you service in word or deed among the

    immortals, hear my prayer, and do honour to my son, whose life is

    to be cut short so early. King Agamemnon has dishonoured him by

    taking his prize and keeping her. Honour him then yourself,

    Olympian lord of counsel, and grant victory to the Trojans, till

    the Achaeans give my son his due and load him with riches in

    requital."


    Jove sat for a while silent, and without a word, but Thetis still

    kept firm hold of his knees, and besought him a second time.

    "Incline your head," said she, "and promise me surely, or else

    deny me—for you have nothing to fear—that I may learn how

    greatly you disdain me."


    At this Jove was much troubled and answered, "I shall have

    trouble if you set me quarrelling with Juno, for she will provoke

    me with her taunting speeches; even now she is always railing at

    me before the other gods and accusing me of giving aid to the

    Trojans. Go back now, lest she should find out. I will consider

    the matter, and will bring it about as you wish. See, I incline

    my head that you may believe me. This is the most solemn promise

    that I can give to any god. I never recall my word, or deceive,

    or fail to do what I say, when I have nodded my head."


    As he spoke the son of Saturn bowed his dark brows, and the

    ambrosial locks swayed on his immortal head, till vast Olympus

    reeled.


    When the pair had thus laid their plans, they parted—Jove to his

    house, while the goddess quitted the splendour of Olympus, and

    plunged into the depths of the sea. The gods rose from their

    seats, before the coming of their sire. Not one of them dared to

    remain sitting, but all stood up as he came among them. There,

    then, he took his seat. But Juno, when she saw him, knew that he

    and the old merman's daughter, silver-footed Thetis, had been

    hatching mischief, so she at once began to upbraid him.

    "Trickster," she cried, "which of the gods have you been taking

    into your counsels now? You are always settling matters in secret

    behind my back, and have never yet told me, if you could help it,

    one word of your intentions."


    "Juno," replied the sire of gods and men, "you must not expect to

    be informed of all my counsels. You are my wife, but you would

    find it hard to understand them. When it is proper for you to

    hear, there is no one, god or man, who will be told sooner, but

    when I mean to keep a matter to myself, you must not pry nor ask

    questions."


    "Dread son of Saturn," answered Juno, "what are you talking

    about? I? Pry and ask questions? Never. I let you have your own

    way in everything. Still, I have a strong misgiving that the old

    merman's daughter Thetis has been talking you over, for she was

    with you and had hold of your knees this self-same morning. I

    believe, therefore, that you have been promising her to give

    glory to Achilles, and to kill much people at the ships of the

    Achaeans."


    "Wife," said Jove, "I can do nothing but you suspect me and find

    it out. You will take nothing by it, for I shall only dislike you

    the more, and it will go harder with you. Granted that it is as

    you say; I mean to have it so; sit down and hold your tongue as I

    bid you for if I once begin to lay my hands about you, though all

    heaven were on your side it would profit you nothing."


    On this Juno was frightened, so she curbed her stubborn will and

    sat down in silence. But the heavenly beings were disquieted

    throughout the house of Jove, till the cunning workman Vulcan

    began to try and pacify his mother Juno. "It will be

    intolerable," said he, "if you two fall to wrangling and setting

    heaven in an uproar about a pack of mortals. If such ill counsels

    are to prevail, we shall have no pleasure at our banquet. Let me

    then advise my mother—and she must herself know that it will be

    better—to make friends with my dear father Jove, lest he again

    scold her and disturb our feast. If the Olympian Thunderer wants

    to hurl us all from our seats, he can do so, for he is far the

    strongest, so give him fair words, and he will then soon be in a

    good humour with us."


    As he spoke, he took a double cup of nectar, and placed it in his

    mother's hand. "Cheer up, my dear mother," said he, "and make the

    best of it. I love you dearly, and should be very sorry to see

    you get a thrashing; however grieved I might be, I could not help,

    for there is no standing against Jove. Once before when I was

    trying to help you, he caught me by the foot and flung me from

    the heavenly threshold. All day long from morn till eve, was I

    falling, till at sunset I came to ground in the island of Lemnos,

    and there I lay, with very little life left in me, till the

    Sintians came and tended me."


