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[Illustration: HEAD OF HOMER.

_British Museum._]


ECLECTIC SCHOOL READINGS


THE STORY OF TROY

BY

M. CLARKE


NEW YORK--CINCINNATI--CHICAGO
AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY
AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY




CONTENTS.


                                                                    PAGE
INTRODUCTION--HOMER, THE FATHER OF POETRY                              7

              THE GODS AND GODDESSES                                  11


          I.  TROY BEFORE THE SIEGE                                   19

         II.  THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS                                   33

        III.  THE LEAGUE AGAINST TROY                                 46

         IV.  BEGINNING OF THE WAR                                    63

          V.  THE WRATH OF ACHILLES                                   76

         VI.  THE DREAM OF AGAMEMNON                                  92

        VII.  THE COMBAT BETWEEN MENELAUS AND PARIS                  109

       VIII.  THE FIRST GREAT BATTLE                                 124

         IX.  THE SECOND BATTLE--EXPLOIT OF DIOMEDE AND ULYSSES      149

          X.  THE BATTLE AT THE SHIPS--DEATH OF PATROCLUS            166

         XI.  END OF THE WRATH OF ACHILLES--DEATH OF HECTOR          193

        XII.  DEATH OF ACHILLES--FALL AND DESTRUCTION OF TROY        220

       XIII.  THE GREEK CHIEFS AFTER THE WAR                         240




INTRODUCTION.


I. HOMER, THE FATHER OF POETRY.

In this book we are to tell the story of Troy, and particularly of the
famous siege which ended in the total destruction of that renowned city.
It is a story of brave warriors and heroes of 3000 years ago, about
whose exploits the greatest poets and historians of ancient times have
written. Some of the wonderful events of the memorable siege are related
in a celebrated poem called the Ilʹi-ad, written in the Greek language.
The author of this poem was Hoʹmer, who was the author of another great
poem, the Odʹys-sey, which tells of the voyages and adventures of the
Greek hero, U-lysʹses, after the taking of Troy.

Homer has been called the Father of Poetry, because he was the first and
greatest of poets. He lived so long ago that very little is known about
him. We do not even know for a certainty when or where he was born. It
is believed, however, that he lived in the ninth century before Christ,
and that his native place was Smyrʹna, in Asia Minor. But long after
his death several other cities claimed the honor of being his
birthplace.

    Seven Grecian cities vied for Homer dead,
    Through which the living Homer begged his bread.

    LEONIDAS.

It is perhaps not true that Homer was so poor as to be obliged to beg
for his bread; but it is probable that he earned his living by traveling
from city to city through many parts of Greece and Asia Minor, reciting
his poems in the palaces of princes, and at public assemblies. This was
one of the customs of ancient times, when the art of writing was either
not known, or very little practiced. The poets, or bards, of those days
committed their compositions to memory, and repeated them aloud at
gatherings of the people, particularly at festivals and athletic games,
of which the ancient Greeks were very fond. At those games prizes and
rewards were given to the bards as well as to the athletes.

It is said that in the latter part of his life the great poet became
blind, and that this was why he received the name of Homer, which
signified a blind person. The name first given to him, we are told, was
Mel-e-sigʹe-nes, from the river Meʹles, a small stream on the banks of
which his native city of Smyrna was situated.

So little being known of Homer's life, there has been much difference of
opinion about him among learned men. Many have believed that Homer never
existed. Others have thought that the Iliad and Odyssey were composed
not by one author, but by several. "Some," says the English poet, Walter
Savage Landor, "tell us that there were twenty Homers, some deny that
there was ever one." Those who believe that there were "twenty Homers"
think that different parts of the two great poems--the Iliad and
Odyssey--were composed by different persons, and that all the parts were
afterwards put together in the form in which they now appear. The
opinion of most scholars at present, however, is that Homer did really
exist, that he was a wandering bard, or minstrel, who sang or recited
verses or ballads composed by himself, about the great deeds of heroes
and warriors, and that those ballads, collected and arranged in after
years in two separate books, form the poems known as the Iliad and
Odyssey.

Homer's poetry is what is called epic poetry, that is, it tells about
heroes and heroic actions. The Iliad and Odyssey are the first and
greatest of epic poems. In all ages since Homer's time, scholars have
agreed in declaring them to be the finest poetic productions of human
genius. No nation in the world has ever produced poems so beautiful or
so perfect. They have been read and admired by learned men for more than
2000 years. They have been translated into the languages of all
civilized countries. In this book we make many quotations from the fine
translation of the Iliad by our American poet, William Cullen Bryant. We
quote also from the well-known translation by the English poet,
Alexander Pope.

The ancients had a very great admiration for the poetry of Homer. We are
told that every educated Greek could repeat from memory any passage in
the Iliad or Odyssey. Alexander the Great was so fond of Homer's poems
that he always had them under his pillow while he slept. He kept the
Iliad in a richly ornamented casket, saying that "the most perfect work
of human genius ought to be preserved in a box the most valuable and
precious in the world."

So great was the veneration the Greeks had for Homer, that they erected
temples and altars to him, and worshiped him as a god. They held
festivals in his honor, and made medals bearing the figure of the poet
sitting on a throne and holding in his hands the Iliad and Odyssey. One
of the kings of Eʹgypt built in that country a magnificent temple, in
which was set up a statue of Homer, surrounded with a beautiful
representation of the seven cities that contended for the honor of being
the place of his birth.

    Great bard of Greece, whose ever-during verse
    All ages venerate, all tongues rehearse;
    Could blind idolatry be justly paid
    To aught of mental power by man display'd,
    To thee, thou sire of soul-exalting song,
    That boundless worship might to thee belong.

    HAYLEY.


II. THE GODS AND GODDESSES.

To understand the Story of Troy it is necessary to know something about
the gods and goddesses, who played so important a part in the events we
are to relate. We shall see that in the Troʹjan War nearly everything
was ordered or directed by a god or goddess. The gods, indeed, had much
to do in the causing of the war, and they took sides in the great
struggle, some of them helping the Greeks and some helping the Trojans.

The ancient Greeks believed that there were a great many gods. According
to their religion all parts of the universe,--the heavens and the earth,
the sun and the moon, the ocean, seas, and rivers, the mountains and
forests, the winds and storms,--were ruled by different gods. The gods,
too, it was supposed, controlled all the affairs of human life. There
were a god of war and a god of peace, and gods of music, and poetry, and
dancing, and hunting, and of all the other arts or occupations in which
men engaged.

The gods, it was believed, were in some respects like human beings. In
form they usually appeared as men and women. They were passionate and
vindictive, and often quarreled among themselves. They married and had
children, and needed food and drink and sleep. Sometimes they married
human beings, and the sons of such marriages were the heroes of
antiquity, men of giant strength who performed daring and wonderful
feats. The food of the gods was Am-broʹsia, which conferred immortality
and perpetual youth on those who partook of it; their drink was a
delicious wine called Necʹtar.

The gods, then, were immortal beings. They never died; they never grew
old, and they possessed immense power. They could change themselves, or
human beings, into any form, and they could make themselves visible or
invisible at pleasure. They could travel through the skies, or over
earth or ocean, with the rapidity of lightning, often riding in gorgeous
golden chariots drawn by horses of immortal breed. They were greatly
feared by men, and when any disaster occurred,--if lives were lost by
earthquake, or shipwreck, or any other calamity,--it was attributed to
the anger of some god.

Though immortal beings, however, the gods were subject to some of the
physical infirmities of humanity. They could not die, but they might be
wounded and suffer bodily pain the same as men. They often took part in
the quarrels and wars of people on earth, and they had weapons and armor
like human warriors.

The usual place of residence of the principal gods was on the top of
Mount O-lymʹpus in Greece. Here they dwelt in golden palaces, and they
had a Council Chamber where they frequently feasted together at grand
banquets, celestial music being rendered by A-polʹlo, the god of
minstrelsy, and the Muses, who were the divinities of poetry and song.

In all the chief cities grand temples were erected for the worship of
the gods. One of the most famous was the Parʹthe-non, at Athens. At the
shrines of the gods costly gifts in gold and silver were presented, and
on their altars, often built in the open air, beasts were killed and
burned as sacrifices, which were thought to be very pleasing to the
divine beings to whom they were offered.

[Illustration: THE PARTHENON.

_From model in Metropolitan Museum, New York._]

The greatest and most powerful of the gods was Juʹpi-ter, also called
Jove or Zeus. To him all the rest were subject. He was the king of the
gods, the mighty Thunderer, at whose nod Olympus shook, and at whose
word the heavens trembled. From his great power in the regions of the
sky he was sometimes called the "cloud-compelling Jove."

    He, whose all-conscious eyes the world behold,
    The eternal Thunderer sat, enthroned in gold.
    High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes,
    And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

The wife of Jupiter, and the queen of heaven, was Juʹno, who, as we
shall see, was the great enemy of Troy and the Trojans. One of the
daughters of Jupiter, called Veʹnus, or Aph-ro-diʹte, was the goddess of
beauty and love. Nepʹtune was the god of the sea. He usually carried in
his hand a trident, or three-pronged scepter, the emblem of his
authority.

          His sumptuous palace-halls were built
    Deep down in ocean, golden, glittering, proof
    Against decay of time.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIII.

Mars was the god of war, and Pluʹto, also called Dis and Haʹdes, was god
of the regions of the dead. One of the most glorious and powerful of the
gods was Apollo, or Phœʹbus, or Sminʹtheus, for he had many names. He
was god of the sun, and of medicine, music, and poetry. He is
represented as holding in his hand a bow, and sometimes a lyre. Homer
calls him the "god of the silver bow," and the "far-darting Apollo," for
the ancients believed that with the dart of his arrow he sent down
plagues upon men whenever they offended him.

The other principal deities mentioned by Homer are Mi-nerʹva, or
Palʹlas, the goddess of wisdom; Vulʹcan, the god of fire; and Merʹcu-ry,
or Herʹmes, the messenger of Jupiter. Vulcan was also the patron, or
god, of smiths. He had several forges; one was on Mount Olympus, and
another was supposed to be under Mount Ætʹna in Sicʹi-ly. Here, with his
giant workmen, the Cyʹclops, he made thunderbolts for Jupiter, and
sometimes armor and weapons of war for earthly heroes.

The gods, it was believed, made their will known to men in various
ways,--sometimes by the flight of birds, frequently by dreams, and
sometimes by appearing on earth under different forms, and speaking
directly to kings and warriors. Very often men learned the will of the
gods by consulting seers and soothsayers, or augurs,--persons who were
supposed to have the power of foretelling events. There were temples
also where the gods gave answers through priests. Such answers were
called Orʹa-cles, and this name was also given to the priests. The most
celebrated oracle of ancient times was in the temple of Apollo at
Delʹphi, in Greece. To this place people came from all parts of the
world to consult the god, whose answers were given by a priestess called
Pythʹi-a.

The ancients never engaged in war or any other important undertaking
without sacrificing to the gods or consulting their oracles or
soothsayers. Before going to battle they made sacrifices to the gods. If
they were defeated in battle they regarded it as a sign of the anger of
Jupiter, or Juno, or Minerva, or Apollo, or some of the other great
beings who dwelt on Olympus. When making leagues or treaties of peace,
they called the gods as witnesses, and prayed to Father Jupiter to send
terrible punishments on any who should take false oaths, or break their
promises. In the story of the Trojan War we shall find many examples of
such appeals to the gods by the chiefs on both sides.

    "O Father Jove, who rulest from the top
    Of Ida, mightiest one and most august!
    Whichever of these twain has done the wrong,
    Grant that he pass to Pluto's dwelling, slain,
    While friendship and a faithful league are ours.

    "O Jupiter most mighty and august!
    Whoever first shall break these solemn oaths,
    So may their brains flow down upon the earth,--
    Theirs and their children's."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

[Illustration: OFFERING TO MINERVA.

_Painting by Gaudemaris._]




THE STORY OF TROY.




I. TROY BEFORE THE SIEGE.


[Illustration: _Design by Burne-Jones._]

That part of Asia Minor which borders the narrow channel now known as
the Dar-da-nellesʹ, was in ancient times called Troʹas. Its capital was
the city of Troy, which stood about three miles from the shore of the
Æ-geʹan Sea, at the foot of Mount Ida, near the junction of two rivers,
the Simʹo-is, and the Sca-manʹder or Xanʹthus. The people of Troy and
Troas were called Trojans.

Some of the first settlers in northwestern Asia Minor, before it was
called Troas, came from Thrace, a country lying to the north of Greece.
The king of these Thraʹcian colonists was Teuʹcer. During his reign a
prince named Darʹdanus arrived in the new settlement. He was a son of
Jupiter, and he came from Samʹo-thrace, one of the many islands of the
Ægean Sea. It is said that he escaped from a great flood which swept
over his native island, and that he was carried on a raft of wood to the
coast of the kingdom of Teucer. Soon afterwards he married Teucer's
daughter. He then built a city for himself amongst the hills of Mount
Ida, and called it Dar-daʹni-a; and on the death of Teucer he became
king of the whole country, to which he gave the same name, Dardania.

    Jove was the father, cloud-compelling Jove,
    Of Dardanus, by whom Dardania first
    Was peopled, ere our sacred Troy was built
    On the great plain,--a populous town; for men
    Dwelt still upon the roots of Ida fresh
    With Qiany springs.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

Dardanus was the ancestor of the Trojan line of kings. He had a grandson
named Tros, and from him the city Troy, as well as the country Troas,
took its name. The successor of King Tros was his son Iʹlus. By him Troy
was built, and it was therefore also called Ilʹi-um or Ilʹi-on; hence
the title of Homer's great poem,--the Iliad. From the names Dardanus
and Teucer the city of Troy has also been sometimes called Dardania and
Teuʹcri-a, and the Trojans are often referred to as Dardanians and
Teucrians. Ilus was succeeded by his son La-omʹe-don, and Laomedon's son
Priʹam was king of Troy during the famous siege.

The story of the founding of Troy is a very interesting one. Ilus went
forth from his father's city of Dardania, in search of adventures, as
was the custom of young princes and heroes in those days; and he
traveled on until he arrived at the court of the king of Phrygʹi-a, a
country lying east of Troas. Here he found the people engaged in
athletic games, at which the king gave valuable prizes for competition.
Ilus took part in a wrestling match, and he won fifty young men and
fifty maidens,--a strange sort of prize we may well think, but not at
all strange or unusual in ancient times, when there were many slaves
everywhere. During his stay in Phrygia the young Dardanian prince was
hospitably entertained at the royal palace. When he was about to depart,
the king gave him a spotted heifer, telling him to follow the animal,
and to build a city for himself at the place where she should first lie
down to rest.

Ilus did as he was directed. With his fifty youths and fifty maidens he
set out to follow the heifer, leaving her free to go along at her
pleasure. She marched on for many miles, and at last lay down at the
foot of Mount Ida on a beautiful plain watered by two rivers, and here
Ilus encamped for the night. Before going to sleep he prayed to Jupiter
to send him a sign that that was the site meant for his city. In the
morning he found standing in front of his tent a wooden statue of the
goddess Minerva, also called Pallas. The figure was three cubits high.
In its right hand it held a spear, and in the left, a distaff and
spindle.

This was the Pal-laʹdi-um of Troy, which afterwards became very famous.
The Trojans believed that it had been sent down from heaven, and that
the safety of their city depended upon its preservation. Hence it was
guarded with the greatest care in a temple specially built for the
purpose.

Ilus, being satisfied that the statue was the sign for which he had
prayed, immediately set about building his city, and thus Troy was
founded. It soon became the capital of Troas and the richest and most
powerful city in that part of the world. During the reign of Laomedon,
son of Ilus, its mighty walls were erected, which in the next reign
withstood for ten years all the assaults of the Greeks. These walls were
the work of no human hands. They were built by the ocean god Neptune.
This god had conspired against Jupiter and attempted to dethrone him,
and, as a punishment, his kingdom of the sea was taken away from him for
one year, and he was ordered to spend that time in the service of the
king of Troy.

In building the great walls, Neptune was assisted by Apollo, who had
also been driven from Olympus for an offense against Jupiter. Apollo had
a son named Æs-cu-laʹpi-us, who was so skilled a physician that he
could, and did, raise people from death to life. Jupiter was very angry
at this. He feared that men might forget him and worship Æsculapius. He
therefore hurled a thunderbolt at the great physician and killed him.
Enraged at the death of his son, Apollo threatened to destroy the
Cyclops, the giant workmen of Vulcan, who had forged the terrible
thunderbolt. Before he could carry out his threat, however, Jupiter
expelled him from heaven. He remained on earth for several years, after
which he was permitted to return to his place among the gods on the top
of Mount Olympus.

[Illustration: NEPTUNE.

_National Museum, Athens._]

Though Neptune was bound to serve Laomedon for one year, there was an
agreement between them that the god should get a certain reward for
building the walls. But when the work was finished the Trojan king
refused to keep his part of the bargain. Apollo had assisted by his
powers of music. He played such tunes that he charmed even the huge
blocks of stone, so that they moved themselves into their proper places,
after Neptune had wrenched them from the mountain sides and had hewn
them into shape. Moreover, Apollo had taken care of Laomedon's numerous
flocks on Mount Ida. During the siege, Neptune, in a conversation with
Apollo before the walls of Troy, spoke of their labors in the service of
the Trojan king:

    "Hast thou forgot, how, at the monarch's prayer,
    We shared the lengthen'd labors of a year?
    Troy walls I raised (for such were Jove's commands),
    And yon proud bulwarks grew beneath my hands:
    Thy task it was to feed the bellowing droves
    Along fair Ida's vales and pendant groves."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

Long before this, however, the two gods had punished Laomedon very
severely for breaking his promise. Apollo, after being restored to
heaven, sent a plague upon the city of Troy, and Neptune sent up from
the sea an enormous serpent which killed many of the people.

            A great serpent from the deep,
    Lifting his horrible head above their homes,
    Devoured the children.

    LEWIS MORRIS.

In this terrible calamity the king asked an oracle in what way the anger
of the two gods might be appeased. The answer of the oracle was that a
Trojan maiden must each year be given to the monster to be devoured.
Every year, therefore, a young girl, chosen by lot, was taken down to
the seashore and chained to a rock to become the prey of the serpent.
And every year the monster came and swallowed up a Trojan maiden, and
then went away and troubled the city no more until the following year,
when he returned for another victim. At last the lot fell on He-siʹo-ne,
the daughter of the king. Deep was Laomedon's grief at the thought of
the awful fate to which his child was thus doomed.

But help came at an unexpected moment. While, amid the lamentations of
her family and friends, preparations were being made to chain Hesione to
the rock, the great hero, Herʹcu-les, happened to visit Troy. He was on
his way home to Greece, after performing in a distant eastern country
one of those great exploits which made him famous in ancient story. The
hero undertook to destroy the serpent, and thus save the princess, on
condition that he should receive as a reward certain wonderful horses
which Laomedon just then had in his possession. These horses were given
to Laomedon's grandfather, Tros, on a very interesting occasion. Tros
had a son named Ganʹy-mede, a youth of wonderful beauty, and Jupiter
admired Ganymede so much that he had him carried up to heaven to be
cupbearer to the gods--to serve the divine nectar at the banquets on
Mount Olympus.

          Godlike Ganymede, most beautiful
    Of men; the gods beheld and caught him up
    To heaven, so beautiful was he, to pour
    The wine to Jove, and ever dwell with them.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

To compensate Tros for the loss of his son, Jupiter gave him four
magnificent horses of immortal breed and marvelous fleetness. These were
the horses which Hercules asked as his reward for destroying the
serpent. As there was no other way of saving the life of his daughter,
Laomedon consented. Hercules then went down to the seashore, bearing in
his hand the huge club which he usually carried, and wearing his
lion-skin over his shoulders. This was the skin of a fierce lion he had
strangled to death in a forest in Greece, and he always wore it when
going to perform any of his heroic feats.

When Hesione had been bound to the rock, the hero stood beside her and
awaited the coming of the serpent. In a short time its hideous form
emerged from beneath the waves, and darting forward it was about to
seize the princess, when Hercules rushed upon it, and with mighty
strokes of his club beat the monster to death. Thus was the king's
daughter saved and all Troy delivered from a terrible scourge. But when
the hero claimed the reward that had been agreed upon, and which he had
so well earned, Laomedon again proved himself to be a man who was
neither honest nor grateful. Disregarding his promise, and forgetful,
too, of what he and his people had already suffered as a result of his
breach of faith with the two gods, he refused to give Hercules the
horses.

The hero at once went away from Troy, but not without resolving to
return at a convenient time and punish Laomedon. This he did, not long
afterwards, when he had completed the celebrated "twelve labors" at
which he had been set by a Grecian king, whom Jupiter commanded him to
serve for a period of years because of an offense he had committed. One
of these labors was the killing of the lion. Another was the destroying
of the Lerʹnæ-an hydra, a frightful serpent with many heads, which for a
long time had been devouring man and beast in the district of Lerʹna in
Greece.

Having accomplished his twelve great labors and ended his term of
service, Hercules collected an army and a fleet, and sailed to the
shores of Troas. He then marched against the city, took it by surprise,
and slew Laomedon and all his sons, with the exception of Po-darʹces,
afterwards called Priam. This prince had tried to persuade his father to
fulfill the engagement with Hercules, for which reason his life was
spared. He was made a slave, however, as was done in ancient times with
prisoners taken in war. But Hesione ransomed her brother, giving her
gold-embroidered veil as the price of his freedom. From this time he was
called Priam, a word which in the Greek language means "purchased."
Hesione also prevailed upon Hercules to restore Priam to his right as
heir to his father's throne, and so he became king of Troy. Hesione
herself was carried off to Greece, where she was given in marriage to
Telʹa-mon, king of Salʹa-mis, a friend of Hercules.

Priam reigned over his kingdom of Troas many years in peace and
prosperity. His wife and queen, the virtuous Hecʹu-ba, was a daughter of
a Thracian king. They had nineteen children, many of whom became famous
during the great siege. Their eldest son, Hecʹtor, was the bravest of
the Trojan heroes. Their son Parʹis it was, as we shall see, who brought
upon his country the disastrous war. Another son, Helʹe-nus, and his
sister Cas-sanʹdra, were celebrated soothsayers.

Cassandra was a maiden of remarkable beauty. The god Apollo loved her so
much that he offered to grant her any request if she would accept him as
her husband. Cassandra consented and asked for the power of foretelling
events, but when she received it, she slighted the god and refused to
perform her promise. Apollo was enraged at her conduct, yet he could not
take back the gift he had bestowed. He decreed, however, that no one
should believe or pay any attention to her predictions, true though they
should be. And so when Cassandra foretold the evils that were to come
upon Troy, even her own people would not credit her words. They spoke of
her as the "mad prophetess."

    Cassandra cried, and cursed the unhappy hour;
    Foretold our fate; but by the god's decree,
    All heard, and none believed the prophecy.

    VERGIL.

The first sorrow in the lives of King Priam and his good queen came a
short time before the birth of Paris, when Hecuba dreamed that her next
child would bring ruin upon his family and native city. This caused the
deepest distress to Priam and Hecuba, especially when the soothsayer
Æsʹa-cus declared that the dream would certainly be fulfilled. Then,
though they were tender and loving parents, they made up their minds to
sacrifice their own feelings rather than that such a calamity should
befall their country. When the child was born, the king, therefore,
ordered it to be given to Ar-che-laʹus, one of the shepherds of Mount
Ida, with instructions to expose it in a place where it might be
destroyed by wild beasts. The shepherd, though very unwilling to do so
cruel a thing, was obliged to obey, but on returning to the spot a few
days afterwards he found the infant boy alive and unhurt. Some say that
the child had been nursed and carefully tended by a she-bear. Archelaus
was so touched with pity at the sight of the innocent babe smiling in
his face, that he took the boy to his cottage, and, giving him the name
Paris, brought him up as one of his own family.

With the herdsmen on Mount Ida, Paris spent his early years, not knowing
that he was King Priam's son. He was a brave youth, and of exceeding
beauty.

                        "His sunny hair
    Cluster'd about his temples like a god's."

    TENNYSON, _Œnone_.

He was skilled, too, in all athletic exercises, he was a bold huntsman,
and so brave in defending the shepherds against the attacks of robbers
that they called him Alexander, a name which means a protector of men.
Thus the young prince became a favorite with the people who lived on
the hills. Very happy he was amongst them, and amongst the flocks which
his good friend and foster father, Archelaus, gave him to be his own. He
was still more happy in the company of the charming nymph Œ-noʹne, the
daughter of a river god; and he loved her and made her his wife. But
this happiness was destined not to be of long duration. The Fates[A] had
decreed it otherwise. Œnone the beautiful, whose sorrows have been the
theme of many poets, was to lose the love of the young shepherd prince,
and the dream of Hecuba was to have its fulfillment.

                                    The Fate
    That rules the will of Jove had spun the days
    Of Paris and Œnone.

    QUINTUS SMYRNÆUS.

[Footnote A: The Fates were the three sisters, Cloʹtho, Lachʹe-sis, and
Atʹro-pos, powerful goddesses who controlled the birth and life of
mankind, Clotho, the youngest, presided over the moment of birth, and
held a distaff in her hand; Lachesis spun out the thread of human
existence (all the events and action's of man's life); and Atropos, with
a pair of shears which she always carried, cut this thread at the moment
of death.]




II. THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS.


It was through a quarrel among the three goddesses, Juno, Venus, and
Minerva, that Œnone, the fair nymph of Mount Ida, met her sad fate, and
that the destruction of Troy was brought about. The strife arose on the
occasion of the marriage of Peʹleus and Theʹtis. Peleus was a king of
Thesʹsa-ly, in Greece, and one of the great heroes of those days. Thetis
was a daughter of the sea god Neʹre-us, who had fifty daughters, all
beautiful sea nymphs, called "Ne-reʹi-des," from the name of their
father. Their duty was to attend upon the greater sea gods, and
especially to obey the orders of Neptune.

Thetis was so beautiful that Jupiter himself wished to marry her, but
the Fates told him she was destined to have a son who would be greater
than his father. The king of heaven having no desire that a son of his
should be greater than himself, gave up the idea of wedding the fair
nymph of the sea, and consented that she should be the wife of Peleus,
who had long loved and wooed her. But Thetis, being a goddess, was
unwilling to marry a mortal man. However, she at last consented, and
all the gods and goddesses, with one exception, were present at the
marriage feast.

    For in the elder time, when truth and worth
    Were still revered and cherished here on earth,
    The tenants of the skies would oft descend
    To heroes' spotless homes, as friend to friend;
    There meet them face to face, and freely share
    In all that stirred the hearts of mortals there.

    CATULLUS (Martin's tr.).

The one exception was Eʹris, or Dis-corʹdi-a, the goddess of discord.
This evil-minded deity had at one time been a resident of Olympus, but
she caused so much dissension and quarreling there that Jupiter banished
her forever from the heavenly mansions. The presence of such a being as
a guest on so happy an occasion was not very desirable, and therefore no
invitation was sent to her.

Thus slighted, the goddess of discord resolved to have revenge by doing
all that she could to disturb the peace and harmony of the marriage
feast. With this evil purpose she suddenly appeared in the midst of the
company, and threw on the table a beautiful golden apple, on which were
inscribed the words, "Let it be given to the fairest."

          "This was cast upon the board,
    When all the full-faced presence of the gods
    Ranged in the halls of Peleus; whereupon
    Rose feud, with question unto whom 'twere due."

    TENNYSON, _Œnone_.

At once all the goddesses began to claim the glittering prize of beauty.
Each contended that she was the "fairest," and therefore should have the

        "fruit of pure Hesperian gold
    That smelt ambrosially."

But soon the only competitors were Juno, Venus, and Minerva, the other
goddesses having withdrawn their claims. The contest then became more
bitter, and at last Jupiter was called upon to act as judge in the
dispute. This delicate task the king of heaven declined to undertake. He
knew that whatever way he might decide, he would be sure to offend two
of the three goddesses, and thereby destroy the peace of his own
household. It was necessary, however, that an umpire should be chosen to
put an end to the strife, and doubtless it was the decree of the Fates
that the lot should fall on the handsome young shepherd of Mount Ida.
His wisdom and prudence were well known to the gods, and all seemed to
agree that he was a fit person to decide so great a contest.

Paris was therefore appointed umpire. By Jupiter's command the golden
apple was sent to him, to be given to that one of the three goddesses
whom he should judge to be the most beautiful. The goddesses themselves
were directed to appear before him on Mount Ida, so that, beholding
their charms, he might be able to give a just decision. The English
poet, Tennyson, in his poem "Œnone," gives a fine description of the
three contending deities standing in the presence of the Trojan prince,
each in her turn trying, by promise of great reward, to persuade him to
declare in her favor. Juno spoke first, and she offered to bestow kingly
power and immense wealth upon Paris, if he would award the prize to her.

              "She to Paris made
    Proffer of royal power, ample rule
    Unquestion'd.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .
    'Honor,' she said, 'and homage, tax and toll,
    From many an inland town and haven large.'"

Minerva next addressed the judge, and she promised him great wisdom and
knowledge, as well as success in war, if he would give the apple to her.

Then Venus approached the young prince, who all the while held the
golden prize in his hand. She had but few words to say, for she was
confident in the power of her beauty and the tempting bribe she was
about to offer.

    "She with a subtle smile in her mild eyes,
    The herald of her triumph, drawing nigh
    Half-whisper'd in his ear, 'I promise thee
    The fairest and most loving wife in Greece.'
    She spoke and laugh'd."

The subtle smile and the whispered promise won the heart of Paris.
Forgetful of Œnone, and disregarding the promises of the other
goddesses, he awarded the prize to Venus.

                            He consign'd
    To her soft hand the fruit of burnished rind;
    And foam-born Venus grasp'd the graceful meed,
    Of war, of evil war, the quickening seed.

    COLUTHUS (Elton's tr.).

Such was the famous judgment of Paris. It was perhaps a just decision,
for it may be supposed that Venus, being the goddess of beauty, was
really the most beautiful of the three. But the story does not give us a
very high idea of the character of Paris, who now no longer took
pleasure in the company of Œnone. All his thoughts and affections were
turned away from her by the promise of Venus. He had grown weary, too,
of his simple and innocent life among his flocks and herds on the
mountain. He therefore wished much for some adventure that would take
him away from scenes which had become distasteful to him.

[Illustration: PARIS.

_Vatican, Rome._]

The opportunity soon came. A member of King Priam's family having died,
it was announced that the funeral would be celebrated by athletic
games, as was the custom in ancient times. Paris resolved to go down to
the city and take part in these games. Prizes were to be offered for
competition, and one of the prizes was to be the finest bull that could
be picked from the herds on Mount Ida. Now it happened that the bull
selected belonged to Paris himself, but it could not be taken without
his consent. He was willing, however, to give it for the games on
condition that he should be permitted to enter the list of competitors.

The condition was agreed to, and so the shepherd prince parted from
Œnone and went to the funeral games at Troy. He intended, perhaps, to
return sometime, but it was many years before he saw the fair nymph of
Mount Ida again,--not until he was about to die of a wound received from
one of the Greeks in the Trojan War. Œnone knew what was to happen, for
Apollo had conferred upon her the gift of prophecy, and she warned Paris
that if he should go away from her he would bring ruin on himself and
his country, telling him also that he would seek for her help when it
would be too late to save him. These predictions, as we shall see, were
fulfilled. Œnone's grief and despair in her loneliness after the
departure of Paris are touchingly described in Tennyson's poem:

    "O happy Heaven, how canst thou see my face?
    O happy earth, how canst thou bear my weight?
    O death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud,
    There are enough unhappy on this earth,
    Pass by the happy souls, that love to live:
    I pray thee, pass before my light of life,
    And shadow all my soul, that I may die.
    Thou weighest heavy on the heart within,
    Weigh heavy on my eyelids: let me die."

At the athletic games in Troy everybody admired the noble appearance of
Paris, but nobody knew who he was. In the competitions he won all the
first prizes, for Venus had given him godlike strength and swiftness. He
defeated even Hector, who was the greatest athlete of Troy. Hector,
angry at finding himself and all the highborn young men of the city
beaten by an unknown stranger, resolved to put him to death, and Paris
would probably have been killed, had he not fled for safety into the
temple of Jupiter. Cassandra, who happened to be in the temple at the
time, noticed Paris closely, and observing that he bore a strong
resemblance to her brothers, she asked him about his birth and age. From
his answers she was satisfied that he was her brother, and she at once
introduced him to the king. Further inquiries were then made. The old
shepherd, Archelaus, to whom Paris had been delivered in his infancy to
be exposed on Mount Ida, was still living, and he came and told his
story. Then King Priam and Queen Hecuba joyfully embraced and welcomed
their son, never thinking of the terrible dream or of the prophecy of
Æsacus. Hector, no longer angry or jealous, was glad to see his brother,
and proud of his victories in the games. Everybody rejoiced except
Cassandra. She knew the evil which was to come to Troy through Paris,
but nobody would give credit to what the "mad prophetess" said.

Thus restored to his high position as a prince of the royal house of
Troy, Paris now resided in his father's palace, apparently contented and
happy. But the promise made to him on Mount Ida, which he carefully
concealed from his family, was always in his mind. His thoughts were
ever turned toward Greece, where dwelt the fairest woman of those times.
This was Helen, wife of Men-e-laʹus, king of Sparʹta, celebrated
throughout the ancient world for her matchless beauty. Paris had been
promised the fairest woman for his wife, and he felt sure that it could
be no other than the far-famed Helen. To Greece therefore he resolved to
go, as soon as there should be an excuse for undertaking what was then a
long and dangerous voyage of many weeks, though in our day it is no more
than a few hours' sail.

The occasion was found when King Priam resolved to send ambassadors to
the island of Salamis to demand the restoration of his sister Hesione,
whom Hercules had carried off many years before. Her husband, Telamon,
was now dead, but his son Aʹjax still held her as a prisoner at his
court. Priam had never forgotten his sister's love for himself, for she
it was, as will be remembered, who redeemed him from slavery and placed
him on his father's throne. He now determined that she should be brought
back to her native country, and Paris earnestly begged permission to
take charge of the expedition which was to be sent to Salamis for that
purpose. Priam consented, and a fleet worthy to convey the son of the
king of Troy and his retinue to Greece was built by Pherʹe-clus, a
skillful Trojan craftsman, whom the goddess Minerva (Pallas) had
instructed in all kinds of workmanship.

    For loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart
    To him the shipwright's and the builder's art.
    Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rose,
    The fatal cause of all his country's woes.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

Before the departure of the fleet, Cassandra raised her voice of
warning, but as usual her words were not heeded, and so Paris set sail.
He reached the shores of Greece in safety; but instead of proceeding to
Salamis to demand Hesione from King Ajax, he steered his vessels to the
coast of Sparta. This he did under the guidance and direction of Venus,
who was now about to fulfill the promise by which she had won the golden
prize on Mount Ida.

Landing in Sparta, Paris hastened to the court of Menelaus, where he was
hospitably received. The king gave banquets in his honor and invited him
to prolong his stay in Sparta, and the beautiful Queen Helen joined in
her husband's kind attentions to their guest.

Soon after the arrival of Paris, the king of Sparta received an
invitation to take part in a hunting expedition in the island of Crete.
Having no suspicion of the evil design of Paris, he accepted the
invitation. He departed for Crete, leaving to his queen the duty of
entertaining the Trojan prince until his return. Then Paris, taking
advantage of the absence of Menelaus, induced Helen to desert her
husband and her home, and go with him to Troy. He told her of the
promise of Venus, and assured her that she would be received with great
honor in his father's palace, and protected against the anger of
Menelaus.

    From her husband's stranger-sheltering home
    He tempted Helen o'er the ocean foam.

    COLUTHUS (Elton's tr.).

[Illustration: ABDUCTION OF HELEN.

_Painting by Deutsch._]

Helen having consented, Paris carried her off in his fleet. At the same
time he carried away a vast quantity of treasure in gold and other
costly things which belonged to King Menelaus. On the voyage homeward
the ships were driven by a storm to the shores of the island of
Cranʹa-e, where Paris and Helen remained for some time. When at last
they reached the Trojan capital they were cordially welcomed by King
Priam and Queen Hecuba, and in a short time they were married, and the
event was celebrated with great rejoicing.

But all the people of Troy did not take part in this rejoicing. Hector,
the son of Priam, and others of his wisest counselors, strongly censured
the conduct of Paris, and they advised the king to send Helen back to
Sparta. But Priam would not listen to their prudent advice, and so she
remained in Troy.

The great beauty of Helen has been celebrated by poets in ancient and
modern times. Tennyson, in his "Dream of Fair Women," introduces her as
one of the forms of the vision he describes:

          "I saw a lady within call,
      Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
    A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
      And most divinely fair."




III. THE LEAGUE AGAINST TROY.


The carrying off of Helen was the cause of the Trojan War. Menelaus,
upon hearing what Paris had done, immediately returned to Sparta, and
began to make preparations to avenge the wrong. He called upon the other
kings and princes of Greece to join him with their armies and fleets in
a war against Troy. They were bound to do this by an oath they had taken
at the time of the marriage of Helen and Menelaus.

Helen was the daughter of Tynʹda-rus, who was king of Sparta before
Menelaus. Some say that she was the daughter of Jupiter, and that
Tyndarus was her stepfather. But from her infancy she was brought up at
the royal palace of Sparta as the daughter of Tyndarus and his wife,
Leʹda. When she became old enough to marry, the fame of her great beauty
drew many of the young princes of Greece to Sparta, all competing for
her favor, and each hoping to win her for his wife. This placed Tyndarus
in a difficulty. He was alarmed at the sight of so many suitors for the
hand of his daughter, for he knew that he could not give her to one
without offending all the rest. He therefore resolved to adopt the
advice of Ulysses, the prince of Ithʹa-ca (an island on the west coast
of Greece). Ulysses, also named O-dysʹseus, was famed for great wisdom
as well as valor in war.

          Ulysses, man of many arts,
    Son of Laertes, reared in Ithaca,
    That rugged isle, and skilled in every form
    Of shrewd device and action wisely planned.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Ulysses had himself been one of the suitors for Helen, but he saw that
among so many competitors he had little chance of success. Besides, he
had fallen in love with Pe-nelʹo-pe, the niece of Tyndarus. He therefore
withdrew from the contest, and he offered to suggest a plan for settling
the difficulty about Helen, if Tyndarus would give him Penelope to be
his wife. Tyndarus consented. Ulysses then advised that Helen should
choose for herself which of the princes she would have for her husband,
but that before she did so, all the suitors should pledge themselves by
oath to submit to her decision, and engage that if any one should take
her away from the husband of her choice, they would all join in
punishing the offender.

    If any dared to seize and bear her off,
    All would unite in arms, and lay his town
    Level with the ground.

    EURIPIDES (Potter's tr.).

The Grecian princes consented to this proposal. They all, including
Ulysses himself, took the required oath. Helen then made choice of
Menelaus, to whom she was immediately married with great pomp and
popular rejoicing. On the death of Tyndarus, Menelaus became king of
Sparta, and he and his beautiful queen lived and reigned together in
prosperity and happiness until the ill-fated visit of Paris.

Menelaus was the brother of Ag-a-memʹnon, king of My-ceʹnæ, one of the
most powerful and wealthy of the kings of Helʹlas, as Greece was
anciently called. Their father, Aʹtreus, was a son of the hero Peʹlops,
who conquered the greater part of the peninsula named from him the
Pel-oponneʹsus, and who was the grandson of Jupiter. Agamemnon, or
A-triʹdes (son of Atreus), as he is often called, was commander in chief
of all the Greek armies during the siege of Troy. From his high rank and
authority Homer calls him the "king of men" and the "king of kings." He
is sometimes also called "king of all Arʹgos," a powerful kingdom near
Mycenæ, and from this name the Greeks are sometimes called "Arʹgives."
The royal scepter which Agamemnon bore in his hands when addressing his
soldiers was made by Vulcan for Jupiter.

    The king of kings his awful figure raised;
    High in his hand the golden sceptre blazed;
    The golden sceptre, of celestial flame,
    By Vulcan formed, from Jove to Hermes came:
    To Pelops he the immortal gift resign'd;
    The immortal gift great Pelops left behind.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

The kings and princes of Hellas, who met at the call of Menelaus,
decided, after some discussion of the matter, that before declaring war
against Troy it would be well to try to obtain satisfaction by peaceful
means. They therefore sent ambassadors to Troy to demand the restoration
of Helen and the treasures which Paris had carried off. Diʹo-mede, king
of Æ-toʹlia, and the wise Ulysses, were chosen for this mission.
Menelaus volunteered to accompany them, thinking that he might be able
to persuade his wife to return to her home.

When the Greek ambassadors arrived in the Trojan capital they were
respectfully received by the king. During their stay in the city they
were entertained at the residence of An-teʹnor, one of Priam's ministers
of state, who had the wisdom to disapprove of the action of Paris, and
to advise that the Spartan queen should be given back to her husband.
Antenor much admired the appearance and eloquence of Ulysses, which are
thus described in the Iliad:

    "But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,
    His modest eyes he fixed upon the ground;
    As one unskilled or dumb, he seem'd to stand,
    Nor raised his head, nor stretch'd his sceptred hand;
    But, when he speaks, what elocution flows!
    Soft as the fleeces of descending snows,
    The copious accents fall, with easy art;
    Melting they fall, and sink into the heart!"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

But the eloquence of Ulysses was of no avail. King Priam, blinded by his
love for his son, saw not the threatened danger, and he refused the
demand of the ambassadors. Menelaus was not even permitted to see his
wife. Ulysses and his companions then returned to Greece, and at once
preparations for war with Troy were commenced.

These preparations occupied a very long time. Ten years were spent in
getting together the vast force, which in more than a thousand ships was
carried across the Ægean Sea to the Trojan shores, from the port of
Auʹlis on the east coast-of Greece. Some of the Hel-lenʹic (Greek)
princes were very unwilling to join the expedition, as they knew that
the struggle would be a tedious and perilous one. Even Ulysses, who, as
we have seen, had first proposed the suitors' oath at Sparta, was at the
last moment unwilling to go. He had now become king of Ithaca, his
father, La-erʹtes, having retired from the cares of government, and he
would gladly have remained in his happy island home with his young wife,
Penelope, and his infant son, Te-lemʹa-chus, both of whom he tenderly
loved.

But the man of many arts could not be spared from the Trojan War. He
paid no heed, however, to the messages sent to him asking him to join
the army at Aulis. Agamemnon resolved, therefore, to go himself to
Ithaca to persuade Ulysses to take part in the expedition. He was
accompanied by his brother Menelaus, and by a chief named Pal-a-meʹdes,
a very wise and learned man as well as a brave warrior. As soon as
Ulysses heard of their arrival in Ithaca, he pretended to be insane, and
he tried by a very amusing stratagem to make them believe that he was
really mad. Dressing himself in his best clothes, and going down to the
seashore, he began to plow the beach with a horse and an _ox_ yoked
together, and to scatter salt upon the sand instead of seed.

[Illustration: ULYSSES FEIGNING MADNESS.

_Heywood Hardy._]

Palamedes, however, was more than a match in artifice for the Ithacan
king. Taking Telemachus from the arms of his nurse, he placed the
infant on the sand in front of the plowing team. Ulysses quickly turned
the animals aside to avoid injuring his child, thus proving that he was
not mad but in full possession of his senses. The king of Ithaca was
therefore obliged to join the expedition to Troy. With twelve ships well
manned he sailed from his rugged island, which he did not again see for
twenty years. Ten years he spent at the siege, and ten on his homeward
voyage, during which he met with the wonderful adventures that Homer
describes in the Odyssey.

Ulysses had his revenge upon Palamedes in a manner very unworthy of a
brave man. In the camp before Troy, during the siege, he bribed one of
the servants of Palamedes to conceal a sum of money in his master's
tent. He then forged a letter, which he read before a council of the
Greek generals, saying that Palamedes had taken it from a Trojan
prisoner. This letter was written as if by King Priam to Palamedes,
thanking him for the information he had given regarding the plans of the
Greeks, and mentioning money as having been sent him in reward for his
services. The Greek generals at once ordered a search to be made in the
tent of Palamedes, and the money being found where it had been hidden by
direction of Ulysses, the unfortunate Palamedes was immediately put to
death as a traitor.

    Palamedes, not unknown to fame,
    Who suffered from the malice of the times,
    Accused and sentenced for pretended crimes.

    VERGIL.

It is said that Palamedes was the inventor of weights and measures, and
of the games of chess and backgammon, and that it was he who first
placed sentinels round a camp and gave them a watchword.

There was another of the Greek princes whose help in the Trojan War was
obtained only by an ingenious trick. This was the famous A-chilʹles. He
was the son of Peleus and Thetis, at whose marriage feast Eris threw the
apple of discord on the table. The prophecy that Thetis would have a son
greater than his father was fulfilled in Achilles, the bravest of the
Greeks at the Trojan War, and the principal hero of Homer's Iliad.

Thetis educated her son with great care. She had him instructed in all
the accomplishments fitting for princes of those times. When he was an
infant she dipped him in the river Styx, which, it was believed, made it
impossible for any weapon wielded by mortal hands to wound him. But the
water did not touch the child's heel by which his mother held him when
she plunged him in the river, and it was in this part that he received
the wound of which he died.