    Juno smiled at this, and as she smiled she took the cup from her

    son's hands. Then Vulcan drew sweet nectar from the mixing-bowl,

    and served it round among the gods, going from left to right; and

    the blessed gods laughed out a loud applause as they saw him

    bustling about the heavenly mansion.


    Thus through the livelong day to the going down of the sun they

    feasted, and every one had his full share, so that all were

    satisfied. Apollo struck his lyre, and the Muses lifted up their

    sweet voices, calling and answering one another. But when the

    sun's glorious light had faded, they went home to bed, each in

    his own abode, which lame Vulcan with his consummate skill had

    fashioned for them. So Jove, the Olympian Lord of Thunder, hied

    him to the bed in which he always slept; and when he had got on

    to it he went to sleep, with Juno of the golden throne by his

    side.
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    As all of you had finish book I, i guess you are very confused, so i give you guys some general infos to help you out...
    <blockquote>Greek Gods and Goddess</blockquote>
    1/Characteristic:
    - Immortal
    - Powerful

    2/Not characteristic
    - Morality
    - Intelligence

    There are several pantheons ( list of gods from a particular mythology). Some leave out Aphrodite or Hestia.

    Gods:
    1/Zeus - the god of heaven
    2/Poseidon - oceans
    3/Hades - underworld
    4/Demeter - harvest
    5/Hera - marriage (wife of Zeus)
    6/Aphrodite - love (physical) and beauty (golden girl of Zeus)


    Blended family-problems: jealously, feuds
    Brothers and sisters:
    - Aries : war (mom is Hera)
    - Hephestus : blacksmith (mom is Hera)
    - Apollo : sun, medicine, music (mom is Leto) twin
    - Artemis : huntess (mom is Leto) twin
    - Hermes : messenger, baby of family, winged sandals (mom is Hera)
    - Athena : war, wisdom (No mom, born by Zeus), great eyes, "Daddy's girl"-->closet to Zeus

    Background on the Iliad:
    - 1250 B.C. (settings)
    - The story starts in the 10th year of a 10 year war
    - The action takes place over 7 or 8 wks
    - The Greeks are camped out on a hill outside Troy (Turkey)
    - This is the story of Achilles
    - The Greeks are losing

    Two prophecies drive the story:
    - Paris will destroy Troy
    - Achilles will die at Troy

    Character List:
    1/ The Greeks (or Achaeans or Danaans or Argives)

    Achilles - The son of the military man Peleus and the sea-nymph Thetis. The most powerful warrior in the Iliad, Achilles commands the Myrmidons, soldiers from his homeland of Phthia in Greece. Proud and headstrong, he takes offense easily and reacts with blistering indignation when he perceives that his honor has been slighted. Achilles’ wrath at Agamemnon for taking his war prize, the maiden Briseis, forms the main subject of the Iliad.

    Agamemnon (also called “Atrides”) - King of Mycenae and leader of the Achaean army; brother of King Menelaus of Sparta. Arrogant and often selfish, Agamemnon provides the Achaeans with strong but sometimes reckless and self-serving leadership. Like Achilles, he lacks consideration and forethought. Most saliently, his tactless appropriation of Achilles’ war prize, the maiden Briseis, creates a crisis for the Achaeans, when Achilles, insulted, withdraws from the war.

    Patroclus - Achilles’ beloved friend, companion, and advisor, Patroclus grew up alongside the great warrior in Phthia, under the guardianship of Peleus. Devoted to both Achilles and the Achaean cause, Patroclus stands by the enraged Achilles but also dons Achilles’ terrifying armor in an attempt to hold the Trojans back.

    Odysseus - A fine warrior and the cleverest of the Achaean commanders. Along with Nestor, Odysseus is one of the Achaeans’ two best public speakers. He helps mediate between Agamemnon and Achilles during their quarrel and often prevents them from making rash decisions.
    Diomedes (also called “Tydides”) - The youngest of the Achaean commanders, Diomedes is bold and sometimes proves impetuous. After Achilles withdraws from combat, Athena inspires Diomedes with such courage that he actually wounds two gods, Aphrodite and Ares.