Notwithstanding his being dipped in the Styx, Thetis was afraid to let
Achilles go to the Trojan War, for Jupiter had told her that he would be
killed if he took part in it. For this reason, as soon as she heard that
the Grecian princes were gathering their forces, she secretly sent the
youth to the court of Lyc-o-meʹdes, king of the island of Scyʹros. Here
Achilles, dressed like a young girl, resided as a companion of the
king's daughters. But Calʹchas, the soothsayer of the Grecian army, told
the chiefs that without the help of Achilles Troy could not be taken.

    Calchas the wise, the Grecian priest and guide,
    That sacred seer, whose comprehensive view,
    The past, the present, and the future knew.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

Calchas, however, could not tell where Achilles was to be found, and
when they applied to Peleus, he too was unable or unwilling to tell
them. In this difficulty the wily king of Ithaca did good service. After
much inquiry he discovered that Achilles was at Scyros with the king's
daughters. He soon made his way to the island, but here there was a new
difficulty. He had never seen the young prince, and how was he to know
him? But he devised a scheme which proved entirely successful. Equipping
himself as a peddler, he went to the royal palace, exhibiting jewelry
and other fancy articles to attract the attention of the ladies of the
family. He also had some beautiful weapons of war among his wares.

[Illustration: ACHILLES AT THE COURT OF LYCOMEDES.

_Painting by Battoni._]

As soon as he appeared, the maidens gathered about him and began
examining the jewels. But one of the group eagerly seized a weapon, and
handled it with much skill and pleasure. Satisfied that this was the
young prince of whom he was in search, the pretended peddler announced
his name and told why he had come. Achilles, for it was he, gladly
agreed to take part with his countrymen in their great expedition, and
he immediately returned to Phthiʹa, the capital of his father's kingdom
of Thessaly. There he lost no time in making all necessary preparations.
Soon afterwards he sailed for Aulis with the brave Myrʹmi-dons, as his
soldiers were called, accompanied also by his devoted friend and
constant companion, Pa-troʹclus.

    Full fifty ships beneath Achilles' care,
    The Achaians, Myrmidons, Hellenians bear;
    Thessalians all, though various in their name;
    The same their nation, and their chief the same.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

Agamemnon, the commander in chief of the great host, sailed with a
hundred ships from his kingdom of Mycenæ, and his brother Menelaus,
eager for vengeance upon the Trojans, sailed with sixty ships and a
strong force of brave Spartans.

    Great Agamemnon rules the numerous band,
    A hundred vessels in long order stand,
    And crowded nations wait his dread command.
    High on the deck the king of men appears,
    And his refulgent arms in triumph wears;
    Proud of his host, unrivall'd in his reign,
    In silent pomp he moves along the main.
        His brother follows, and to vengeance warms,
    The hardy Spartans, exercised in arms:
        .    .    .    .    .    .
    These, o'er the bending ocean, Helen's cause,
    In sixty ships with Menelaus draws.

    POPE, _Iliad_ Book II.

Among the other great warriors of Hellas who joined the expedition was
Nesʹtor, the venerable king of Pyʹlos, distinguished for his eloquence,
wisdom, and prudence.

    In ninety sail, from Pylos' sandy coast,
    Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

The ancients believed that Nestor outlived three generations of men,
which some suppose to have been three hundred years. From this it was a
custom of the ancient Greeks and Romans, when wishing a long and happy
life to their friends, to wish them to live as long as Nestor.

    Experienced Nestor, in persuasion skill'd;
    Words, sweet as honey, from his lips distill'd;
    Two generations now had pass'd away,
    Wise by his rules, and happy by his sway;
    Two ages o'er his native realm he reign'd,
    And now the example of the third remain'd.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

The two Ajaxes were also renowned warriors of the Grecian army,--Ajax
Telamon and Ajax O-iʹleus, so called from the names of their fathers.
Telamon was the king of Salamis, to whom, as has been told, Hercules
gave Laomedon's daughter, Hesione. His son Ajax, a man of huge stature
and giant strength, was, next to Achilles, the bravest of all the Greeks
who went to the Trojan War.

    With these appear the Salaminian bands,
    Whom the gigantic Telamon commands;
    In twelve black ships to Troy they steer their course,
    And with the great Athenians join their force.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

Ajax Oileus, king of Loʹcris, was less in stature than his namesake, but
few excelled him in the use of the spear or in swiftness of foot. He
commanded forty ships in the great expedition.

        Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on,
    Ajax the less, Oileus' valiant son;
    Skill'd to direct the flying dart aright;
    Swift in pursuit, and active in the fight.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II

Two other valiant warriors, who led eighty ships each to the great
muster, were Diomede, king of Argos, and I-domʹe-neus, king of
Crete,--the "spear-renowned Idomeneus."

    Crete's hundred cities pour forth all her sons.
    These march'd, Idomeneus, beneath thy care.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

When at length all the kings and princes were assembled at Aulis, the
vast fleet numbered 1185 ships, according to the account given by Homer.
The total number of men which the ships carried is not known, but it is
probable that it was not less than 100,000, as the largest of the
vessels contained about 120, and the smallest 50 men each.

Such was the mighty host that Hellas marshaled to punish Troy for the
crime committed by Paris. Before setting out on so important an
expedition the Greek chiefs deemed it proper, according to the custom of
the ancients, to offer sacrifices to the gods, that their undertaking
might have the favor of heaven. Altars were therefore erected, and the
sacred services were carried out in due order. On these occasions
animals--very frequently oxen--were killed, and portions of their flesh
consumed by fire, such sacrifices being supposed to be very pleasing to
the gods.

While the Grecian chiefs were engaged in their religious ceremonies, the
greater part of the army having already gone aboard the ships, they were
startled at beholding a serpent dart out from beneath one of the altars,
and, gliding along the ground, ascend a plane tree which grew close by.
At the top of the tree was a nest containing eight young birds. The
serpent devoured them, and immediately afterwards seized and devoured
the mother bird, which had been fluttering around the nest. Then
suddenly, before the eyes of the astonished Greeks, the reptile turned
into stone. Amazed at this occurrence, and believing it to have some
connection with their expedition, the assembled chiefs asked the
soothsayer Calchas to explain what it meant. The seer replied, telling
them that it was a sign that the war upon which they were about to enter
would last ten years.

"For us, indeed," said he, "Jupiter has shown a great sign. As this
serpent has devoured the young of the sparrow, eight in number, and
herself, the mother of the brood, was the ninth, so must we for as many
years wage war, but in the tenth year we shall take the city."

This story was eloquently told by Ulysses in the Greek camp before Troy,
when in the tenth year of the siege, many of the troops, having grown
weary of the war, desired to return to their homes.

[Illustration]




IV. BEGINNING OF THE WAR.


The Greek chiefs, nothing daunted by the words of Calchas, now set sail
with their immense fleet. Though the war was to be a long one, they were
encouraged by the prophecy that they were to be the conquerors.

Their first experience was not very fortunate. They safely crossed the
Ægean Sea, but instead of steering for Troy, the pilots, through either
ignorance or mistake, brought the vessels to the shore on the coast of
Teu-thra'ni-a, a district in the kingdom of Mys'i-a, lying southeast of
Troas. Here the Greeks landed, but they were at once attacked by
Tel'e-phus, the king of that country, who came down upon them with a
strong force, and drove them back to their ships after a battle in which
many of them were killed. They would probably have fared much worse had
it not been for the friendly aid of Bacʹchus, the god of wine. While
Telephus was fighting at the head of his men he tripped and fell over a
vine, which the god had caused to spring up suddenly from the earth at
his feet. As he lay flat on the ground Achilles rushed forward and
severely wounded him with a thrust of his spear.

The Greeks, however, were obliged to take to the sea, and soon afterward
a great storm arose, which destroyed many of their vessels. Owing to
this misfortune they had to return to Aulis, where they set about
repairing their damaged ships and getting ready to start again. While
the Greeks were thus engaged, they were surprised by the appearance of
King Telephus, who came to their camp to beg Achilles to cure his wound,
an oracle he had consulted having told him that he could be cured only
by the person who had wounded him.

Achilles was at first unwilling to comply with the request of Telephus,
but Ulysses advised him to do so. Telephus was one of the sons of
Hercules, and it had been decreed that without the help of a son of that
hero Troy could not be taken. Moreover, he was a son-in-law of Priam,
and his country lay close to where the war was to be carried on. For
these reasons Ulysses wished to make him friendly to the Greeks, and so
he persuaded Achilles to cure the Teuthranian king. Achilles did this by
dropping into the wound portions of the rust from the point of his
spear. Telephus was so grateful that he joined the expedition against
Troy, and undertook to pilot the Grecian fleet to the Trojan coast.

But another difficulty now stood in the way of the Greeks. Their fleet
was once more ready for departure, but the winds were unfavorable. In
ancient times they could not make a sea voyage when the winds were
against them. Their ships were very small, and were moved only by oars
and sails. Homer gives us a good idea of the ancient system of
navigation, where he tells, in the Odyssey, about young Telemachus
setting out on a voyage in search of his father, Ulysses:

                        Telemachus went up
    The vessel's side, but Pallas first embarked,
    And at the stern sat down, while next to her
    Telemachus was seated. Then the crew
    Cast loose the fastenings and went all on board,
    And took their places on the rowers' seats,
    While blue-eyed Pallas sent a favoring breeze,
    A fresh wind from the west, that murmuring swept
    The dark-blue main. Telemachus gave forth
    The word to wield the tackle; they obeyed,
    And raised the fir-tree mast, and, fitting it
    Into its socket, bound it fast with cords,
    And drew and spread with firmly twisted ropes
    The shining sails on high. The steady wind
    Swelled out the canvas in the midst; the ship
    Moved on, the dark sea roaring round her keel,
    As swiftly through the waves she cleft her way.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book II.

For many days the Greek chiefs at Aulis waited for favoring breezes, but
none came.

                      "The troops
    Collected and embodied, here we sit
    Inactive, and from Aulis wish to sail
    In vain."

    EURIPIDES (Potter's tr.).

At last the soothsayer Calchas told them that the easterly winds which
prevented them from sailing were caused by the anger of Di-anʹa. Diana
was the goddess of hunting, and there was one of her sacred groves in
the neighborhood of Aulis. In this grove King Agamemnon went hunting
during the time the ships were being repaired after the storm, and he
killed one of Diana's favorite deer. He even boasted that he was a
greater hunter than Diana herself. This enraged the goddess, and Calchas
said that her anger could be appeased only by the offering up of
Agamemnon's daughter, Iph-i-ge-niʹa, as a sacrifice.

[Illustration: DIANA HUNTING.

_Painting by Makart._ (_Fragment_.)]

The feelings of the father may be easily imagined. He heard the
announcement of the soothsayer with the utmost horror, and he declared
that he would withdraw from the expedition rather than permit his child
to be put to death. But Ulysses and the other princes begged him to
remember that the honor of their country was at stake. They said that if
he should withdraw, the great cause for which they had labored for ten
years would be lost, and the Trojan insult to his own family and to all
Greece would remain unpunished.

At last Agamemnon consented, and messengers were sent to Mycenæ to bring
Iphigenia to Aulis. The king was even persuaded to deceive his wife,
Clyt-em-nesʹtra. Knowing that she would not allow her daughter to be
taken away for such a purpose, he wrote a letter to the queen, saying
that Iphigenia had been chosen to be the wife of Achilles, and that he
wished the marriage ceremony to be performed before the departure of the
young prince for Troy.

                        "I wrote, I seal'd
    A letter to my wife, that she should send
    Her daughter to Achilles as a bride
    Affianc'd."

    EURIPIDES (Potter's tr.).

Clytemnestra agreed to the proposal, happy at the thought of her
daughter being married to so great a prince as Achilles. Iphigenia
accordingly accompanied the messengers to the Greek camp at Aulis. When
she learned of the terrible fate to which she had been doomed, she threw
herself at her father's feet and piteously implored his protection. But
her tears and entreaties were in vain. The agonized father had now no
power to save her, for the whole army demanded that the will of the
goddess should be obeyed. Preparations for the awful sacrifice were
therefore made, and when everything was ready, the beautiful young
princess was led to the altar. Tennyson, in his "Dream of Fair Women,"
has these lines about Iphigenia at Aulis:

    "I was cut off from hope in that sad place,
      Which men called Aulis in those iron years:
    My father held his hand upon his face;
      I, blinded with my tears,

    Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs
      As in a dream. Dimly I could descry
    The stern, black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes,
      Waiting to see me die."

But Iphigenia was not sacrificed after all. Her innocence excited the
pity even of Diana, and at the last moment the goddess snatched the
weeping maiden away in a cloud, and left in her place a beautiful deer
to be offered up as a sacrifice. She carried the princess off to
Tauʹri-ca, a country bordering the Black Sea, and there Iphigenia
remained for many years, serving as a priestess in Diana's temple.

The anger of Diana being appeased, favorable winds now began to blow,
and the Greeks again set sail. This time they had a more fortunate
voyage. Piloted by Telephus, the fleet crossed the Ægean Sea, and safely
reached the coast of Troas. But here Calchas made another discouraging
prophecy. He declared that the first Greek who stepped on Trojan soil
would be killed in the first fight with the enemy. This the oracle at
Delphi had also foretold. There was some hesitation, therefore, about
landing, for the army of King Priam was ranged along the beach prepared
for battle with the invaders.

This was the occasion of an heroic act by Pro-tes-i-laʹus, king of
Phylʹa-ce in Thessaly, who boldly leaped ashore as soon as the vessels
touched the land. The prediction of Calchas was soon fulfilled.
Protesilaus was struck dead in the first fight by a spear launched by
the hands of the Trojan leader, Hector. The bravery of the Thessalian
king, and the grief of his queen, La-od-a-miʹa, when she heard of his
death, have been much celebrated in song and story.

                    Protesilaus the brave,
    Who now lay silent in the gloomy grave:
    The first who boldly touch'd the Trojan shore,
    And dyed a Phrygian lance with Grecian gore;
    There lies, far distant from his native plain;
    And his sad consort beats her breast in vain.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

Laodamia in her sorrow prayed to the gods that she might see her husband
again on earth. Jupiter heard her prayer, and he ordered Mercury to
conduct Protesilaus from Hades, the land of the dead, to Thessaly, to
remain with Laodamia for the space of three hours.

Laodamia was happy for the brief time allowed her to enjoy again the
companionship of her beloved Protesilaus, and she listened with pride to
the story of his brave deed on the Trojan shore.

    "Thou know'st, the Delphic oracle foretold
    That the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand
    Should die; but me the threat could not withhold:
    A generous cause a victim did demand;
    And forth I leapt upon the sanely plain;
    A self-devoted chief--by Hector slain."

    WORDSWORTH, _Laodamia_.

But the happy moments flew swiftly by, and when the three hours had
passed, Mercury returned to take the hero back to the world of shades.
The parting was too much for the fond Laodamia. She died of grief as her
husband disappeared from her sight.

Protesilaus was buried on the Trojan shore, and around his grave, it is
said, there grew very wonderful trees. These trees withered away as
soon as their tops reached high enough to be seen from the city of Troy.
Then fresh trees sprang up from their roots, and withered in like manner
when they reached the same height, and so this marvelous growth and
decay continued for ages.

                              Upon the side
    Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)
    A knot of spiry trees for ages grew
    From out the tomb of him for whom she died;
    And ever, when such stature they had gained
    That Ilium's walls were subject to their view,
    The trees' tall summits withered at the sight;
    A constant interchange of growth and blight!

    WORDSWORTH, _Laodamia_.

The heroic act of Protesilaus was the beginning of the great war. Before
he fell himself he slew many of the enemy, and hosts of his countrymen,
encouraged by his example, poured from their ships and encountered the
Trojans in fierce conflict. In this first battle the Greeks were
victorious. Though Hector and his brave troops fought valiantly they
were driven back from the shore, and compelled to take refuge within the
strong walls of the city.

The Trojans were well prepared for the war. King Priam had not been idle
while the Greek leaders were mustering their forces. From all parts of
his kingdom he had gathered immense supplies of provisions, and the
princes and chiefs of Troas came with large armies to defend their king
and country. The most celebrated of these chiefs was the hero Æ-neʹas,
son of An-chiʹses and the goddess Venus. He commanded the Dardanian
forces, and had as his lieutenants the two brave warriors, Acʹa-mas and
Ar-chilʹo-chus.

        Divine Æneas brings the Dardan race.
    Archilochus and Acamas divide
    The warrior's toils, and combat by his side.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

The Trojans had numerous and powerful allies. Troops were sent to them
from the neighboring countries of Phrygia, Mysia, Lycʹi-a and Caʹri-a.
The Lycian forces were led by Sar-peʹdon, a son of Jupiter, and a
renowned warrior.

    A chief, who led to Troy's beleaguer'd wall
    A host of heroes, and outshined them all.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

But the greatest of the heroes who defended Troy, and, with the
exception of Achilles, the greatest and bravest of all who took part in
the Trojan War, was the famous Hector.

    The boast of nations, the defense of Troy!
    To whom her safety and her fame she owed;
    Her chief, her hero, and almost her god!

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

So long as Hector lived Troy was safe. When he died, his great rival,
Achilles, by whose hand he was slain, rejoiced with the Greeks as if
Troy had already fallen.

        "Ye sons of Greece, in triumph bring
    The corpse of Hector, and your pæans sing.
    Be this the song, slow-moving toward the shore,
    'Hector is dead, and Ilion is no more.'"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

But though led by the great Hector, the Trojans, after their first
defeat, were unable to keep up the fight in the open field against the
vast numbers of the Greeks. Seeing, therefore, that they must depend for
safety on the strong walls which Neptune had built, they drew all their
forces into the city, leaving the enemy in possession of the surrounding
country.

Then the famous siege of ten years began. The Greeks hauled their ships
out of the water, and fixed them on the beach in an upright position
supported by props. Close to the vessels, on the land side, they erected
their tents, which extended in a long line, one wing, or end, of which
was guarded by Achilles, and the other by Ajax Telamon. Between this
encampment and the walls of Troy--a distance of three or four
miles--many a fierce conflict took place, and many a brave warrior fell
during the great contest. For the Trojans, headed by Hector or some
other of their chiefs, often came out from the city through the
principal gate, called the Scæʹan Gate, which faced the Grecian camp,
and fought the enemy in the open plain, on the bank of the celebrated
river Simois.

    And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy,
    When their brave hope, bold Hector, march'd to field,
    Stood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy
    To see their youthful son's bright weapons wield;
    And to their hope they such odd action yield,
      That through their light joy seemed to appear,
      Like bright things stain'd, a kind of heavy fear.

    And from the strond of Dardan, where they fought,
    To Simois' reedy banks the red blood ran,
    Whose waves to imitate the battle sought
    With swelling ridges; and their ranks began
    To break upon the galled shore, and then
      Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks,
      They join and shoot their foam at Simois' banks.

    SHAKESPEARE, _Lucrece_.




V. THE WRATH OF ACHILLES.


For over nine years the siege was carried on without one side or the
other gaining any important victory. The Trojans were protected by their
walls, which the Greeks were unable to break down, for the ancients had
no such powerful engines of war as those used in armies of the present
day. The strongest buildings may now be easily destroyed by cannon; but
in those days they had no cannon or gunpowder or dynamite. Success in
war in ancient times depended almost entirely on the bravery of the
soldiers or on strategy and artifice, in which, as we shall see, the
king of Ithaca was much skilled.

The Greek and Trojan warriors fought with swords, axes, bows and arrows,
and javelins, or long spears tipped with sharp iron points. Sometimes
they used huge stones which the heroes hurled at the foe with the full
strength of their powerful arms. They had shields of circular or oval
shape, which they wore on the arm to ward off blows, and which could be
moved at pleasure so as to cover almost any part of the body. Their
chests were protected by corselets or breastplates made of metal, and
metal greaves, or boots, incased their legs from the knees to the feet.
On their heads they wore helmets, usually of brass.

The chiefs fought in chariots, from which they darted their spears at
the enemy with such force and so true an aim as to wound or kill at a
considerable distance. The chariots were two-wheeled, open at the back,
and often drawn by three horses. They usually carried two warriors, both
standing, and the charioteer, or driver, was generally the companion or
friend, and not the servant, of the fighters who stood behind him.
Sometimes the warriors came down from their chariots and fought hand to
hand at close quarters with the enemy. The common soldiers always fought
on foot. There were no horse soldiers.

But in the Trojan War success or defeat did not always depend on the
bravery of the soldiers or on the skill or strategy of the generals.
Very much depended on the gods. We have seen how those divine beings had
to do with the events that led to the war. We shall also see them taking
part in the battles, sometimes giving victory to one side and sometimes
to the other. The Trojan War was in fact as much a war of the gods as of
men, and in Homer's story we find Jupiter and Juno and Apollo and
Neptune and Venus and Minerva mentioned almost as frequently as the
Greek and Trojan heroes. In the beginning of the Iliad we find Apollo
sending a plague among the Greeks because of an insult offered to his
priest, Chryʹses; for the daughter of Chryses, a beautiful maiden named
Chry-seʹis, was carried off by Achilles after the taking of Theʹbe, a
town of Mysia.

During the long siege the Grecian chiefs extended the war into the
surrounding districts. While part of their forces was left at the camp
to protect the ships and keep the Trojans cooped up within their walls,
expeditions were sent out against many of the towns of Troas, or of the
neighboring countries which were allies and supporters of Troy. When the
Greeks captured a town they carried off not only the provisions and
riches it contained, but also many of its inhabitants, whom they sold as
slaves, according to the custom of the time, or kept as slaves in their
own service. In one of these expeditions Priam's youngest son,
Troʹi-lus, the hero of Shakespeare's play of "Troilus and Cresʹsi-da,"
was slain by Achilles.

It was in the tenth year of the war that Thebe was taken, and the maiden
Chryseis was captured. About the same time the town of Lyr-nesʹsus was
seized by an expedition, also led by Achilles, and among the prisoners
was a beautiful woman named Bri-seʹis. In the division of the spoils
among the chiefs, Chryseis fell to the share of Agamemnon, and the
maiden Briseis was given to Achilles, who took her to his tent with the
intention of making her his wife. But the priest Chryses was deeply
grieved at the taking away of his daughter, and he came to the Grecian
camp to beg the chiefs to restore her to him. In his hand he bore a
golden scepter bound with fillets, or green branches, the emblems of his
priestly office, and he also carried with him valuable gifts for King
Agamemnon. Being admitted to the presence of the warrior chiefs
assembled in council, he begged them to release his child.

    He sued to all, but chief implored for grace
    The brother-kings, of Atreus' royal race.
      "Ye kings and warriors! may your vows be crown'd,
    And Troy's proud walls lie level with the ground.
    May Jove restore you when your toils are o'er
    Safe to the pleasures of your native shore.
    But, oh! relieve a wretched parent's pain,
    And give Chryseis to these arms again."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

Hearing the prayer of the venerable priest, many of the chiefs were
moved to pity, and they advised that his request should be granted, but
Agamemnon angrily refused.

[Illustration: APOLLO.

_Berlin Museum._]


                                He dismissed
    The priest with scorn, and added threatening words:--
      "Old man, let me not find thee loitering here,
    Beside the roomy ships, or coming back
    Hereafter, lest the fillet thou dost bear
    And scepter of thy god protect thee not.
    This maiden I release not till old age
    Shall overtake her in my Argive home,
    Far from her native country."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Chryses then departed from the Grecian camp, and as he returned home in
sorrow, walking along the shores of the sea, he prayed to Apollo to
punish the insult thus offered to his priest.

    "O Smintheus! if I ever helped to deck
    Thy glorious temple, if I ever burned
    Upon thy altar the fat thighs of goats
    And bullocks, grant my prayer, and let thy shafts
    Avenge upon the Greeks the tears I shed."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Apollo heard the prayer of Chryses, and he sent a deadly plague upon the
Grecian army. With his silver bow, every clang of which was heard
throughout the camp, the archer god darted his terrible arrows among the
Greeks, smiting them down in great numbers.

              He came as comes the night,
    And, seated from the ships aloof, sent forth
    An arrow; terrible was heard the clang
    Of that resplendent bow. At first he smote
    The mules and the swift dogs, and then on man
    He turned the deadly arrow. All around
    Glared evermore the frequent funeral piles.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

For nine days the arrows of death were sent upon the Greek army, and the
funeral piles of the victims were continually burning, for it was the
custom in those times to burn the bodies of the dead. On the tenth day
of the plague Achilles called a council of the chiefs to consider how
the anger of the god might be appeased, and he spoke before them,
saying:

"Let us consult some prophet or priest who will tell us why Phœbus
Apollo is so much enraged with us, and whether he may, when we shall
have offered sacrifices upon his altar, take away this pestilence which
is destroying our people."

Then Calchas, the soothsayer, arose and said:

"O Achilles, I can tell why the god is wroth against us, and willing I
am to tell it, but perhaps I may irritate the king who rules over all
the Argives, and in his anger he may do evil to me. Promise me,
therefore, your protection, and I will declare why this plague has come
upon the Greeks."

"Fear nothing, O Calchas," answered Achilles. "While I am alive not one
of all the Greeks, not even Agamemnon himself, shall harm you."

    "Fear nothing, but speak boldly out whate'er
    Thou knowest, and declare the will of heaven.
    For by Apollo, dear to Jove, whom thou,
    Calchas, dost pray to, when thou givest forth
    The sacred oracles to men of Greece,
    No man, while yet I live, and see the light
    Of day, shall lay a violent hand on thee."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Thus encouraged, Calchas announced to the chiefs that Apollo was angry
because his priest had been dishonored and insulted by Agamemnon. This
was why the people were perishing, and the wrath of the god could be
appeased only by restoring Chryseis to her father, and sending a hundred
victims to be offered in sacrifice to the god. Upon hearing these words
Agamemnon was filled with anger against Calchas.

"Prophet of evil," he exclaimed, "never have you spoken anything good
for me. And now you say I must give up the maiden. I shall do so, since
I wish not the destruction of the people, but another I must have, for
it is not fitting that I alone of all the Argives shall be without a
prize."

To this Achilles answered that there was no prize just then that
Agamemnon could have. "How can we give you a prize," said he, "since
all the spoils have already been divided? We cannot ask the people to
return what has been given to them. Be satisfied then to let the maiden
go. When we have taken the strong city of Troy we will compensate you
fourfold."

"Not so," replied Agamemnon. "If the Greeks give me a suitable prize, I
shall be content, but if not, I will seize yours or that of Ajax or
Ulysses. This matter, however, we will attend to afterwards. For the
present let the maid be sent back to her father, that the wrath of the
Far-darter may be appeased."

At this Achilles was very angry, and he said:

"Impudent and greedy man, how can the Greeks fight bravely under your
command? As for me, I did not come here to make war against the Trojans
because of any quarrel of my own. The Trojans have done no wrong to me.
It is to get satisfaction for your brother we have come here in our
ships, and we do most of the fighting while to you is given most of the
spoils. But now I will return home to Phthia. Perhaps you will then have
little treasure to share."

Greatly enraged at this speech, Agamemnon replied in wrathful words: "Go
home, by all means, with your ships and your Myrmidons. Other chiefs
there are here who will honor me, and I care not for your anger."

                          "Thus, in turn,
    I threaten thee; since Phœbus takes away
    Chryseis, I will send her in my ship
    And with my friends, and, coming to thy tent,
    Will bear away the fair-cheeked maid, thy prize,
    Briseis, that thou learn how far I stand
    Above thee, and that other chiefs may fear
    To measure strength with me, and brave my power."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Furious at this threat, Achilles put his hand to his sword with the
intention of slaying Agamemnon, and he had half drawn the weapon from
its scabbard, but just at that moment the goddess Minerva stood behind
him and caught him by his yellow hair. She had been sent down from
heaven by Juno to pacify the hero, for Juno and Minerva were friendly to
the Greeks. Ever since the judgment on Mount Ida they hated Paris, and
the city and country to which he belonged, and therefore they wished
that there should be no strife amongst the Greek chiefs, which would
prevent them from taking and destroying the hated city.

Achilles was astonished when he beheld the goddess, who appeared to him
alone, being invisible to all the rest. He instantly knew who she was,
and he said to her: "O goddess, have you come to witness the insolence
of the son of Atreus? You shall also witness the punishment I shall
inflict upon him for his haughtiness."

But Minerva spoke soothing words to the hero:

    "I came from heaven to pacify thy wrath,
    If thou wilt heed my counsel. I am sent
    By Juno the white-armed, to whom ye both
    Are dear, who ever watches o'er you both.
    Refrain from violence; let not thy hand
    Unsheath the sword, but utter with thy tongue
    Reproaches, as occasion may arise,
    For I declare what time shall bring to pass;
    Threefold amends shall yet be offered thee,
    In gifts of princely cost, for this day's wrong.
    Now calm thy angry spirit, and obey."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Thus Minerva spoke, and Achilles, answering her, said: "Willingly, O
goddess, shall I observe your command, though in my soul much enraged,
for so it is better, since the gods are ever favorable to those who obey
them."

So speaking he put his sword back into its scabbard, while the goddess
swiftly returned to Olympus. Then the hero again addressed Agamemnon in
bitter words, and he took a solemn oath on the scepter he held in his
hand, that he would refuse to help the Greeks when they next should seek
his aid for battle with the Trojans.

      "Tremendous oath! inviolate to kings;
    By this I swear:--when bleeding Greece again
    Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

The venerable Nestor then arose to speak, and he begged the two chiefs
to cease quarreling with each other, for the Trojans, he said, would
greatly rejoice to hear of strife between the bravest men of the Greeks.
He advised Achilles, though of a goddess-mother born, not to contend
against his superior in authority, and he entreated Agamemnon not to
dishonor Achilles, the bulwark of the Greeks, by taking away the prize
which had been allotted to him.

    "Forbid it, gods! Achilles should be lost,
    The pride of Greece, and bulwark of our host."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

But the wise Nestor advised and entreated in vain. Agamemnon would not
yield from his purpose of taking away the prize of Achilles, and so the
council of the chiefs came to an end.

      Rising from that strife of words, the twain
    Dissolved the assembly at the Grecian fleet.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

[Illustration: ACHILLES DEPRIVED OF BRISEIS.

_Drawn by Hubbell._]

Immediately afterwards, by order of the king, the maiden Chryseis was
conducted to her father's home, and sacrifices were offered to Apollo.
The anger of the god being thus appeased, the army was relieved from
the plague. Then Agamemnon proceeded to carry out his threat against
Achilles. Calling two of his officers, or heralds, Tal-thybʹi-us and
Eu-rybʹa-tes, he commanded them thus:

      "Go ye to where Achilles holds his tent,
    And take the fair Briseis by the hand,
    And bring her hither. If he yield her not,
    I shall come forth to claim her with a band
    Of warriors, and it shall be worse for him."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Achilles received the heralds respectfully. He had no blame for them,
since they were but messengers. Nor did he refuse to obey the command of
the king. He delivered Briseis to the heralds, and they conducted her to
the tent of Agamemnon. Thus was committed the deed which brought
countless woes upon the Greeks, for Achilles, in deep grief and anger,
vowed that he would no more lead his Myrmidons to battle for a king who
had so dishonored and insulted him.

"Let these heralds," said he, "be the witnesses before gods and men of
the insult offered to me by this tyrant king, and when there shall be
need of me again to save the Greeks from destruction, appeal to me shall
be in vain."

Such was the origin of the wrath of Achilles, which is the subject of
Homer's Iliad. The Iliad is not a complete story of the Trojan War, but
an account of the disasters which happened to the Greeks through the
anger of Achilles. The poem, indeed, relates the events of only
fifty-eight days, but they were events of the highest interest and they
were very numerous. It is remarked by Pope that the subject of the Iliad
is the shortest and most single ever chosen by any poet. Yet Homer has
supplied a vaster variety of incidents, a greater number of councils,
speeches, battles, and events of all kinds, than are to be found in any
other poem.

The Iliad begins with the wrath of Achilles, which in the first line of
the first book is announced as the poet's theme:

    Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
    Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
    That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign
    The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain;
    Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore,
    Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore:
    Since great Achilles and Atrides strove,
    Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

The heavenly goddess here invoked was Calliʹope, the patroness of epic
song, and one of the nine Muses. These were sister deities, daughters of
Jupiter, who presided over poetry, science, music, and dancing. Apollo,
as god of music and the fine arts, was their leader. They held their
meetings on the top of Mount Par-nas'sus in Greece. On the slope of this
mount was the celebrated spring or fountain of Cas-taʹli-a, whose waters
were supposed to give the true poetic spirit to all who drank of them.

The epic poets usually began their poems by invoking the aid of the
Muse. Homer does this in the very first line of the Iliad, the word for
word translation of which is: "O goddess, sing the wrath of Achilles,
the son of Peleus."

So also the English poet, Milton, begins his great epic poem, "Paradise
Lost," which tells about the disobedience of Adam and Eve in the Garden
of Eden:

    Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
    Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
    Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
    With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
    Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
    _Sing, heavenly Muse_, that, on the secret top
    Of Oreb or of Sinai, didst inspire
    That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
    In the beginning how the heavens and earth
    Rose out of Chaos; or, if Sion hill
    Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd
    Fast by the oracle of God, _I thence_
    _Invoke thy aid_ to my advent'rous song.




VI. THE DREAM OF AGAMEMNON.


Very soon great evils came upon the Greeks because of the strife between
the chiefs. When Chryseis was restored to her father, Apollo stopped the
plague; but the wrong done to Achilles provoked the anger of another
deity. This was Thetis, who, having much power with Jupiter, was able to
persuade him to take up the cause of her injured son.

For as soon as the heralds departed from his tent, leading away the
fair-cheeked Briseis, Achilles withdrew from his friends, retired to the
seashore, and sitting there alone he bitterly wept, and with
outstretched hands prayed to his mother, Thetis. The goddess heard his
voice, and ascending from the depths of the ocean, where she dwelt in
the palace of her aged father, Nereus, she sat down beside the hero, and
soothing him with her hand, she inquired the cause of his distress. "Why
do you weep, my son? What grief has come upon thy mind?"

Then Achilles related to his mother what Agamemnon had done, and he
begged her to go to Mount Olympus and entreat Jupiter to punish the
insult that had been offered to her son. He spoke of the service she had
done for Jupiter long before, when Juno, Neptune, and Minerva had made a
plot to bind him, and cast him from the throne of heaven. They might
have succeeded in doing this if Thetis had not called Briʹa-reus up from
Pluto's kingdom to help Jupiter. Briareus was a mighty giant who had a
hundred hands, and his appearance in Olympus so terrified the
conspirators that they did not attempt to carry out their wicked plot.

"Now," said Achilles to his mother, "remind Jupiter of this, and beg him
to aid the Trojans and give them victory in battle, so that Agamemnon
may feel the effects of his folly in dishonoring me."

    "Ascend to heaven and bring thy prayer to Jove,
    If e'er by word or act thou gav'st him aid.
    For I remember, in my father's halls
    I often heard thee, glorying, tell how thou,
    Alone of all the gods, didst interpose
    To save the cloud-compeller, Saturn's son,
    From shameful overthrow, when all the rest
    Who dwell upon Olympus had conspired
    To bind him,--Juno, Neptune, and with them
    Pallas Athene. Thou didst come and loose
    His bonds, and call up to the Olympian heights
    The hundred-handed, whom the immortal gods
    Have named Briareus."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Thetis readily consented to do as her son desired.

"Not now, however!" said she, "for yesterday Jupiter went to
E-thi-oʹpi-a to a banquet, and all the gods went with him. But in twelve
days he will return. Then I will go to Olympus and tell your words to
thunder-delighting Jove, and I think I shall be able to persuade him to
grant your request."

                  "Thou, meanwhile, abide
    By thy swift ships, incensed against the Greeks,
    And take no part in all their battles more."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Thetis did not forget her promise. On the twelfth day, at the dawn of
morning, she emerged from beneath the waves, and went up to Olympus.
There she threw herself at the feet of Jupiter, as he sat on the summit
of the mount apart from the other gods, and earnestly prayed him to
grant victory to the Trojans until the Greeks should make amends to her
son for the injury that had been done him.

Now it may seem that it was not just to ask that the whole Greek army
should be punished for the act of their general. But the other chiefs
and their people were hardly less to blame than Agamemnon, for they did
not try to prevent him from doing the wrong. If they had opposed him
very much, he would not perhaps have dared to insult their greatest
warrior, the man without whose help they knew Troy could not be taken.
Therefore Thetis begged Jupiter to punish all the Greeks by giving
victory to the Trojans.

        "O Jupiter, my father, if among
    The immortals I have ever given thee aid
    By word or act, deny not my request.
    Honor my son whose life is doomed to end
    So soon; for Agamemnon, king of men,
    Hath done him shameful wrong: he takes from him
    And keeps the prize he won in war. But thou,
    Olympian Jupiter, supremely wise,
    Honor him thou, and give the Trojan host
    The victory, until the humbled Greeks
    Heap large increase of honors on my son."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

Jupiter hesitated for some time before consenting to grant the prayer of
Thetis.

"This," said he, "is a serious matter, for by doing as you desire I may
give offense to Juno, who has already been blaming me among the gods,
saying that I aid the Trojans in battle. However, since you will have it
so, I shall grant your request."

                        "And that thou
    Mayst be assured, behold, I give the nod;
    For this, with me, the immortals know, portends
    The highest certainty; no word of mine
    Which once my nod confirms can be revoked,
    Or prove untrue, or fail to be fulfilled."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

The awful nod was then given, and mighty Olympus trembled. Thetis,
rejoicing at the success of her mission, departed from the heavenly
regions and plunged into the depths of the sea, while Jupiter went to
his golden palace where the other gods were sitting around the
banqueting table. As he entered all rose up to do him honor, and met him
as he advanced to his throne. But his talk with Thetis had not escaped
the notice of Juno, and suspecting what it was about, she addressed her
spouse in harsh words.

"Thou art ever," said she, "plotting secret things apart from me, and
now I greatly fear that the silver-footed Thetis has persuaded thee to
do some evil to the Greeks."

    "Thou hast promised her, I cannot doubt,
    To give Achilles honor and to cause
    Myriads of Greeks to perish by their fleet."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book I.

"You are always suspecting," answered Jupiter, "but now it will avail
you nothing. Even though I have done what you say, such is my sovereign
pleasure. Be silent, and sit down in peace, and take care not to provoke
my anger."

[Illustration: JUNO.

_National Museum, Naples._]

At this point Vulcan interfered, entreating his mother, Juno, to submit
to the will of almighty Jove; "for," said he, "if the Thunderer wishes
to hurl us from our seats in heaven he can easily do it, since his power
is far greater than that of all the other gods."

Vulcan then reminded her how she and he had both been punished on a
former occasion for an offense against Jupiter. When Hercules was
returning to Greece from Troy after capturing that city, Juno, who hated
the great hero, caused a storm to be raised in the Ægean Sea, which
drove his ships out of their course and almost destroyed them. That she
might do this without Jupiter knowing it, she contrived to cast him into
a deep sleep. When he awoke and found out what she had done, he was so
angry that he hung her from the heavens by a golden chain, and tied two
heavy iron anvils to her feet. Vulcan tried to loose the chains and set
his mother free, and for this offense Jupiter hurled him from the abode
of the gods. He fell on the island of Lem'nos in the Ægean Sea, but some
of the inhabitants, seeing him descend, caught him in their arms.
Nevertheless, he broke his leg by the fall and was ever afterwards lame.

                                  How he fell
    From heaven they fabled, thrown by angry Jove
    Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn
    To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
    A summer's day; and with the setting sun
    Dropped from the zenith, like a falling star,
    On Lemnos, the Ægean isle.

    MILTON, _Paradise Lost_, Book I.

After reminding Juno of these things, and restoring peace between her
and the king of heaven, Vulcan took upon himself the office of
cupbearer. He poured nectar into golden goblets and served it round to
the gods and goddesses, all of whom laughed at the sight of the lame god
bustling through the banqueting hall performing the work of Ganymede.
They feasted till sunset, Apollo giving them sweet music from his lyre,
while the goddesses of song accompanied him with their voices.

        Thus the blest gods the genial day prolong,
    In feasts ambrosial, and celestial song.
    Apollo tuned the lyre; the Muses round
    With voice alternate aid the silver sound.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book I.

When the banquet was over, the gods and goddesses retired to their
palaces,--golden palaces built by Vulcan,--and they sought repose in
sleep. But Jupiter did not sleep, for he was thinking how he might carry
out his promise to Thetis. After much thought he resolved to send a
message to Agamemnon by means of a dream, telling him to lead his
forces at once against Troy, as it was the will of the gods that the
city should now fall into the hands of the Greeks. And so this false
Dream or Lying Spirit was sent on its deceitful errand. It took the form
of the venerable Nestor, and, appearing to Agamemnon while he was
sleeping in his tent, delivered to him the command of Jupiter:

    "Monarch, awake! 'tis Jove's command I bear;
    Thou and thy glory claim his heavenly care.
    In just array draw forth the embattled train,
    Lead all thy Grecians to the dusty plain;
    E'en now, O king! 'tis given thee to destroy
    The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

As soon as Agamemnon awoke he hastily called a council of the chiefs to
meet at the ships of Nestor. There he told them of the command of Jove,
as sent to him in his dream. All agreed that the divine will should be
obeyed, but Agamemnon, like a prudent general, thought it would be well,
before going to battle, to find out whether the troops, after their
toils of nine years, were still willing to support him in carrying on
the war. With this object he resolved to try the plan of pretending to
them that he had made up his mind to stop the siege and return at once
to Greece. But he directed the chiefs to advise their followers not to
consent to the proposal, and to encourage them to make one more fight
for the honor of their country. Then the heralds summoned the whole army
to assemble, and the vast host gathered together on the plain before the
camp, to listen to the words of their commander. Homer's description of
the muster of the forces on this occasion is very beautiful:

    The sceptred rulers lead; the following host,
    Pour'd forth by thousands, darkens all the coast.
    As from some rocky cleft the shepherd sees
    Clustering in heaps on heaps the driving bees,
    Rolling and blackening, swarms succeeding swarms,
    With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms;
    Dusky they spread, a close embodied crowd,
    And o'er the vale descends the living cloud.
    So, from the tents and ships, a lengthen'd train
    Spreads all the beach, and wide o'ershades the plain:
    Along the region runs a deafening sound;
    Beneath their footsteps groans the trembling ground.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

The whole Greek army being thus assembled, with the exception of the
wrathful Achilles and his Myrmidons, Agamemnon then addressed them,
leaning on his scepter. He told them he now believed that Troy could not
be taken, and that Jupiter, who before promised victory to the Greeks,
now commanded them to return to Argos.

"Let us therefore," said he, "get ready our ships and hasten to set sail
for our dear native land, where our wives with our beloved children sit
within their dwellings expecting us." The proposal was received with a
loud shout of joy, and the moment the king finished speaking, the vast
multitude began at once to make preparations for launching the vessels
into the sea.

    So was the whole assembly swayed; they ran
    With tumult to the ships; beneath their feet
    Rose clouds of dust, and each exhorted each
    To seize the ships and drag them to the deep.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

But Juno, from her seat on high Olympus, was watching these movements,
and she resolved that the war against the hated Trojans should not thus
come to an end. She therefore sent Minerva down with a message to
Ulysses. The azure-eyed goddess, as Minerva is often called by Homer,
hastened to the Grecian camp, and approached the Ithacan king, who was
standing near his ships, much grieved at seeing his countrymen preparing
to depart. Minerva addressed him in earnest words, begging him to use
his influence with the Greeks and persuade them not to go.

"It cannot be," said she, "that you, brave chiefs, will leave to Priam
the glory of victory, and to the Trojans possession of Helen, on whose
account so many of your people have perished, far from their native
land."

Ulysses knew the voice of the goddess, and promptly he complied with her
request. He went among the ships and talked to the leaders, reminding
them that it was not Agamemnon's wish that they should give up the war,
and entreating them to set an example of courage to their followers.

      "Warriors like you, with strength and wisdom bless'd,
    By brave examples should confirm the rest."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

He also spoke to the soldiers, reproving them for their hasty flight,
and bidding them listen to the words of their leaders, who knew better
than they when and how to act. His efforts were successful. As speedily
as they had fled to their ships the Greeks now rushed back, and again
assembled to await the orders of their commander.

    Back to the assembly roll the thronging train,
    Desert the ships, and pour upon the plain.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

But there was one evil-minded individual who tried to incite the others
to rebellion. This was Ther-siʹtes, a vulgar brawler, and the ugliest
man in the whole Greek army.

                      Of the multitude
    Who came to Ilium, none so base as he,--
    Squint-eyed, with one lame foot, and on his back
    A lump, and shoulders curving towards the chest;
    His head was sharp, and over it the hairs
    Were thinly scattered.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

This ill-conditioned grumbler, as deformed in mind as in body, took much
pleasure in abusing the bravest warriors of the army, particularly
Achilles and Ulysses. But on the present occasion he raised his shrill
voice in words of insult against Agamemnon. "Your tents," cried he to
the king, "are full of money and prizes bestowed upon you by us. Do you
want still more gold, which we by our valor must win for you from the
enemy? If the Greeks were not women instead of men, they would return
home in their ships and leave you here to fight the Trojans. Little
honor and few prizes would you then have!"