    Great Ajax - An Achaean commander, Great Ajax (sometimes called “Telamonian Ajax” or simply “Ajax”) is the second mightiest Achaean warrior after Achilles. His extraordinary size and strength help him to wound Hector twice by hitting him with boulders. He often fights alongside Little Ajax, and the pair is frequently referred to as the “Aeantes.”

    Little Ajax - An Achaean commander, Little Ajax is the son of Oileus (to be distinguished from Great Ajax, the son of Telamon). He often fights alongside Great Ajax, whose stature and strength complement Little Ajax’s small size and swift speed. The two together are sometimes called the “Aeantes.”

    Nestor - King of Pylos and the oldest Achaean commander. Although age has taken much of Nestor’s physical strength, it has left him with great wisdom. He often acts as an advisor to the military commanders, especially Agamemnon. Nestor and Odysseus are the Achaeans’ most deft and persuasive orators, although Nestor’s speeches are sometimes long-winded.

    Menelaus - King of Sparta; the younger brother of Agamemnon. While it is the abduction of his wife, Helen, by the Trojan prince Paris that sparks the Trojan War, Menelaus proves quieter, less imposing, and less arro-gant than Agamemnon. Though he has a stout heart, Menelaus is not among the mightiest Achaean warriors.

    Idomeneus - King of Crete and a respected commander. Idomeneus leads a charge against the Trojans in Book 13.

    Machaon - A healer. Machaon is wounded by Paris in Book 11.

    Calchas - An important soothsayer. Calchas’s identification of the cause of the plague ravaging the Achaean army in Book 1 leads inadvertently to the rift between Agamemnon and Achilles that occupies the first nineteen books of the Iliad.

    Peleus - Achilles’ father and the grandson of Zeus. Although his name often appears in the epic, Peleus never appears in person. Priam powerfully invokes the memory of Peleus when he convinces Achilles to return Hector’s corpse to the Trojans in Book 24.

    Phoenix - A kindly old warrior, Phoenix helped raise Achilles while he himself was still a young man. Achilles deeply loves and trusts Phoenix, and Phoenix mediates between him and Agamemnon during their quarrel.

    The Myrmidons - The soldiers under Achilles’ command, hailing from Achilles’

    2/ The Trojans (or Dardanians or Illians)

    Hector - A son of King Priam and Queen Hecuba, Hector is the mightiest warrior in the Trojan army. He mirrors Achilles in some of his flaws, but his bloodlust is not so great as that of Achilles. He is devoted to his wife, Andromache, and son, Astyanax, but resents his brother Paris for bringing war upon their family and city.

    Priam - King of Troy and husband of Hecuba, Priam is the father of fifty Trojan warriors, including Hector and Paris. Though too old to fight, he has earned the respect of both the Trojans and the Achaeans by virtue of his level-headed, wise, and benevolent rule. He treats Helen kindly, though he laments the war that her beauty has sparked.

    Hecuba - Queen of Troy, wife of Priam, and mother of Hector and Paris.

    Paris (also known as “Alexander”) - A son of Priam and Hecuba and brother of Hector. Paris’s abduction of the beautiful Helen, wife of Menelaus, sparked the Trojan War. Paris is self-centered and often unmanly. He fights effectively with a bow and arrow (never with the more manly sword or spear) but often lacks the spirit for battle and prefers to sit in his room making love to Helen while others fight for him, thus earning both Hector’s and Helen’s scorn.

    Helen - Reputed to be the most beautiful woman in the ancient world, Helen left her husband, Menelaus, to run away with Paris. She loathes herself now for the misery that she has caused so many Trojan and Achaean men. Although her contempt extends to Paris as well, she continues to stay with him.

    Aeneas - A Trojan nobleman, the son of Aphrodite, and a mighty warrior. The Romans believed that Aeneas later founded their city (he is the protagonist of Virgil’s masterpiece the Aeneid).