                      "O ye coward race!
    Ye abject Greeklings, Greeks no longer, haste
    Homeward with all the fleet, and let us leave
    This man at Troy to win his trophies here."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

Thus did Thersites revile Agamemnon, but his insolent speech brought
speedy punishment upon him. Ulysses, who was close at hand, turned with
angry looks upon the offender and rebuked him in stern language. Then
with his scepter he smote Thersites on the back and shoulders, until he
wept with pain and crouched down upon his seat in fear and trembling.

    Trembling he sat, and shrunk in abject fears,
    From his vile visage wiped the scalding tears.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book II.

All the Greeks laughed heartily at the cowering wretch as he wiped his
face, and they loudly applauded the act of the Ithacan chief. "Surely,"
said they, "Ulysses has performed many good deeds, but now he has done
the best thing of all in punishing this foul-mouthed reviler as he
deserved."

Then Ulysses, taking in his hand the famous scepter of Agamemnon, made
an eloquent speech to the army, Minerva, the azure-eyed, in the
appearance of a herald, having commanded the people to be silent, that
they might hear the words of the wisest of their leaders. It was upon
this occasion that the Ithacan king told the story of the serpent
devouring the birds at Aulis, as already related. Many of the Greeks had
forgotten the marvelous occurrence, and the prediction of Calchas that
in the tenth year of the siege Troy would be taken. Being now reminded
of it, they were filled with fresh hope and courage, for the tenth year
had come, and the end of the contest was not far off, which was to be
for them a great victory, as the soothsayer had declared. "Therefore,
brave Greeks," said Ulysses, after telling the story, "since the
prophecy is so near its fulfillment, let us all remain here until we
have captured the city of Priam."

        He spake, and loud applause thereon ensued
    From all the Greeks, and fearfully the ships
    Rang with the clamorous voices uttering
    The praises of Ulysses, and his words.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

The venerable Nestor and King Agamemnon then addressed the troops, after
which they all went to their tents and ships to prepare for battle. They
began by making the customary sacrifices to the gods, Agamemnon offered
up a fat ox five years old. Homer fully describes how this was done.
First the king and his chiefs stood around the ox, holding pounded
barley cakes in their upraised hands, and praying to Jupiter to grant
them victory in the approaching battle. After the prayer the ox was
killed, and the carcass cut into pieces. Portions of the flesh were then
burned on leafless billets, while other portions were roasted for the
banquet which followed.

After the banquet the loud-voiced heralds summoned all the warriors and
their followers to assemble. Immediately they came from their ships and
tents, and then, on the advice of Nestor, there was a review of the
whole army. The azure-eyed Minerva moved amongst them, bearing in her
hand the ægis, or shield of Jupiter, from which hung a hundred golden
fringes, each "worth a hundred oxen in price." She went through the
hosts of the Greeks encouraging them to fight bravely, and so they were
now more eager for battle than to return to their native land.

It is at this part of his story--the review of the forces--that Homer
gives the remarkable account known as the "Catalogue of the Ships." In
it he tells the names of all the Greek kings and princes and chiefs, the
Grecian states from which they came, and the number of ships which each
brought to the war. To do this was no easy task, and so the poet, before
undertaking it, again seeks the aid of the Muses:

          O Muses, goddesses who dwell on high,
    Tell me,--for all things ye behold and know,
    While we know nothing and may only hear
    The random tales of rumor,--tell me who
    Were chiefs and princes of the Greeks; for I
    Should fail to number and to name them all,--
    Had I ten tongues, ten throats, a voice unapt
    To weary, uttered from a heart of brass,--
    Unless the Muses aided me.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

The allies and leaders of the Trojans are also named and described in
the "Catalogue of the Ships," for they too were marshaling their forces
within the city. From their walls they had observed the movements of the
Greeks, and, moreover, Jupiter had sent down his swift-footed messenger,
Iʹris, to bid them get ready for battle. The goddess found Priam and
Hector and others of the chiefs of Troy sitting in council, and she told
them of the vast host of the Greeks that was just then marching towards
the city.

    "I have seen many battles, yet have ne'er
    Beheld such armies, and so vast as these,--
    In number like the sands and summer leaves.
    They march across the plain, prepared to give
    Battle beneath the city walls. To thee,
    O Hector, it belongs to heed my voice
    And counsel. Many are the allies within
    The walls of this great town of Priam, men
    Of diverse race and speech. Let every chief
    Of these array his countrymen for war,
    And give them orders for the coming fight."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

Hector promptly obeyed the command of the goddess. Dismissing the
council, he and the other chiefs at once placed themselves at the head
of their troops and marched forth through the gates into the plain.




VII. THE COMBAT BETWEEN MENELAUS AND PARIS.


The two great armies, now in battle array on the plain before the city
walls, began to advance towards each other. The Trojans moved along with
great clatter, which Homer compares to the noise of flocks of cranes:

                    The Trojan host moved on
    With shouts and clang of arms, as when the cry
    Of cranes is in the air, that, flying south
    From winter and its mighty breadth of rain,
    Wing their way over ocean.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

The Greeks, on the other hand, advanced in deep silence.

                    But silently the Greeks
    Went forward, breathing valor, mindful still
    To aid each other in the coming fray.
        As when the south wind shrouds a mountain-top
    In vapors that awake the shepherd's fear,--
    A surer covert for the thief than night,--
    And round him one can only see as far
    As one can hurl a stone,--such was the cloud
    Of dust that from the warriors' trampling feet
    Rose round their rapid march and filled the air.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

As soon as the armies approached each other, almost front to front,
Paris rushed forward from the Trojan lines, and challenged the Greeks to
send their bravest warrior to fight him in simple combat. In appearance
he was beautiful as a god. Over his shoulders he wore a panther's skin.
His weapons were a bow, a sword, and two spears tipped with brass, which
he brandished in his hands. The challenge was speedily answered by
Menelaus, who bounded from his chariot the moment he beheld Paris,
rejoicing that at last the time had come to have revenge on the man who
had so greatly wronged him.

        As a hungry lion who has made
    A prey of some large beast--a horned stag
    Or mountain goat--rejoices, and with speed
    Devours it, though swift hounds and sturdy youths
    Press on his flank, so Menelaus felt
    Great joy when Paris, of the godlike form,
    Appeared in sight, for now he thought to wreak
    His vengence on the guilty one, and straight
    Sprang from his car to earth with all his arms.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

But when Paris saw who it was that had come forth to fight him, he was
seized with a great fear, and he shrank back into the ranks of his
companions.

    As one who meets within a mountain glade
    A serpent, starts aside with sudden fright,
    And takes the backward way with trembling limbs.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Though Paris was really a brave man, his feeling of his own guilt and
the sight of Menelaus, whom he had injured, made him a coward for the
moment, and so he fled from before the face of the enraged king of
Sparta. The noble Hector was deeply vexed at seeing his brother's
flight, and in angry words upbraided him for his shameful conduct.

"Better would it have been," said he, "if you had never been born than
thus to bring disgrace upon us all. Well may the Greeks laugh at finding
that you, whom they supposed to be a hero, possess neither spirit nor
courage. You have brought evil on your father, your city, and your
people, by carrying away a beautiful woman from her husband, yet you now
fear to meet that warrior in battle. The Trojans are but a weak-minded
race, else they would have long since given you the death you deserve."

Paris admitted that his brother's rebuke was just, and he now declared
that he was willing to meet Menelaus in single combat, Helen and her
treasures to be the prize of the victor.

        "Cause the Trojans and the Greeks
    To pause from battle, while, between the hosts,
    I and the warlike Menelaus strive
    In single fight for Helen and her wealth.
    Whoever shall prevail and prove himself
    The better warrior, let him take with him
    The treasure and the woman, and depart;
    While all the other Trojans, having made
    A faithful league of amity? shall dwell
    On Ilium's fertile plain, and all the Greeks
    Return to Argos."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Hector rejoiced at his brother's words, and, immediately going forward
into the center of the open space between the two armies, he spoke in a
loud voice to the Greeks and Trojans, telling them of the proposal which
Paris had made. The brave Menelaus heard the challenge with delight, and
promptly accepted it.

        "Now hear me also,--me whose spirit feels
    The wrong most keenly. I propose that now
    The Greeks and Trojans separate reconciled,
    For greatly have ye suffered for the sake
    Of this my quarrel, and the original fault
    Of Paris. Whomsoever fate ordains
    To perish, let him die; but let the rest
    Be from this moment reconciled, and part."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

The Greeks and Trojans were happy at the hope thus offered of a speedy
end to the war. Hector sent for King Priam, that he and Agamemnon and
the other leaders on both sides might declare their approval of the
proposed conditions, and pledge themselves in the presence of both
armies to abide by the result of the combat between the two heroes. Just
then the Trojan monarch was seated on one of the watchtowers of the
walls, looking down on the plain where the great hosts were assembled.
With him were several of his venerable chiefs, now too old to take part
in fighting.

While they sat there the beautiful Helen came out from the palace to
witness the approaching conflict. She had been told of it by the
messenger Iris, who, descending from heaven, and taking the form of
La-odʹi-ce, one of Priam's daughters, appeared to Helen in her chamber.
There she was busy at her loom, making in golden tapestry a
representation of some of the great events of the war. In those days, as
we read in many parts of Homer, the noblest ladies, even queens and
their daughters, did not think it beneath them to work at spinning and
weaving and other useful occupations, and so Helen was employed when
Iris came to tell her that Paris and Menelaus were about to fight for
her and her treasure.

[Illustration: HELEN OF TROY.

_Painting by Lord Leighton._]

From her spinning Helen rose up and went to the walls to view the
combat. As she came near the place where Priam sat, even the venerable
chiefs were compelled to admire her wondrous beauty. "Fair as the
immortal goddesses she is," said they; "yet much better would it be if
she would return to her own country, and not remain here to bring ruin
upon us and our children." But Priam called to her to sit by his side,
and said to her:

    "No crime of thine our present sufferings draws,
    Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause
    The gods these armies and this force employ,
    The hostile gods conspire the fate of Troy."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

Then King Priam asked Helen to name for him some of the Greek leaders
whom he saw before him, not far from the city walls.

"Who is that tall and gallant hero," he asked, "who seems like unto a
king? Never have I beheld a man so graceful, nor so venerable." "Revered
and honored father," answered Helen, "would that death had taken me
before I left my husband and home to come with your son hither, but the
Fates did not will it so, therefore am I here. That hero whom you see is
the wide-ruling Agamemnon, the son of Atreus, both a good king and a
brave warrior, and once my brother-in-law."

    "My brother once, before my days of shame,
    And oh! that still he bore a brother's name!"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

"O happy Agamemnon," exclaimed Priam, "fortunate in ruling over so
mighty a host! But who is this other chief, less in height than
Agamemnon, though broader in the shoulders? His arms lie on the ground,
while he himself moves from rank to rank like a thick-fleeced ram which
wanders through a great flock of sheep."

    "The stately ram thus measures o'er the ground,
    And, master of the flock, surveys them round."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

"That," said Helen, "is the wise Ulysses, man of many arts. Though
nursed in a rugged island, yet is he skilled in all kinds of stratagem
and prudent counsel." Ajax and Idomeneus were next noticed by King
Priam,--Ajax the mighty, who overtopped the Argives by his head and
shoulders, and Idomeneus the valiant king of Crete. Helen knew them
well, for she had seen them at her Spartan home.

    "Ajax the great," the beauteous queen replied,
    "Himself a host; the Grecian strength and pride.
    See! bold Idomeneus superior towers
    Amid yon circle of his Cretan powers,
    Great as a god! I saw him once before,
    With Menelaus on the Spartan shore.
    The rest I know, and could in order name;
    All valiant chiefs, and men of mighty fame."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

But at this point the heralds sent by Hector came to tell Priam that he
was wanted on the plain below to approve the terms of the challenge.
Immediately the king, descending from the ramparts, mounted his chariot,
accompanied by his wise counselor, Antenor. They drove through the Scæan
Gate into the space between both armies, and there, with the ceremonies
usual on such occasions, a solemn league was formed between the two
monarchs. First, they mixed in a bowl wine brought by both parties. This
was an emblem of reconciliation. Next, water was poured on the hands of
the kings, after which Agamemnon cut with his dagger hairs from the
heads of three lambs. These were divided among the chiefs on both sides,
so that all might be bound by the pledge about to be made. Then
Agamemnon, stretching forth his hands, prayed thus aloud:

"O father Jupiter, most glorious, most mighty, and thou, O Sun, who
beholdest all things, and ye rivers, and thou earth, and ye in the
regions of the dead that punish those who swear false oaths, be ye
witnesses of this league. If, on the one hand, Paris slay Menelaus, let
him keep Helen and all her possessions, and let us return home in our
ships. But if, on the contrary, Menelaus slay Paris, let the Trojans
restore Helen and all her treasures, and pay a fine to the Argives such
as may be just."

Then the lambs were sacrificed, and the kings drank of the mixed wine.
Some of it was also poured on the earth, while the Greeks and Trojans
joined in praying that terrible punishment might be sent upon any person
who should violate the league:

    "Hear, mighty Jove! and hear, ye gods on high!
    And may their blood, who first the league confound,
    Shed like this wine, disdain the thirsty ground."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book III.

Such was the league formed between the kings and chiefs of the two great
armies. Priam then went back to the city, for he could not bear to
witness a conflict in which his son might be slain. Lots were now drawn
to decide which of the warriors should cast his spear first. Paris won,
and immediately the champions, putting on their armor and taking up
their weapons, advanced into the middle of the ground that Hector and
Ulysses had measured out for the combat.

Then the fight began. Paris hurled his javelin, but Menelaus warded off
the blow with his strong brazen shield. In his turn the Spartan king
poised his long spear for a throw at his enemy. At the same time he
prayed to Jupiter to give him strength and victory:

        "O Sovereign Jove! vouchsafe that I avenge
    On guilty Paris wrongs which he was first
    To offer; let him fall beneath my hand,
    That men may dread hereafter to requite
    The friendship of a host with injury."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Then Menelaus cast his spear. It pierced the shield and corselet of
Paris, and might have made a fatal wound had he not bent himself
sideways, and so escaped the full force of the weapon. Instantly
Menelaus rushed forward, sword in hand, and dealt a powerful blow at his
enemy's head. This time Paris was saved by the brazen helmet he wore,
for when Menelaus struck it, the blade of his sword broke in pieces.

Angry at his ill luck, the Spartan warrior seized his foe by the
horsehair crest of his helmet, and began to drag him towards the Grecian
lines; but at this point Venus came to the aid of her favorite. Standing
unseen beside him, she broke the helmet strap under his chin, and thus
released him from the grasp of the wrathful Menelaus. Then she cast a
thick mist around the Trojan prince, and, carrying him off to the city,
set him down in his chamber, within his own palace. The goddess also
conducted Helen to the palace, from the watchtower in which, after her
conversation with Priam, she had remained to witness the combat on the
plain. As soon as Helen beheld Paris she spoke to him in harsh words:

        "Com'st thou from battle? Rather would that thou
    Hadst perished by the mighty hand of him
    Who was my husband. It was once, I know,
    Thy boast that thou wert more than peer in strength
    And power of hand, and practice with the spear,
    To warlike Menelaus. Go then now,
    Defy him to the combat once again.
    And yet I counsel thee to stand aloof,
    Nor rashly seek a combat, hand to hand,
    With fair-haired Menelaus, lest perchance
    He smite thee with his spear and thou be slain."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Meanwhile the Spartan king, furious as a lion, paced up and down the
field searching for Paris, but not even the Trojans could tell where he
was. If he were amongst them they would not have concealed him, for they
loved him not, knowing that he was the cause of all the sufferings which
the long war had brought upon them.

                              None of all
    The Trojans, or of their renowned allies,
    Could point him out to Menelaus, loved
    Of Mars; and had they known his lurking-place
    They would not for his sake have kept him hid,
    For like black death they hated him.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book III.

Paris having disappeared from the field, the Greeks claimed the victory
for their champion, and Agamemnon called upon the Trojans to give up
Helen and her treasures, in accordance with the conditions of the
league. But the gods did not thus will it. The Fates had decreed the
destruction of Troy, and so the war could not have a peaceful ending.
Besides, the Greeks were doomed to suffer as Jupiter had promised
Thetis, because of the wrong that had been done to Achilles. Therefore,
after the matter had been discussed in a council of the gods in their
golden palace on Olympus, Minerva was sent down to urge the Trojans to
attack the Greeks, so that the league might be broken, and the war
renewed. According to the custom of heavenly messengers in such cases,
the goddess took the form of La-odʹo-cus, son of Antenor. Then,
approaching Panʹda-rus, a famous archer of the Trojan allies, she
persuaded him to aim an arrow at Menelaus.

"Great honor," she said, "you will have from all the Trojans, if you
slay the son of Atreus, and from Paris you may expect splendid gifts."

But Minerva, being friendly to the Greeks, did not really wish that
Menelaus should be killed; therefore, when Pandarus bent his bow and
with true aim let fly his arrow, she took care to turn the deadly weapon
aside.

    Pallas assists, and (weakened in its force)
    Diverts the weapon from its destined course:
    So from her babe, when slumber seals his eye,
    The watchful mother wafts the envenom'd fly.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book IV.

Nevertheless the arrow pierced the Spartan king's belt and made a slight
wound, but the skillful surgeon, Ma-chaʹon, son of the famous physician,
Æsculapius, stanched the blood and applied soothing balsams which his
father had taught him to use.

The league being thus broken by the treacherous act of Pandarus, both
sides at once prepared for battle. Agamemnon went on foot through his
army, speaking words of praise to the chiefs, whom he found active in
marshaling and encouraging their men. "Father Jupiter," he said, "will
not help those Trojans who have so basely broken their solemn pledges.
When we have taken their city we shall carry away rich spoils in our
ships." Of all the leaders none arranged and directed his troops more
wisely than the venerable Nestor.

    The cavalry with steeds and cars he placed
    In front. A vast and valiant multitude
    Of infantry he stationed in the rear,
    To be the bulwark of the war. Between
    He made the faint of spirit take their place,
    That, though unwillingly, they might be forced
    To combat with the rest.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IV.

Then he gave strict orders to the charioteers, warning them not to trust
too much to their valor, or rashly advance in front of their comrades.

        "Let no man, too vain of horsemanship,
    And trusting in his valor, dare advance
    Beyond the rest to attack the men of Troy,
    Nor let him fall behind the rest, to make
    Our ranks the weaker. Whoso from his car
    Can reach an enemy's, let him stand and strike
    With his long spear, for 'tis the shrewder way."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IV.

[Illustration]




VIII. THE FIRST GREAT BATTLE.


[Illustration: _Design by Burne-Jones._]

Nearly three books of the Iliad are occupied in telling about the battle
that now followed, though it lasted only one day. But it was a fierce
and mighty conflict in which many brave warriors fought and fell.

              For that day
    Saw many a Trojan slain, and many a Greek,
    Stretched side by side upon the bloody field.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IV.

All the chiefs of both armies took part in this battle, except Achilles,
who still remained inactive at his ships, "indignant for the sake of the
fair-haired Briseis." The heroes of the day on the Trojan side were
Hector and Æneas. Of the Greeks (also sometimes called A-chaʹians) none
performed so many feats of valor as Diomede (or Diomed), also called
Ty-diʹdes, from the name of his father, Tyʹdeus. He was the particular
favorite of Minerva, who caused a bright light to shine from his shield
and helmet, which made him a striking figure in the field, and very
terrible to the enemy.

              Pallas to Tydides Diomed
    Gave strength and courage, that he might appear
    Among the Achaians greatly eminent,
    And win a glorious name. Upon his head
    And shield she caused a constant flame to play,
    Like to the autumnal star that shines in heaven
    Most brightly when new-bathed in ocean tides.
    Such light she caused to beam upon his crest
    And shoulders, as she sent the warrior forth
    Into the thick and tumult of the fight.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

Diomede slew many brave warriors, and often, breaking through the close
ranks of the Trojans, drove them back towards their walls, before he
himself was smitten with an arrow sent flying at him by the archer
Pandarus. The weapon pierced his shoulder right through, and the blood
came streaming down his armor. Then Pandarus shouted to his comrades to
advance, boasting that now the bravest of the Greeks was fatally
wounded. But Diomede prayed to Minerva for aid, and his prayer was
heard. Immediately the goddess appeared and stood beside him, and in an
instant healed his wound. Then she encouraged him, saying: "Henceforth
fight with confidence, O Diomede. I have given you great strength. I
have also removed from your eyes the mortal mists which heretofore were
upon them, so that now you may know gods from men. Beware, however, of
using your weapons against any god, unless Venus should come into the
battle. Her I desire and command you to wound."

[Illustration: MINERVA.

_Vatican, Rome._]

With fresh courage and increased fury Diomede again rushed into the
conflict, striking down a Trojan with every blow of his huge sword.
Æneas, noticing his exploits, hastily sought out Pandarus and begged him
to aim an arrow at the man who was thus destroying their ranks.

"That man," said Pandarus, "very much resembles the warlike son of
Tydeus, and if it be he, some god is surely at his side to protect him,
for only a little ago I smote him in the shoulder, and I thought I had
sent him to Pluto's kingdom. Of small use it seems is this bow of mine.
Already I have aimed at two chiefs, Menelaus and Diomede, and wounded
both, but I have only roused them the more to heroic deeds."

                        "In an evil hour
    I took my bow and quiver from the wall
    And came to lead the Trojans for the sake
    Of Hector. But if ever I return
    To see my native country and my wife
    And my tall spacious mansion, may some foe
    Strike off my head if with these hands I fail
    To break my bow in pieces, casting it
    Into the flames, a useless weapon now."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

But Æneas made the great archer try his skill once more. Taking Pandarus
with him in his own chariot, he drove rapidly to where Diomede was
dealing death amongst the Trojans with his terrible sword. Sthenʹe-lus,
the companion and charioteer of Diomede, saw them coming, and he advised
his friend to retreat, and not risk his life in a contest with two such
heroes as Æneas and Pandarus, one the son of a goddess, and the other
excelling all men in the use of the bow. But Diomede sternly refused to
retire from the conflict. Nor would he even consent to mount his chariot
as Sthenelus urged him to do.

"As I am," said he, "I shall advance against them, for Minerva has made
me fearless. And if it be my fortune to slay both, do you, Sthenelus,
seize the horses of Æneas and drive them into the ranks of the Greeks.
Valuable prizes they will be, for they are of that heavenly breed which
Jupiter gave to King Tros as the price of his son Ganymede."

But now the chariot of Æneas was close at hand. This time Pandarus used
his spear, which he launched with great force. It struck the shield of
Diomede and, piercing it through, fixed itself in his breastplate. With
a shout of joy Pandarus exclaimed, "Now, I think, I have given you your
death wound."

"Not so," replied the son of Tydeus, "thou hast missed thy aim, but one
of you, at least, shall die." As he spoke he hurled his lance. Directed
by Minerva, the weapon flew right into the face of the unfortunate
Pandarus, striking him lifeless to the earth.

    Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground;
    Earth groans beneath him, and his arms resound.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

Instantly Æneas leaped down from his chariot, with his shield and spear,
to defend the body of his heroic comrade against being despoiled by the
Greeks. This was one of the customs of war in those times. When a hero
was slain in battle the enemy carried off his arms and armor as trophies
of victory. But Æneas did his best to protect the corpse of his fallen
friend from being thus dishonored.

    Watchful he wheels, protects it every way,
    As the grim lion stalks around his prey.
    O'er the fall'n trunk his ample shield displayed,
    He hides the hero with his mighty shade,
    And threats aloud! the Greeks with longing eyes
    Behold at distance, but forbear the prize.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

But Diomede, braver than the rest, took up a great stone and hurled it
at Æneas.

    Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,
    Such men as live in these degenerate days.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book. V.

It struck the Trojan hero on the hip, tearing the flesh and crushing the
joint. He sank upon his knees, a dark mist covering his eyes. And now
Æneas would have perished by the sword of the furious Diomede had not
his mother, Venus, come quickly to his aid. With her shining robe the
goddess shielded his body, and spreading her arms about him she bore him
away from the battle. Then Sthenelus, not forgetting the bidding of his
friend, rushed forward, and, seizing the fleet steeds of the Dardan
prince, drove them off to the Grecian camp.

But Diomede went in pursuit of Venus. He had seen and recognized her as
she descended on the field, Minerva having given him power of sight to
know gods from men. The goddess also, as we have seen, commanded him to
wound Venus should she come into the field. Diomede, therefore, when he
had overtaken Venus, as she was bearing away the Trojan hero, thrust at
her with his lance, and pierced the skin of her tender hand. From the
wound out gushed the Iʹchor, as the blood of the gods was called.

                            The ichor,--such
    As from the blessed gods may flow; for they
    Eat not the wheaten loaf, nor drink dark wine;
    And therefore they are bloodless, and are called
    Immortal.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

Crying aloud with pain, the goddess dropped her son from her arms, but
Apollo enveloped him in a thick cloud, thus saving him from the wrath of
the furious Greeks. Meanwhile the swift-footed Iris hastened down from
heaven to the aid of Venus, whom she conducted to where Mars sat on the
left of the battlefield, watching the conflict. At the entreaty of his
wounded sister.

                      Mars resigned to her his steeds
    With trappings of bright gold. She climbed the car,
    Still grieving, and, beside her, Iris took
    Her seat, and caught the reins and plied the lash.
    On flew the coursers, on, with willing speed,
    And soon were at the mansion of the gods
    On high Olympus.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

There the goddess was affectionately received by her mother, Di-oʹne,
who begged her to be patient, reminding her that in times past others of
the gods had suffered by the hands of men. Mars, she said, was chained
in a brazen cell for fifteen months by the giants Oʹtus and
Eph-i-alʹtes, and he would perhaps have perished there but that Mercury
set him free by stealing into the cell, and slipping the chains out of
the rings to which they were fastened. Juno herself, and Pluto, the god
of Hades, were wounded by Hercules. "As for this son of Tydeus," said
Dione, "who has dared to war upon an immortal, he shall be punished for
his crime."

                                  "The fool!
    He knew not that, the man who dares to meet
    The gods in combat lives not long. No child
    Shall prattling call him father when he comes
    Returning from the dreadful tasks of war."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

Dione then wiped the ichor from the hand of Venus, and at her touch the
wound healed and the pain ceased.

Meanwhile, on the plain before Troy Diomede still eagerly pursued Æneas,
though knowing that the hero was under divine protection. Thrice did he
rush on, and thrice did Apollo drive him back, but when he made the
fourth attempt,

    The archer of the skies, Apollo, thus
    With menacing words rebuked him: "Diomed,
    Beware; desist, nor think to make thyself
    The equal of a god. The deathless race
    Of gods is not as those who walk the earth."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

Diomede shrank back, fearing the wrath of the Far-darter, and Apollo
bore Æneas away, and set him down in his own temple in sacred
Perʹga-mus, the citadel of Troy. There Diana and La-toʹna, the mother of
Apollo, healed his wound and restored his health and strength. Then
Apollo begged Mars to assist the Trojans in the battle, and particularly
to drive from the field the impious son of Tydeus, who had dared to
attack the immortals with his spear, and would now fight even with
Jupiter himself. The god of war consented, and assuming the form of
Acʹa-mas, a Thracian leader, he went through the Trojan ranks
encouraging the chiefs to fight bravely.

        "O sons of Priam, him who claims descent
    From Jupiter! how long will ye submit
    To see your people slaughtered by the Greeks?
    Is it until the battle-storm shall reach
    Your city's stately portals?"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

The hero Sarpedon also appealed to Hector, and then the Trojan commander
in chief, leaping from his chariot, and brandishing his javelins,
rushed among his troops exhorting them to battle.

                                  Terrible
    The conflict that ensued. The men of Troy
    Made head against the Greeks: the Greeks stood firm,
    Nor ever thought of flight.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book V.

Soon, however, the Greeks were forced to fall back. Their great chiefs,
Agamemnon and Menelaus, and the two Ajaxes and Ulysses, performed
wondrous deeds of courage, slaying many Trojan warriors. But Minerva had
left the field, and Mars was fighting on the Trojan side. Æneas, too,
had returned to the battle with renewed strength and courage, and Hector
and Sarpedon were in the front, dealing death among the enemy. The
fierce god of war and mighty Hector fought side by side, and they slew
numbers of Argive warriors.

Such destruction of her beloved Greeks was not pleasing to Juno, who was
watching the conflict from her place on high Olympus, and she begged of
Jupiter to permit her to drive Mars from the battle. Jupiter consented,
but he advised her to intrust that work to Minerva, who had often before
"brought grievous troubles on the god of war." Juno obeyed. Then the two
goddesses, who had already mounted the queen of heaven's own grand
chariot, glittering with gold and silver and brass, set out for the
Grecian camp.

    Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame;
    The circles gold, of uncorrupted frame,
    Such as the heavens produce: and round the gold
    Two brazen rings of work divine were roll'd.
    The bossy naves of solid silver shone;
    Braces of gold suspend the moving throne;
    The car, behind, an arching figure bore;
    The bending concave form'd an arch before.
    Silver the beam, the extended yoke was gold,
    And golden reins the immortal coursers hold.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

Riding in this magnificent chariot, driven by Juno herself, "midway
between the earth and the starry heaven," the goddesses descended upon
the plain of Troy, near where the Simois and the Scamander united their
streams. There they alighted, and cast a dense mist around the chariot
and the steeds to hide them from mortal view. Then they hastened to
where the bravest of the Greek chiefs were standing around the warrior
Diomede, Juno likening herself to the herald Stenʹtor, who had a voice
louder than the shout of fifty men.

    Stentor the strong, endued with brazen lungs,
    Whose throat surpass'd the force of fifty tongues.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

Appearing before the Greek chiefs in the form of the loud-voiced
herald, the queen of heaven cried out in words of reproof:

"Shame upon you, Argives! You are heroes only in name. While the divine
Achilles was with you, fighting at the front, the Trojans dared not
advance beyond their gates, for they dreaded his mighty spear; but now
they are almost at your ships."

Minerva, too, severely censured Diomede for holding back from the
battle, but the warrior answered that it was by her command that he had
refrained from attacking Mars. "You did not permit me," said he, "to
fight with any of the gods except Venus."

"Fear not this Mars at all," answered Minerva, "nor any of the
immortals. Come now and direct your steeds against the war god, and I
will be with you." So saying, and putting on her head the helmet of
Pluto, which made any person who wore it invisible, she mounted the
chariot beside the brave Diomede, and, seizing the reins, drove rapidly
to where the fierce Mars was slaying Greek warriors.

As soon as Mars beheld Diomede approaching, he rushed against him, and
hurled his brazen spear; but Minerva grasped the weapon and turned it
aside from the chariot. Diomede now thrust forward his lance, Minerva
directing it, and adding her strength to give force to the blow. It
pierced the loin of the war god, making a deep wound.

                        Mars bellows with the pain:
    Loud as the roar encountering armies yield,
    When shouting millions shake the thundering field.
    Both armies start, and trembling gaze around;
    And earth and heaven rebellow to the sound.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book V.

The wounded god disappeared in a dark cloud, and, quickly ascending to
Olympus, made bitter complaint to Jupiter against Minerva. But the king
of heaven sternly reproved him, saying that he had brought his
sufferings upon himself, for discord and wars were always his delight.
Nevertheless he ordered Pæʹon, the physician of the gods, to heal the
wound, which was immediately done.

Meanwhile Juno and Minerva returned to Olympus, Mars being removed from
the battlefield. And now the fortune of war began to favor the Greeks.
The Trojans, no longer aided by a god fighting on their side, were
driven back to their walls, and it seemed as if they were about to be
totally defeated. In this perilous situation Helenus, the prophet and
soothsayer, advised his brother Hector to go quickly into the city, and
request their mother, the queen, to call together the matrons of Troy,
and with them to offer up sacrifices and prayers in the temple of
Minerva, begging the help and protection of that goddess. The advice
seemed good to Hector. Leaping from his chariot, he went through the
army bidding the warriors to fight bravely during his absence. Then he
hastened to the city. At the Scæan Gate he was met by crowds of anxious
wives and mothers and daughters, who eagerly inquired for their
husbands, sons, and brothers.

                          He admonished all
    Duly to importune the gods in prayer,
    For woe, he said, was near to many a one.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

Arriving at the royal palace Hector was met by his mother, who offered
him wine to refresh himself with. But the hero would not taste the
liquor. "Do not ask me to drink wine, dear mother," he said, "for it
would enfeeble me, and deprive me of my strength and valor."

    "Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind,
    Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book VI.

Then Hector told his mother why he had come from the field of battle.
She gladly consented to do as her son requested, and so Queen Hecuba and
the matrons of Troy went to the temple of Minerva, and prayed and
offered sacrifices. But the goddess refused to hear their prayers, for
she still hated the Trojans because of the never-forgotten judgment on
Mount Ida.

Meantime the hero went to the palace of Paris, whom he found in his
chamber, handling and preparing his armor, while Helen sat near him with
her maids, directing their various tasks. Angry at seeing his brother
thus engaged, instead of being in the front of the fight, Hector
reproached him in sharp and bitter words.

"The people," said he, "are perishing, the conflict rages round the
walls, and all on your account. Arise, then, and act, lest our city soon
be in flames." Paris answered mildly, saying that he deserved his
brother's censure, and promising that he would immediately repair to the
field of battle.

Hector next proceeded to his own home to visit his dear wife,
An-dromʹa-che, and his infant son; "for I know not," said he, "whether I
shall ever return to them again." Arriving at the palace, he learned
from Andromache's maids that their mistress had just gone towards the
city walls.

        "To the lofty tower of Troy she went
    When it was told her that the Trojan troops
    Lost heart, and that the valor of the Greeks
    Prevailed. She now is hurrying toward the walls.
    Like one distracted, with her son and nurse."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

Leaving the palace, Hector hastened through the city, and, arriving at
the Scæan Gate, he there met Andromache and her nurse, the latter
bearing in her arms the infant Sca-man'dri-us. His father had given the
child this name, from the name of the river, but the people called him
As-tyʹa-nax, meaning "city-king." The lines in which Homer describes the
interview which here took place between the noble Hector and his loving
wife, are among the most beautiful of the whole Iliad. Andromache was a
daughter of E-ëʹti-on, king of Thebe, the town from which the maiden
Chryseis was carried away. Eëtion and all his family had been slain,
with the exception of Andromache, who therefore had now neither parents
nor brothers nor sisters. Of this she spoke in touching words, while
entreating Hector to remain within the city and not again risk his life
in battle.

      "Too brave! thy valor yet will cause thy death:
    Thou hast no pity on thy tender child,
    Nor me, unhappy one, who soon must be
    Thy widow. All the Greeks will rush on thee
    To take thy life. A happier lot were mine,
    If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
    For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
    Nothing but sorrow. Father I have none,
    And no dear mother. Great Achilles slew
    My father when he sacked the populous town
    Of the Cilicians,--Thebe with high gates.
                                  Hector, thou
    Art father and dear mother now to me,
    And brother and my youthful spouse besides.
    In pity keep within the fortress here,
    Nor make thy child an orphan nor thy wife
    A widow."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

Hector was deeply moved by these words, but he could not think of
deserting his brave companions.

                                  "All this
    I bear in mind, dear wife; but I should stand
    Ashamed before the men and long-robed dames
    Of Troy, were I to keep aloof and shun
    The conflict, cowardlike. Not thus my heart
    Prompts me, for greatly have I learned to dare
    And strike among the foremost sons of Troy,
    Upholding my great father's fame and mine;
    Yet well in my undoubting mind I know
    The day shall come in which our sacred Troy,
    And Priam, and the people over whom
    Spear-bearing Priam rules, shall perish all."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

But it was not the dark prospect of his country's ruin that grieved the
loving husband so much as the thought that his wife might some day be
carried off as a slave by the conquering Greeks.

    "But not the sorrows of the Trojan race,
    Nor those of Hecuba herself, nor those
    Of royal Priam, nor the woes that wait
    My brothers many and brave,--who all at last,
    Slain by the pitiless foe, shall lie in dust,--
    Grieve me so much as thine, when some mailed Greek
    Shall lead thee weeping hence, and take from thee
    Thy day of freedom.    .    .    .    .
                              O let the earth
    Be heaped above my head in death before
    I hear thy cries as thou art borne away!"

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

[Illustration: HECTOR PARTING FROM ANDROMACHE.

_Painting by Maignan._]

Then Hector stretched out his hands to embrace his son, but the little
fellow shrank back and screamed in fright at the nodding crest on his
father's helmet. Both parents gently smiled, and Hector, taking off his
helmet, and placing it on the ground, kissed his boy, and fondled him in
his arms, praying to the gods that he might become a brave warrior, and
the defender of his country.

        "O Jupiter and all ye deities,
    Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become
    Among the Trojans eminent like me,
    And nobly rule in Ilium. May they say,
    'This man is greater than his father was.'"

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

The parting between the hero and his sorrowing wife was very affecting.
Andromache received the infant from his father's arms, mingling tears
with her smiles as she looked into the face of her child.

                                  The chief
    Beheld, and, moved with tender pity, smoothed
    Her forehead gently with his hand and said:--
    "Sorrow not thus, beloved one, for me.
    No living man can send me to the shades
    Before my time; no man of woman born,
    Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
    But go thou home, and tend thy labors there,--
    The web, the distaff,--and command thy maids
    To speed the work. The cares of war pertain
    To all men born in Troy, and most to me."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VI.

Then Hector took his helmet from the ground, and Andromache departed for
her home, "oft looking back, and shedding many tears."

As the hero went out at the Scæan Gate, after taking leave of his wife,
he met Paris, arrayed in his shining armor, and eager to join the
battle. Together they rushed into the plain, and slew many of the enemy.
The goddess Minerva, observing that the battle was going against the
Greeks, quickly descended from the top of Olympus. Apollo, seeing her
from the Trojan citadel, hastened to meet her, and he proposed that they
should now bring the conflict to an end for the day. With this object,
Minerva having consented, they both agreed to cause Hector to challenge
one of the Greek warriors to engage with him in single combat. Helenus,
being a soothsayer, knew the purpose of the gods, and he told his
brother. "But," said he, "you shall not fall in the fight, for it is not
thy fate yet to perish. Thus have the immortal gods spoken, and I have
heard their voice."

Hector rejoiced at his brother's words, and immediately advancing to the
front of the army he commanded the Trojans to cease fighting.

                        He bore his spear,
    Holding it in the middle, and pressed back
    The ranks of Trojans, and they all sat down.
    And Agamemnon caused the well-armed Greeks
    To sit down also.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.

Then the Trojan chief, standing between the two hosts, spoke in a loud
voice, and challenged the bravest of the Greeks to engage with him in
mortal combat. For a few moments there was silence in the ranks of the
Argives. Even the boldest of them hesitated at the thought of fighting
such a warrior as Hector. At length Menelaus, rising from his seat,
declared that he was ready to accept the challenge, and so he put on his
armor. But Agamemnon held him back, warning him against rashly venturing
into a conflict with a man who was much stronger and braver than he, and
whom every other chief, even Achilles himself, regarded with fear.

Nestor then arose, and in severe words upbraided his countrymen for
their want of courage. "Would that my frame were unworn with years," he
exclaimed, "then Hector should soon find a foe to meet him; but now
among the bravest of the Achaians there is no one to meet the Trojan
leader in arms."

The venerable Nestor had no sooner ceased speaking than nine warriors
started to their feet, every one eager for the honor of being permitted
to accept the challenge of Hector. Among them were Agamemnon, the two
Ajaxes, Diomede, and Ulysses. Nestor then proposed that one should be
chosen by lot. This was agreed to, and lots being cast, the honor fell
to Ajax Telamon, the mightiest and most valiant of the Greeks except
Achilles. The hero greatly rejoiced, believing that he would conquer
Hector, and so he quickly put on his armor, and went forward to the
ground marked out for the combat.

    His massy javelin quivering in his hand,
    He stood, the bulwark of the Grecian band.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book VII.

Hector having also taken his place on the ground, the combat began.
First the Trojan chief, brandishing his long spear, hurled it at his
foe. Ajax received it on his shield, which was made of seven folds of
oxhides and an eighth fold of solid brass. Through six of the hides the
weapon of Hector pierced, but it stuck fast in the seventh.

Then the Grecian champion sent forth his javelin. It passed right
through Hector's shield and corselet, and might have proved fatal, had
the hero not quickly bent aside his body. Again both champions launched
spears, one after the other. This time Hector was slightly wounded in
the neck. Nothing daunted, however, he seized a huge stone which lay at
his feet, and hurled it at Ajax. It struck the hero's shield and the
brass resounded with the blow. Quickly the Argive warrior took up a much
larger stone, and flung it at his antagonist with tremendous force. The
stone crashed through Hector's shield, and, striking him on the knee,
stretched him flat on the ground. But Apollo instantly raised him up,
renewing his strength, and then with their swords the two heroes fell
upon each other, fighting hand to hand. At this point, night having come
on, two heralds, one from the Trojan army, the other from the Greek,
approached the champions, and ordered them to cease fighting, I-daeʹus,
the Trojan herald, giving the command in a loud voice:

        "Cease to contend, dear sons, in deadly fray;
    Ye both are loved by cloud-compelling Jove,
    And both are great in war, as all men know.
    The night is come; be then the night obeyed."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.

Ajax answered that as it was Hector who gave the challenge, it was for
him first to speak of truce. Hector replied, speaking words of praise
and admiration for his antagonist, and saying that they should now cease
from battle for the day.

    "Since, then, the night extends her gloomy shade,
    And heaven enjoins it, be the night obey'd.
    Return, brave Ajax, to thy Grecian friends,
    And joy the nations whom thy arm defends;
    But let us, on this memorable day,
    Exchange some gift: that Greece and Troy may say
    'Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
    And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.'"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book VII.

Then Hector gave Ajax a silver-studded sword with scabbard, and Ajax
presented to Hector a belt of rich purple. Thus ended the terrible
conflict which had raged throughout the day, and the two heroes retired,
each joyfully welcomed by his comrades and friends.

            Then they both departed,--one
    To join the Grecian host, and one to meet
    The Trojan people, who rejoiced to see
    Hector alive, unwounded, and now safe
    From the great might and irresistible arm
    Of Ajax. Straightway to the town they led
    Him for whose life they scarce had dared to hope.
    And Ajax also by the well-armed Greeks,
    Exulting in his feats of arms, was brought
    To noble Agamemnon.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.




IX. THE SECOND BATTLE--EXPLOIT OF DIOMEDE AND ULYSSES.


Before the Greek leaders retired to rest for the night, they held a
council in the tent of Agamemnon, at which they resolved to perform
funeral rites, early in the morning, in honor of their comrades who had
been slain in the battle. They also resolved, on the advice of Nestor,
to build a strong wall and dig a deep trench in front of their camp,
that their ships might be secure against the attacks of the enemy.

The Trojan chiefs, too, held a council. They were discouraged by their
losses in the battle, and many of them thought that they could not now
succeed in the war, because of the treacherous act of Pandarus in
breaking the league. The wise Antenor was of this opinion, and in his
speech at the council he advised that Helen and her treasures should be
given up to the Greeks.

    "Send we the Argive Helen back with all
    Her treasures; let the sons of Atreus lead
    The dame away; for now we wage the war
    After our faith is broken, and I deem
    We cannot prosper till we make amends."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.

But Paris would not agree to this. He was willing to give up Helen's
treasures, and to give treasure of his own as compensation to the
Greeks, but he would not consent to restore Helen herself. King Priam
weakly gave way to his son, and ordered that a herald should be sent to
the Greek leaders to tell them of the offer of Paris, and to request
that fighting should not be resumed until the dead should be taken from
the battlefield, and funeral services performed.

Accordingly the Trojan herald Idæus went next morning to the tent of
Agamemnon. There he found the Argive chiefs assembled. Upon hearing his
message, they scornfully rejected the terms proposed by Paris, but they
agreed to a truce for the funeral ceremonies. Idæus returned to the
city, and told the Trojan leaders of the answer he had received. Both
Greeks and Trojans then began collecting their dead from the field and
building great piles of wood, or pyres, to burn the bodies upon.

    All wailing, silently they bore away
    Their slaughtered friends, and heaped them on the pyre
    With aching hearts, and, when they had consumed
    The dead with fire, returned to hallowed Troy.
    The nobly-armed Achaians also heaped
    Their slaughtered warriors on the funeral pile
    With aching hearts; and when they had consumed
    Their dead with fire they sought their hollow ships.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.

Before dawn next morning the Greeks set about building a wall and
digging a trench on the side of their camp facing Troy, as Nestor had
advised. They finished the work in one day, and a mighty work it was.
The wall was strengthened with lofty towers, and the gates were so large
that chariots could pass through. The trench was broad and deep, and on
the outer edge it was defended by strong, sharp stakes. The gods,
looking down from Olympus, admired these labors, but Neptune, much
displeased, made bitter complaint to Jupiter:

                          "Now will the fame
    Of this their work go forth wherever shines
    The light of day, and men will quite forget
    The wall which once we built with toiling hands--
    Phœbus Apollo and myself--around
    The city of renowned Laomedon."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VII.