    Andromache - Hector’s loving wife, Andromache begs Hector to withdraw from the war and save himself before the Achaeans kill him.
    Astyanax - Hector and Andromache’s infant son.

    Polydamas - A young Trojan commander, Polydamas sometimes figures as a foil for Hector, proving cool-headed and prudent when Hector charges ahead. Polydamas gives the Trojans sound advice, but Hector seldom acts on it.

    Glaucus - A powerful Trojan warrior, Glaucus nearly fights a duel with Diomedes. The men’s exchange of armor after they realize that their families are friends illustrates the value that ancients placed on kinship and camaraderie.

    Agenor - A Trojan warrior who attempts to fight Achilles in Book 21. Agenor delays Achilles long enough for the Trojan army to flee inside Troy’s walls.

    Dolon - A Trojan sent to spy on the Achaean camp in Book 10.

    Pandarus - A Trojan archer. Pandarus’s shot at Menelaus in Book 4 breaks the temporary truce between the two sides.

    Antenor - A Trojan nobleman, advisor to King Priam, and father of many Trojan warriors. Antenor argues that Helen should be returned to Menelaus in order to end the war, but Paris refuses to give her up.

    Sarpedon - One of Zeus’s sons. Sarpedon’s fate seems intertwined with the gods’ quibbles, calling attention to the unclear nature of the gods’ relationship to Fate.

    Chryseis - Chryses’s daughter, a priest of Apollo in a Trojan- allied town.

    Briseis - A war prize of Achilles. When Agamemnon is forced to return Chryseis to her father, he appropriates Briseis as compensation, sparking Achilles’ great rage.

    Chryses - A priest of Apollo in a Trojan-allied town; the father of Chryseis, whom Agamemnon takes as a war prize.

    3/ The Gods and Immortals

    Zeus - King of the gods and husband of Hera, Zeus claims neutrality in the mortals’ conflict and often tries to keep the other gods from participating in it. However, he throws his weight behind the Trojan side for much of the battle after the sulking Achilles has his mother, Thetis, ask the god to do so.

    Hera - Queen of the gods and Zeus’s wife, Hera is a conniving, headstrong woman. She often goes behind Zeus’s back in matters on which they disagree, working with Athena to crush the Trojans, whom she passionately hates.

    Athena - The goddess of wisdom, purposeful battle, and the womanly arts; Zeus’s daughter. Like Hera, Athena passionately hates the Trojans and often gives the Achaeans valuable aid.

    Thetis - A sea-nymph and the devoted mother of Achilles, Thetis gets Zeus to help the Trojans and punish the Achaeans at the request of her angry son. When Achilles finally rejoins the battle, she commissions Hephaestus to design him a new suit of armor.

    Apollo - A son of Zeus and twin brother of the goddess Artemis, Apollo is god of the arts and archery. He supports the Trojans and often intervenes in the war on their behalf.

    Aphrodite - Goddess of love and daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite is married to Hephaestus but maintains a romantic relationship with Ares. She supports Paris and the Trojans throughout the war, though she proves somewhat ineffectual in battle.

    Poseidon - The brother of Zeus and god of the sea. Poseidon holds a long-standing grudge against the Trojans because they never paid him for helping them to build their city. He therefore supports the Achaeans in the war.

    Hephaestus - God of fire and husband of Aphrodite, Hephaestus is the gods’ metalsmith and is known as the lame or crippled god. Although the text doesn’t make clear his sympathies in the mortals’ struggle, he helps the Achaeans by forging a new set of armor for Achilles and by rescuing Achilles during his fight with a river god.

    Artemis - Goddess of the hunt, daughter of Zeus, and twin sister of Apollo. Artemis supports the Trojans in the war.

    Ares - God of war and lover of Aphrodite, Ares generally supports the Trojans in the war.

    Hermes - The messenger of the gods. Hermes escorts Priam to Achilles’ tent in Book 24.

    Iris - Zeus’s messenger.
  3. bmnhy Giảng Viên

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