But Jupiter relieved the anxiety of the ocean god by telling him that
when the war was over, and the Greeks had departed from Troy, he might
overthrow the great wall with his waves, and cover the shore with sand.
Thus the Grecian bulwark would vanish from the plain.

After their great labors on the wall and trench the Greeks feasted in
their tents, and next day, the truce being now ended, both armies
prepared for battle. Meanwhile Jupiter, held a council on high Olympus,
at which he gave strict command that none of the gods should take part
on either side in the fight before Troy; and he declared that if any of
them should disobey this order, he would hurl the offender down into the
dark pit of Tarʹta-rus, in the gloomy kingdom of Pluto.

    Deep, deep in the great gulf below the earth,
    With iron gates and threshold forged of brass.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

But Minerva begged that she might be permitted to assist the Greeks by
her advice. To this the king of heaven assented. Then mounting his
chariot, to which were yoked his brazen-footed, swift-flying steeds,
adorned with golden manes, he sped through the skies between the earth
and starry heaven to the summit of Mount Ida. There in a sacred
inclosure in which was an altar erected to him, the father of the gods
sat looking down upon the towers of Ilium and the ships of the Greeks.
The two hosts, led by their great chiefs, were now engaged in fierce
battle.

[Illustration: JUPITER ON MOUNT IDA.

_Drawn by Hubbell._]

    The sounding darts in iron tempests flew;
    Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries,
    Triumphant shouts and dying groans arise;
    With streaming blood the slippery fields are dyed,
    And slaughtered heroes swell the dreadful tide.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

Thus the terrible conflict went on until midday, when Jupiter, taking in
his hand the golden scales of fate, weighed the fortunes of the Trojans
and Greeks.

                                      By the midst
    He held the balance, and, behold, the fate
    Of Greece in that day's fight sank down until
    It touched the nourishing earth, while that of Troy
    Rose and flew upward toward the spacious heaven.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

Then the mighty god thundered from Mount Ida, and sent his lightnings
burning and flashing down against the army of the Greeks. In amazement
and terror the Argive chiefs fled from the field. Nestor alone remained,
though not willingly, for he too was seeking safety in flight when one
of the horses of his chariot was killed by an arrow from the bow of
Paris. The venerable king himself might have perished at the hands of
Hector, had not Diomede hastened up and taken him into his own chariot.

Both warriors then advanced against the Trojan chief, and Diomede hurled
his javelin. The weapon missed Hector, but killed his charioteer. Still
rushing on, the brave son of Tydeus was about to cast another spear,
when a terrific bolt of lightning flashed from the heavens and tore up
the earth in front of his steeds. Looking upon this as a sign of the
anger of Jupiter, the two heroes hastily retreated towards their camp.
Hector pursued them, and the Trojans, encouraged by his example, now
pressed forward until the Greeks were driven in behind their trench and
wall. Then Agamemnon, in deep despair, prayed to almighty Jove that he
would at least permit him and his people to get away in safety with
their ships.

    "Now be at least one wish of mine fulfilled,--
    That we may yet escape and get us hence;
    Nor let the Trojans thus destroy the Greeks."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

Jupiter heard the prayer of the king, and in pity for his distress sent
a favorable omen. This was an eagle bearing in its talons a fawn, which
it dropped down by the side of the altar where the Greek chiefs were
just then offering sacrifice. Believing that the bird had come from
Jove, the Greeks took courage, and rushing out through their gates, with
Diomede and Agamemnon and Menelaus and Ajax at their head, they
furiously attacked the Trojans and slew many of them. Teucer, the
brother of Ajax Telamon, did great destruction with his bow and arrows,
in the use of which he was as skillful even as Pandarus. After killing
several of the enemy, he aimed twice at Hector, missing him, however,
each time, but at the second shot he slew the Trojan leader's
charioteer. Hector then jumped to the ground, and, seizing a great
stone, hurled it with mighty force, striking the unfortunate Teucer on
the neck, and felling him to the earth. And now the Trojans, rushing
once more upon the Greeks, again drove them back to their camp.

                                  They drave
    The Achaians backward to the yawning trench.
    Then Hector came, with fury in his eyes,
    Among the foremost warriors. As a hound,
    Sure of his own swift feet, attacks behind
    The lion or wild boar, and tears his flank,
    Yet warily observes him as he turns,
    So Hector followed close the long-haired Greeks,
    And ever slew the hindmost as they fled.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

But night now put an end to the battle. This was a most welcome relief
to the Greek leaders, thoroughly disheartened as they were at the sight
of the enemy almost at their ships. On the other hand the warriors of
Troy "most unwillingly beheld the sunset," for it prevented them from
following up their victory. But Hector was confident that on the next
day he would be able to destroy the Achaian host and fleet, and so end
the war. He therefore addressed his troops, commanding them to remain on
the field for the night, that they might be ready to fall upon the
Greeks, should they attempt to go aboard their vessels, and "escape
across the mighty deep."

      So high in hope, they sat the whole night through
    In warlike lines, and many watch fires blazed.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book VIII.

Meanwhile the Grecian leaders held a council of war, and Agamemnon
advised that they should take to their ships, and set sail for Greece,
as it now seemed to be the will of Jupiter that they should never
capture Troy. Upon hearing this the chiefs sat for a time in gloomy
silence. At length Diomede spoke out, censuring the king for his
cowardly counsel.

"The gods," said he, "have given you, O son of Atreus, high rank and
great power, but not much of courage. Return home if you are so
inclined, but the other Greeks will remain until they have overthrown
Troy, for it was by the direction of the immortals that we came here."

These words were loudly applauded by the assembled leaders. Then guards
were placed to watch the wall and trench, after which Agamemnon gave
the chiefs a banquet in his tent. When all had partaken of the good
things set before them, the wise Nestor advised that an effort be made
to appease the anger of Achilles. This proposal even Agamemnon warmly
approved, for he now admitted that he had done a great wrong in taking
away Briseis, and he declared that he would restore the maiden at once
to Achilles, and send him rich gifts besides.

              "I erred, and I deny it not.
    That man indeed is equal to a host,
    Whom Jupiter doth love and honor thus,
    Humbling the Achaian people for his sake.
    And now, since, yielding to my wayward mood
    I erred, let me appease him, if I may,
    With gifts of priceless worth."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IX.

Agamemnon then promised that he would send to Achilles a large sum in
gold, with twenty shining caldrons, and twelve steeds which had won many
prizes by their fleetness. Moreover, when they should return to Greece
after having conquered the Trojans, he would give him one of his
daughters to be his wife, and with her, as a marriage portion, seven
rich cities of Argos.

The Greek chiefs were very glad to hear these proposals, and they
resolved to appoint ambassadors to send to Achilles to beg him to
accept these gifts and make peace with Agamemnon. On the advice of
Nestor they chose for this important mission the prudent Ulysses, an
aged chief named Phœʹnix, and the valiant warrior Ajax. Phœnix had been
the instructor of Achilles in his youth, and had been sent by King
Peleus with the expedition to Troy to be his son's friend and counselor.
The three ambassadors, with two heralds, accordingly set out for the
camp of the Myrmidonian chief. They found him sitting in his tent with
his friend Patroclus.

    Amused at ease, the godlike man they found,
    Pleased with the solemn harp's harmonious sound.
    (The well wrought harp from conquered Thebæ came;
    Of polish'd silver was its costly frame).
    With this he soothes his angry soul, and sings
    The immortal deeds of heroes and of kings.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book IX.

The ambassadors were received with great respect. Achilles rose from his
seat and welcomed them as warriors and friends. Then food and drink were
placed before them, and after they had refreshed themselves, Ulysses
stated the object of their visit. He described the danger of the Grecian
army, threatened with destruction by the terrible Hector and his
victorious hosts. He next told of the many gifts which Agamemnon had
offered, and then in earnest words he begged Achilles to lay aside his
anger, and come to the relief of his countrymen in their great peril.

But the wrath of the son of Peleus was not thus to be appeased. He
replied to Ulysses in a long speech, recounting his services during the
war, and bitterly complaining of the ingratitude and selfishness of
Agamemnon.

    "Twelve cities have I with my fleet laid waste,
    And with my Myrmidons have I o'erthrown
    Eleven upon this fertile Trojan coast.
    Full many a precious spoil from these I bore,
    And to Atrides Agamemnon gave.
    He, loitering in his fleet, received them all;
    Few he distributed, and many kept."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IX.

As for the apologies which Agamemnon now made, the wrathful hero
declared that he could have no confidence in a man who had deceived him,
nor would he accept the offered gifts.

                        "Let him ne'er again,
    Though shameless, dare to look me in the face.
    I will not join in council nor in act
    With him: he has deceived and wronged me once,
    And now he cannot wheedle me with words.
    Let once suffice. I leave him to himself,
    To perish. All-providing Jupiter
    Hath made him mad. I hate his gifts; I hold
    In utter scorn the giver."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book IX.

In vain also were the entreaties of Phœnix and Ajax. They too tried to
persuade the hero to dismiss from his mind the thought of his wrongs,
and lead his brave Myrmidons once more into the field for the honor of
his country. But Achilles persisted in his refusal to take further part
in the war, and so there was nothing left for the ambassadors but to
return to the tent of Agamemnon and report the failure of their mission.

In deep disappointment and distress the chiefs heard the story. Then
again they held counsel together to consider what was best to
do,--whether to prepare for another battle, or to betake themselves at
once to their ships and set sail for Greece. Nestor proposed that some
brave and prudent chief should venture into the Trojan camp, and, if
possible, find out what were the plans of Hector.

    "Is there (said he) a chief so greatly brave,
    His life to hazard, and his country save?
    Lives there a man, who singly dares to go
    To yonder camp, or seize some straggling foe?
    Or favor'd by the night approach so near,
    Their speech, their counsels, and designs to hear?"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book X.

Diomede offered himself for this service, and being permitted to select
a companion, he made choice of Ulysses. The two warriors at once put on
their armor, and took up their weapons. Then they went out into the
plain, each praying to Minerva to grant them success. Cautiously they
moved forward towards the camp of the enemy.

    With dreadful thoughts they trace the dreary way,
    Through the black horrors of the ensanguined plain,
    Through dust, through blood, o'er arms, and hills of slain.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book X.

Now it happened that about the same time Hector had sent a young Trojan
chief, Doʹlon by name, on a similar errand,--to make his way into the
Grecian camp, and find out the designs of the Argive leaders. Dolon
offered to undertake the dangerous task on condition that he should have
as his reward the chariot and horses of Achilles, when the Greeks should
be conquered. Hector agreed to the condition, and the Trojan spy, arming
himself, set forth for the Greek camp. He had not gone far when Ulysses
and Diomede saw him advancing, whereupon they lay down among the dead
bodies and allowed him to go forward a considerable distance. Then they
rose up and followed him.

At first Dolon supposed that they were Trojans sent by Hector to call
him back, but, soon seeing that they were enemies, he fled with great
speed in the direction of the ships. The two Greeks hastened in
pursuit, and Diomede hurled a spear after the fugitive. He purposely
missed him, however, for their object was to take the Trojan alive, that
they might get from him the information they desired. The weapon passed
over the shoulder of Dolon, and sank into the ground in front of him.
Instantly he stood still, trembling with fear, and the Greek warriors,
hurrying up, seized him by the hands. The frightened Trojan flung
himself on his knees, and begged them to spare his life, promising that
his father, who was rich, would pay a high ransom. Ulysses commanded him
to tell what his errand was to the Grecian camp, and also to tell them
all about the Trojan army, and of the plans of Hector.

    "Tell me,--and tell the truth,--where hast thou left
    Hector, the leader of the host, and where
    Are laid his warlike arms; where stand his steeds;
    Where are the sentinels, and where the tents
    Of other chiefs? On what do they consult?
    Will they remain beside our galleys here,
    Or do they meditate, since, as they say,
    The Greeks are beaten, a return to Troy?"

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book X.

The terrified Dolon, hoping to move the Greeks to mercy, told even more
than he was asked to tell. There was a Thracian king, he said, who had
that very day arrived with a troop of soldiers to help the Trojans.
Rheʹsus was his name. He had steeds beautiful to behold, and fleet as
the wind, his chariot shone with gold and silver, and the armor he wore
was all of gold.

"Even now," said Dolon, "Rhesus and his followers are in a camp by
themselves separated from the others, and it will be easy to take them
by surprise as they lie asleep, and carry off the rich things they
possess."

This news was joyfully received by the Greek heroes. They had heard of
an oracle which declared that Troy could never be captured if these same
horses of Rhesus should once drink of the water of Xanthus or feed on
the grass of the Trojan plain. They therefore resolved to rob Rhesus of
his magnificent steeds. But first they killed the unhappy Dolon, paying
no heed to his prayers for mercy. Then they hurried on to the Thracian
camp, where they found the warriors sunk in deep repose, after the
fatigues of the day's journey.

    There slept the warriors, overpowered with toil;
    Their glittering arms were near them, fairly ranged
    In triple rows, and by each suit of arms
    Two coursers. Rhesus slumbered in the midst.
    Near him were his fleet horses, which were made
    Fast to the chariot's border by the reins.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book X.

Diomede slew Rhesus and twrelve of his companions, while Ulysses untied
the king's steeds, and led them forth into the field. Then, hastening
across the plain with their rich prize, they soon reached the Grecian
camp, where Nestor and the other chiefs joyfully welcomed them.

                Their friends, rejoicing, flocked
    Around them, greeting them with grasp of hands
    And with glad words.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book X.

[Illustration]




X. THE BATTLE AT THE SHIPS--DEATH OF PATROCLUS.


At dawn the Achaian leaders resolved to try again the fortunes of war.
They were encouraged by the exploit of Ulysses and Diomede, and Jupiter
sent down Eris, the goddess of strife, to incite them to ardor for
battle. The goddess stood on the ship of Ulysses, which was in the
center of the fleet, and shouted so loud that she was heard all over the
Greek camp.

    Loud was the voice, and terrible, in which
    She shouted from her station to the Greeks,
    And into every heart it carried strength,
    And the resolve to combat manfully,
    And never yield. The battle now to them
    Seemed more to be desired than the return
    To their dear country in their roomy ships.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XI.

Then began the greatest battle of the siege. So numerous were the
exploits of heroes in this mighty conflict that the account of it
occupies nearly eight books of the Iliad.

Agamemnon led the Grecian warriors during the earlier part of the day.
He was arrayed in brilliant armor, his breastplate being of gold and
bronze and tin.

    Ten were its bars of tawny bronze, and twelve
    Were gold, and twenty tin; and on each side
    Were three bronze serpents stretching toward the neck.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XI.

His sword, glittering with golden studs, hung from his shoulder in a
silver sheath, and in his hands he bore two great spears, brass-tipped
and sharp. As he went forth to meet the foe, Juno and Minerva made a
sound as of thunder in the sky, "honoring the king of Mycenæ, rich in
gold." Thus did the Argive chief enter the field at the head of his
warriors.

The Trojans were already on the ground, their great leader, Hector, clad
in shining brazen armor, giving his commands, now in the front and now
in the rear. Like wolves rushing to combat the two hosts sprang against
each other, and soon the battle raged furiously, the heroes on both
sides fighting with equal valor.

                            They of Troy
    And they of Argos smote each other down,
    And neither thought of ignominious flight.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XI.

But about midday the Greeks prevailed against the Trojans, and drove
them back to the city gates. Agamemnon slew with his sword two of King
Priam's sons, Iʹsus and Anʹti-phus, and with his spear he struck down
many of the Trojan heroes.

[Illustration: IRIS.

_Painting by Watts._]

Hector had not yet taken part in the battle; Jupiter having sent him an
order by the messenger Iris not to begin fighting until Agamemnon should
retire wounded from the field. This soon happened. The king was wounded
in the arm by the Trojan chief Coʹon, whose brother, I-phidʹa-mas,
Agamemnon had slain. These two chiefs were sons of the venerable
Antenor. But Agamemnon, before withdrawing, rushed upon Coön and slew
him also. Then, leaping into his chariot, he ordered his charioteer to
drive him quickly to his ships, for he was suffering much from the pain
of his wound.

Hector, seeing the flight of the Greek leader, called loudly to the
Trojans to advance upon their foes, at the same time setting them the
example.

                          Himself, inspired
    With fiery valor, rushed among the foes
    In the mid-battle foremost, like a storm
    That swoops from heaven, and on the dark-blue sea
    Falls suddenly, and stirs it to its depths.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XI.

The fortune of battle now turned in favor of the men of Troy. Nine
warrior princes of the Greeks were struck down, one after another, by
the sword of Hector. The brave Diomede, wounded by an arrow from the bow
of Paris, was obliged to retire to his tent. A spear hurled by the
Trojan chief, Soʹcus, pierced the corselet of Ulysses, and wounded him
in the side. But the Trojan did not long survive this exploit, for as he
turned to flee, Ulysses sent a javelin through his body, felling him
lifeless to the earth. A serious misfortune had almost happened to the
Greeks at the hand of Paris, who shot a triple barbed arrow at the hero
and physician, Machaon, wounding him in the shoulder. The life of the
great son of Æsculapius being worth many men, Idomeneus cried to Nestor
to come and take him away in his chariot.

    "Haste, mount thy chariot; let Machaon take
    A place beside thee; urge thy firm-paced steeds
    Rapidly toward the fleet; a leech like him,
    Who cuts the arrow from the wound and soothes
    The pain with balms, is worth a host to us."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XI.

Many of their leaders being now disabled, the Greeks were driven from
the field and forced to take refuge behind their fortifications. At the
trench a terrible conflict took place. The Trojan warriors made efforts
to pass it in their chariots, while the Greeks fought with desperate
fury to force the invaders back. Many heroes on both sides were wounded
and many slain.

    The towers and battlements were steeped in blood
    Of heroes,--Greeks and Trojans.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XII.

At last Hector took up a large stone and hurled it with tremendous force
against one of the gates. It tore off the strong hinges, and shattered
the massive beams, so mighty was the blow. Then through the wide opening
the Trojan leader sprang into the Grecian camp, brandishing two spears
in his hands, and calling on his men to follow. Promptly they obeyed.
Some rushed in by the gateway, and some over the wall, while the
terrified Greeks fled in disorder and dismay to their ships.

So far none of the gods had taken part in the battle. But Neptune now
resolved to come to the rescue of the Greeks, having observed that
Jupiter, though still seated in his sacred inclosure on Mount Ida, was
no longer watching the conflict.

                            On Troy no more
    He turned those glorious eyes, for now he deemed
    That none of all the gods would seek to aid
    Either the Greeks or Trojans in the strife.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIII.

The ocean god, however, resolved to make the attempt. From the wooded
height of Samothrace he had been viewing the fight, and had seen that
the Achaian army and fleet were threatened with destruction. Quickly,
therefore, descending to the sea, he plunged down to his golden mansion
beneath the waves, and there put on his armor and mounted his chariot.

    He yoked his swift and brazen-footed steeds,
    With manes of flowing gold, to draw his car,
    And put on golden mail, and took his scourge,
    Wrought of fine gold, and climbed the chariot-seat,
    And rode upon the waves. The whales came forth
    From their deep haunts, and frolicked round his way:
    They knew their king. The waves rejoicing smoothed
    A path, and rapidly the coursers flew;
    Nor was the brazen axle wet below.
    And thus they brought him to the Greecian fleet.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIII.

Arrived at the fleet, Neptune assumed the shape and voice of the
soothsayer Calchas, and, going amongst the Grecian leaders, urged them
to battle. With his scepter he touched the two Ajaxes, thereby giving
more than mortal strength to their limbs, and filling their breasts with
valor. Thus encouraged the Greek heroes turned fiercely upon the
Trojans, and again great feats of war were performed by the chiefs on
both sides. Hector, Paris, Helenus, Deiphʹo-bus, and Æneas fought in
front of the Trojan lines, while Menelaus, Idomeneus, Teucer, the two
Ajaxes, and An-tilʹo-chus, the son of Nestor, bravely led the conflict
at the head of the Greeks.

                                    All along the line
    The murderous conflict bristled with long spears.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIII.

Juno rejoiced exceedingly at seeing the monarch of the ocean aiding the
Greeks, but she much feared that Jupiter might notice him, and order him
off the field. This he would be sure to do, if he should again turn his
eyes on the battle. Juno therefore went to the island of Lesʹbos, where
Somʹnus, the god of sleep, resided, and she entreated that deity to
hasten to Mount Ida, and cause her royal spouse to fall into a deep
slumber. Somnus consented, and having done as Juno desired, he hurried
down to the Grecian fleet with a message to Neptune.

      "Now, Neptune, give the Greeks thy earnest aid,
    And though it be but for a little space,
    While Jupiter yet slumbers, let them win
    The glory of the day; for I have wrapt
    His senses in a gentle lethargy."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIV.

Hearing these words, Neptune rushed to the front of the Greek lines and
again urged the leaders to stand bravely against the enemy. Then,
grasping in his hand a sword "of fearful length and flashing blade like
lightning," he led them on to battle.

And now the warriors of both sides were once more in deadly conflict.
Hector cast a spear at Ajax, but the weapon struck where two belts
crossed upon the hero's breast, overlapping each other, and he escaped
unhurt. Then the son of Telamon struck at the Trojan leader. His weapon
was a heavy stone, one of many that lay around, which were used as props
for the ships. The missile, hurled with giant force and true aim, smote
the Trojan on the breast and felled him like a tree struck by lightning.

                            As when beneath
    The stroke of Father Jupiter an oak
    Falls broken at the root,  .  .  .  .  .  .
    So dropped the valiant Hector to the earth
    Amid the dust; his hand let fall the spear;
    His shield and helm fell with him, and his mail
    Of shining brass clashed round him.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XIV.

With shouts of triumph the Greeks rushed forward, hoping to slay the
fallen warrior, and despoil him of his armor. But his comrades, Æneas
and A-geʹnor and Sarpedon and many others, crowded around him, and
protected him with their shields. He was then carried to the bank of the
Xanthus and bathed in its waters, which revived him a little.

When the Greeks saw Hector borne away as if dead, they fought with
increased valor, and soon drove the Trojans back across the trench,
slaying many of their chiefs.

Meanwhile Jupiter, awaking from his slumber, and looking down upon the
battlefield, beheld the men of Troy put to flight, and Neptune at the
head of the pursuing Greeks. Turning angrily upon Juno, who was at his
side, he rebuked her in severe words, for he now saw the trick that had
been played upon him. He reminded her of how he had punished her on a
former occasion for her ill treatment of his son Hercules.

                                "Dost thou forget
    When thou didst swing suspended, and I tied
    Two anvils to thy feet, and bound a chain
    Of gold that none could break around thy wrists?
    Then didst thou hang in air amid the clouds,
    And all the gods of high Olympus saw
    With pity. They stood near, but none of them
    Were able to release thee."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XV.

Juno pleaded that it was not at her request that Neptune had gone to the
aid of the Greeks. He had done that without consulting her. She indeed,
she said, would rather advise Neptune to obey the command of the king of
heaven and submit to his will.

The anger of the father of the gods was appeased by Juno's mild words.
Then he bade her hasten to Olympus and send the messenger Iris down to
order Neptune to leave the battle. He bade her also to direct Apollo to
restore Hector's strength and prepare him for the fight. But he
explained to Juno why he wished that for the present the Trojans should
be victorious. It was because he had promised Thetis that the Greeks
should be punished for the wrong Agamemnon had done to her son. Yet the
time would come, he said, when the great Hector would be slain by the
hand of Achilles, and when by Minerva's aid the lofty towers of Troy
would be overthrown. Juno was therefore glad to obey the command of her
royal spouse.

                        As the thought of man
    Flies rapidly, when, having traveled far,
    He thinks, "Here would I be, I would be there,"
    And flits from place to place, so swiftly flew
    Imperial Juno to the Olympian mount.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XV.

There she informed Iris and Apollo of the will of Father Jove. Forthwith
the two gods hastened to Mount Ida to receive their orders from Jupiter
himself. The orders were quickly given. Then with the speed of the winds
the messenger of heaven and the god of the silver bow darted down from
Ida's top to the plain of Troy.

Neptune, on hearing of the command of Jupiter, was at first unwilling to
obey. Jupiter, he said, had no authority over him.

    "We are three brothers,
    The sons of Saturn,--Jupiter and I,
    And Pluto, regent of the realm below.
    Three parts were made of all existing things,
    And each of us received his heritage.
    The lots were shaken; and to me it fell
    To dwell forever in the hoary deep,
    And Pluto took the gloomy realm of night,
    And lastly, Jupiter the ample heaven
    And air and clouds. Yet doth the earth remain,
    With high Olympus, common to us all.
    Therefore I yield me not to do his will,
    Great as he is; and let him be content
    With his third part."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XV.

But Iris advised Neptune to obey, reminding him that Jupiter had power
of punishing those who offended him. At last Neptune yielded, and,
quitting the Grecian army, took his way to the sea, and plunged beneath
the waves to his palace in the ocean depths.

Meanwhile Apollo hastened to the side of the Trojan prince, who was
still weak from the blow of Ajax. Quickly the god restored the hero's
strength and breathed fresh courage into his breast. Then he commanded
Hector to hasten forward and lead his warriors against the enemy. In an
instant the Trojan prince was on his feet, hurrying to the front. When
the Greek chiefs saw him they were astonished as well as terrified, for
they had thought him dead, and now they believed he had been rescued
from death by some god. They resolved, however, to fight bravely, and so
they stood firmly together. Hector meanwhile advanced, Apollo moving
before him with the shield of Jupiter, the terrible aegis, which Jupiter
had given him to shake before the Greeks and fill their hearts with
fear.

                                "Hector led
    The van in rapid march. Before him walked
    Phœbus, the terrible aggis in his hands,
    Dazzlingly bright within its shaggy fringe,
    By Vulcan forged, the great artificer,
    And given to Jupiter, with which to rout
    Armies of men. With this in hand he led
    The assailants on."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XV.

Against an attack so led the bravery of the Greeks was of little avail.
Numbers of their warriors were slain, and the rest fled back to their
camp, pursued by Hector and his triumphant hosts. This time the Trojans
were not hindered by the trench or the wall, for Apollo with his mighty
feet trampled down the earth banks, and overthrew the great wall as
easily as a child at play on the beach overthrows a tiny mound of sand.

Then a fierce struggle took place, the Greeks fighting with desperate
fury to defend their ships, which the Trojans, with lighted torches in
their hands, tried to set on fire. At one of the galleys there was a
terrific conflict. Hector, having grasped the vessel by the stern,
called to his men to bring on their flaming brands, while the mighty
Ajax stood on the rowers' bench, ready with his long spear to strike the
assailants back.

              On the blade of that long spear
    The hero took them as they came, and slew
    In close encounter twelve before the fleet.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XV.

But at last the brave son of Telamon was forced to give way, Hector
having cut his spear shaft in two by a stroke of his huge sword. Then
the Trojans hurled forward their blazing torches, and the ship was soon
wrapped in flames. The Greeks were now in the greatest peril. No hope
seemed left to them to save their fleet from destruction. But help came
from an unexpected quarter. Patroclus, the friend and companion of
Achilles, had been watching the terrible conflict at the ships. As soon
as he saw the vessel on fire he hurried to the tent of the Myrmidonian
chief, and with tears in his eyes implored him to have pity on his
perishing countrymen.

"The Greeks," said he, "are sorely pressed. Their bravest leaders are
wounded, while you sit here, giving way to your wrath. If you will not
yourself go to their rescue, at least permit me to lead the Myrmidons to
battle, and let me wear your armor. The Trojans at the sight of it may
think I am Achilles, and be so terrified that our people may have a
little breathing time."

To this proposal Achilles assented, but he warned Patroclus not to
pursue the Trojans too far, lest he might meet his death at the hands of
one of the gods. "Rescue our good ships," said he, "but when you have
driven the enemy from the fleet, return hither."

With joy and eager haste Patroclus put on the armor of Achilles. Then
the great chief himself marshaled his Myrmidons in battle array, after
which he addressed them, bidding them fight valiantly. The occasion, he
said, had now come which they had so long desired, for they had often
blamed him because he had kept them from joining their countrymen in the
field. Fierce and fearless these Myrmidons were, and over two thousand
strong.

            Achilles, dear to Jupiter, had led
    Fifty swift barks to Ilium, and in each
    Were fifty men, companions at the oar.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

Patroclus now mounted the chariot of Achilles, with the brave
Au-tomʹe-don as charioteer, a hero next in valor to the renowned son of
Peleus himself. There were three horses in the team, Xanthus and
Baʹli-us, both of immortal breed, and fleet as the wind, and Pedʹa-sus,
which, though of mortal stock, was a match for the others in speed.

    Like in strength, in swiftness and in grace,
    A mortal courser match'd the immortal race.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

Great was the terror of the Trojans when they beheld the Myrmidons march
forth to battle.

                                  Every heart grew faint
    With fear; the close ranks wavered; for they thought
    That the swift son of Peleus at the fleet
    Had laid aside his wrath, and was again
    The friend of Agamemnon. Eagerly
    They looked around for an escape from death.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

[Illustration: AUTOMEDON AND THE HORSES OF ACHILLES.

_Painting by Regnault._]

The Greek fleet was soon out of danger, for Patroclus and his Myrmidons,
having furiously attacked the Trojans, quickly drove them away from the
burning vessel and put out the fire. Having thus saved the ships, the
Myrmidonian warriors, aided by the other Greeks, then drove the Trojans
with great slaughter from the camp into the plain, and on towards the
walls of the city.

      In that scattered conflict of the chiefs
    Each Argive slew a warrior.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

Even the mighty Hector was not able to stop the flight of the
panic-stricken Trojans, who seemed for the moment to have lost all their
courage, so great was their fear at the name of Achilles. The hero
Sarpedon at the head of his brave Lycians attempted to turn back the
onset of the Myrmidons, and he sought out their leader to engage him in
single combat. Both warriors sprang from their chariots at the same
moment, and rushed at each other, hurling their spears. Twice Sarpedon
missed his foe, but one of the weapons killed Pedasus, the horse of
"mortal stock." The leader of the Myrmidons cast his javelin with truer
aim, for it pierced the Lycian chief right in the breast, and the hero
fell like a tall pine tree falling in the forest at the last blow of the
woodman's ax.

Then a fierce conflict took place over the body, the Greeks seeking to
obtain possession of the warrior's armor, which they did after many on
both sides had been slain in the struggle. The body itself was sent by
Apollo, at Jupiter's command, to Lycia, that the hero's kinsmen there
might perform funeral rites in his honor.

                          In robes of heaven
    He clothed him, giving him to Sleep and Death,
    Twin brothers, and swift bearers of the dead,
    And they, with speed conveying it, laid down
    The corpse in Lycia's broad and opulent realm.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

Jupiter thus honored Sarpedon because the hero was his own son. He would
have saved him from the spear of Patroclus, but the Fates had decreed
that Sarpedon should die in the battle, and the decrees of the Fates
were not to be set aside even by Jove himself.

Patroclus, too, was doomed to fall in the conflict of the day, and the
moment was now at hand. Forgetting the warning Achilles had given him,
he pursued the Trojans up to the very gates of the city. Then he
attempted to scale the wall, but he was driven back by Apollo, who spoke
to him in threatening voice, saying that not by him should Troy be
taken, nor by his chief, though mightier far than he. Hastily Patroclus
withdrew from the walls, fearing the wrath of the archer god, but he
continued to deal death among the Trojans as they came within reach of
his weapons.

At last Hector, urged by Apollo, rushed forward in his chariot to
encounter Patroclus. The Myrmidon leader lifted a large stone, and flung
it with all his force at the Trojan chief as he approached. It missed
Hector, but killed Ce-briʹo-nes, his charioteer, and while they fought
over the body, each helped by brave comrades, many more on both sides
were laid in the dust. Again the archer god interfered, this time coming
unseen behind Patroclus, and striking him with his open palm between the
shoulders. The hero staggered under the blow, his huge spear was
shattered in his hands, and his shield dropped to the ground. Then
Eu-phorʹbus, a Dardanian chief, hurried forward, and with his lance
wounded him in the back. Thus disarmed and almost overpowered, Patroclus
turned to seek refuge in the ranks of his friends. As he was retreating,
Hector rushed upon him, and thrusting a spear deep into his body, gave
the brave warrior his death wound.

                                The hero fell
    With clashing mail, and all the Greeks beheld
    His fall with grief.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

Then there was a long and terrific fight around the corpse of the fallen
champion. The description of it occupies a whole book of the Iliad. The
armor Patroclus wore was, as we have seen, the rich armor of Achilles,
and the Trojans were eager to get possession of it. They wished also to
get possession of the hero's body, that his friends might not have the
satisfaction of performing the usual funeral rites in his honor.
Menelaus was the first to stand guard over the body, and Euphorbus was
the first to fall in the fight. Hector had gone in pursuit of the
charioteer, Automedon, thinking to slay him, and capture the immortal
horses of Achilles. But Apollo warned him against the attempt.

    "Hector, thou art pursuing what thy feet
    Will never overtake, the steeds which draw
    The chariot of Achilles. Hard it were
    For mortal man to tame them or to guide,
    Save for Achilles, goddess-born. Meanwhile
    Hath warlike Menelaus, Atreus' son,
    Guarding the slain Patroclus, overthrown
    Euphorbus, bravest of the Trojan host."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVII.

Hearing these words Hector hastened back to where the corpse of the
Greek hero was lying. When Menelaus saw him approaching, he withdrew,
and hurried off to seek help, for he feared to encounter the terrible
Trojan leader. Then Hector stripped Patroclus of the splendid armor of
Achilles, and he was about dragging away the body, but just at that
moment Ajax rushed up. Hector now retreated, leaping into his chariot
and giving the glittering armor to his friends to be carried away to
Troy.

For thus fleeing from the fight the Trojan chief was severely rebuked by
Glauʹcus, a Lycian warrior, who had been the comrade of the brave
Sarpedon. Glaucus wished to get the body of Patroclus so that with it he
might ransom Sarpedon's armor from the Greeks. Hector answered Glaucus,
saying that he feared not the battle's fury, as he would presently show.
Then he put on the armor of Achilles and he called to the Trojans to
follow him, promising a rich reward to the warrior who should carry off
the body for which they were going to fight.

    "To him who from the field will drag and bring
    The slain Patroclus to the Trojan knights,
    Compelling Ajax to give way,--to him
    I yield up half the spoil; the other half
    I keep, and let his glory equal mine."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVII.

With Hector at their head the Trojans now rushed forward. Ajax, seeing
them advance, bade Menelaus summon the other Greek warriors to help in
defending the body of their countryman. Quickly they were called and
quickly they came. Then hand to hand and sword to sword both armies
fought, and the battle raged furiously round the corpse of Patroclus.

                      They of Ilium strove
    To drag it to the city, they of Greece,
    To bear it to the fleet.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVII.

At last Menelaus and a brother warrior lifted up the body and bore it
away towards the trench. The Trojans followed, but the two Ajaxes turned
around and, facing the pursuers, fought with heroic bravery to hold them
back.

                                  Thus, in hot pursuit
    And close array, the Trojans following strook
    With swords and two-edged spears; but when the twain
    Turned and stood firm to meet them, every cheek
    Grew pale, and not a single Trojan dared
    Draw near the Greeks to combat for the corse.
          Thus rapidly they bore away the dead
    Toward their good galleys from the battlefield.
    Onward with them the furious battle swept.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVII.

Meanwhile Antilochus, the son of Nestor, was sent from the field to
carry to Achilles the sad news of the death of Patroclus. The chief was
just then sitting near his ships thinking over the event which he feared
had already happened, for the shouts of the Greeks as they fled from the
plain pursued by the Trojans, had reached his ears. Upon learning the
tidings brought by Antilochus, the hero burst into a fit of grief,
tearing his hair, throwing himself on the earth, and uttering loud
lamentations. His goddess mother, Thetis, in her father's palace beneath
the waves, heard his cries. She hastened up, attended by a number of sea
nymphs, and, embracing her son, inquired the cause of his grief.
Achilles told her of the death of his dear friend, and then said:

                              "No wish
    Have I to live or to concern myself
    In men's affairs, save this: that Hector first,
    Pierced by my spear, shall yield his life, and pay
    The debt of vengeance for Patroclus slain."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

The weeping mother, wishing to save her son, told him of the fate which
had decreed that his own death should soon follow that of Hector.

    "Ah then, I see thee dying, see thee dead!
    When Hector falls, thou diest."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

But the warning of Thetis was in vain. "Let my death come," said he,
"when the gods will it. I shall have revenge on Hector, by whose hand my
friend has been slain."

Seeing that she could not induce him to alter his purpose, his mother
reminded him that his bright armor had been seized by the Trojans. She
bade him therefore not go to battle until she should bring him new armor
made by Vulcan, which she promised to do early next morning. Then she
commanded the other nymphs to return to their ocean home, and she
herself ascended to Olympus, to ask the god of smiths to forge
glittering armor for her son.

Meantime the fight over the body of Patroclus still continued. The
Greeks were now driven to their ships, and in danger of being totally
defeated. Three times Hector seized the body by the feet, to drag it
away, and three times the mighty Ajaxes forced him back. Still again he
seized it, and this time he would have borne it away, had not Juno sent
Iris down to Achilles to bid him hasten to the relief of his friends.

"But how," he asked, "can I go forth to the battle, since the enemy have
my arms?" Iris answered:

        "Go thou to the trench, and show thyself
    To them of Troy, that, haply smit with fear,
    They may desist from battle."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

Then the goddess Minerva spread a golden cloud around the head of
Achilles, and she kindled in it a bright flame that streamed upward to
the sky. And the hero went out beyond the wall, and stood beside the
trench, and he shouted in a voice loud as a trumpet sound,--a shout that
carried dismay into the ranks of the Trojans.

    The hearts of all who heard that brazen voice
    Were troubled, and their steeds with flowing manes
    Turned backward with the chariots,--such the dread
    Of coming slaughter.
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    Thrice o'er the trench Achilles shouted; thrice
    The men of Troy and their renowned allies
    Fell into wild disorder. Then there died,
    Entangled midst the chariots, and transfixed
    By their own spears, twelve of their bravest chiefs.
    The Greeks bore off Patroclus from the field
    With eager haste, and placed him on a bier,
    And there the friends that loved him gathered round
    Lamenting.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII

So ended the long and terrible battle of the day, for Juno now commanded
the sun to set. In obedience to the queen of heaven the god of light
descended into the ocean streams, though unwillingly he did so, as it
was earlier than the proper time for sunset.

The Trojan leaders, meanwhile, assembled in council on the plain to
consider what preparations should be made for the battle of the morrow,
in which, they knew, the terrible Achilles would take part.
Po-lydʹa-mas, a prudent chief, proposed that they should withdraw into
the city. There they might defend themselves from their ramparts, for
even Achilles, with all his valor, would not be able to force his way
through their strong walls. But Hector rejected this wise advice. He
resolved to risk the chance of war in the open field, and let the god of
battles decide who should win.

    "Soon as the morn the purple orient warms,
    Fierce on yon navy will we pour our arms.
    If great Achilles rise in all his might,
    His be the danger: I shall stand the fight.
    Honor, ye gods! or let me gain or give;
    And live he glorious, whosoe'er shall live!"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

[Illustration]




XI. END OF THE WRATH OF ACHILLES--DEATH OF HECTOR.


[Illustration: _Design by Burne-Jones._]

Thetis faithfully performed her promise to Achilles. Having ascended to
the top of Olympus, she found the god of smiths busy in his forge, a
workshop so magnificent that it was a wonder to the gods themselves.

            Silver-footed Thetis came
    Meanwhile to Vulcan's halls, eternal, gemmed
    With stars, a wonder to the immortals, wrought
    Of brass by the lame god. She found him there
    Sweating and toiling, and with busy hand
    Plying the bellows.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

Vulcan willingly consented to make the armor as Thetis requested, for
she had been his friend and had protected him in his infancy, when his
mother Juno threw him out of heaven into the sea. Juno did this because
Vulcan was not a good-looking child. He was, in fact, so ugly that his
mother could not bear the sight of him, and so she cast him out of
Olympus. But Thetis and her sister Eu-ryn'o-me received him in their
arms as he fell, and for nine years they nursed and took care of him in
their father's palace beneath the waves. Gladly, therefore, Vulcan set
to work at the request of his old friend. In his workshop were immense
furnaces, and he had plenty of precious material in store.

                        Upon the fire
    He laid impenetrable brass, and tin,
    And precious gold and silver; on its block
    Placed the huge anvil, took the ponderous sledge,
    And held the pincers in the other hand.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

[Illustration: THETIS BRINGING ARMOR TO ACHILLES.

_Painting by Gerard._]

And first he made a shield, large and massive, upon which he wrought
figures of the earth and the sky, the sun, moon, and stars, with many
other beautiful designs. He wrought upon it numerous scenes of human
life,--representations of war and peace, of battles and sieges, of
reapers in the harvest fields, of shepherds tending their flocks, of
vintagers gathering their grapes; and scenes of festivity with music,
song, and dancing. Homer gives a long and splendid description of this
wonderful shield. When Vulcan had finished it, he forged a corselet
brighter than fire, and greaves of tin, and a helmet with crest of gold.
Then he laid the magnificent armor at the feet of Thetis, and the
goddess bore it away and carried it down to the Grecian camp in the
early morning to present it to her son.

                Like a falcon in her flight,
    Down plunging from Olympus capped with snow,
    She bore the shining armor Vulcan gave.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVIII.

Great was the delight of Achilles on seeing the beautiful armor and the
marvelous workmanship of its various parts. And now he hastened to
prepare for battle. First he went along the beach from tent to tent,
calling with a mighty shout on his brother chiefs to assemble. When all
were together he spoke friendly words to Agamemnon, expressing sorrow
that strife had come between them, and declaring that his wrath was now
ended.

    "Here then my anger ends; let war succeed,
    And even as Greece has bled, let Ilion bleed.
    Now call the hosts, and try if in our sight
    Troy yet shall dare to camp a second night!"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XIX.

Agamemnon, too, spoke words of peace and friendship, and all the chiefs
rejoiced that the anger of Achilles, which had brought so many woes
upon the Greeks, was at length appeased. Then the troops took their
morning meal, and when they had refreshed themselves with food and
drink, they marched forth to the field. Achilles, having put on his
bright armor, mounted his chariot, to which were yoked the two immortal
and swift-footed steeds, Xanthus and Balius.

And here a wonderful thing occurred. When the hero spoke to the animals,
charging them in loud and terrible voice to bring him back safely from
the battle, and not leave him dead on the plain, as they had left
Patroclus, Xanthus, to whom Juno had, for the moment, given the power of
speech, replied to the words of his master, saying that it was not
through any fault of himself and his comrade that Patroclus had been
slain, but by the interference of Apollo. He also warned Achilles that
the hour of his own death was near at hand.

    "Not through our crime, or slowness in the course,
    Fell thy Patroclus, but by heavenly force;
    The bright far-shooting god who gilds the day
    (Confess'd we saw him) tore his arms away.
    No--could our swiftness o'er the winds prevail,
    Or beat the pinions of the western gale,
    All were in vain--the Fates thy death demand,
    Due to a mortal and immortal hand."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XIX.

But Achilles already knew his fate, and he was prepared to meet it with
courage.

    "I know my fate: to die, to see no more
    My much-loved parents, and my native shore--
    Enough--when heaven ordains, I sink in night:
    Now perish Troy!" He said, and rush'd to fight.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XIX,

In the battle which now began many of the gods took active part,
Jupiter, at a council on Mount Olympus, having given them permission to
do so. Down to the plain before Troy they sped with haste, Juno,
Minerva, Neptune, Mercury, and Vulcan taking the side of the Greeks, and
Mars, Apollo, Venus, Diana, Latona, and the river god, Xanthus, going to
the assistance of the Trojans.

Meantime Achilles, having rushed forth to the field, plunged into the
thick of the fight, eagerly seeking for Hector. But first he met Æneas,
whom Apollo had urged to encounter him. Achilles warned the Trojan hero
to withdraw from the battle.

"Once already," said he, "I forced you to flee before my spear, running
fast down Ida's slopes. I counsel you now to retire, lest evil happen to
you."

Æneas answered that he was not to be thus frightened, as if he were a
beardless boy. "I am the son of the goddess Venus," said he, "and my
father, Anchises, was descended from Jove himself. We are not here,
however, to talk, but to fight, and words will not turn me from my
purpose."

So saying, Æneas hurled his spear. It struck the shield of Achilles with
a ringing sound, and passed through two of its folds.

                        Vulcan's skill
    Fenced with five folds the disk,--the outer two
    Of brass, the inner two of tin; between
    Was one of gold, and there the brazen spear
    Was stayed.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

Achilles now cast his heavy javelin. Through the shield of Æneas it
crashed, but, as the hero stooped to avoid it, the spear passed over his
shoulder, and plunged deep into the earth. Then with sword in hand, the
Myrmidonian chief rushed furiously upon Æneas. He would probably have
slain him, had not Neptune interfered. But the ocean god spread a mist
over the eyes of the Greek warrior, and carried Æneas away in safety to
the rear of the battlefield. The Trojan prince was thus preserved
because the Dardan race, to which he belonged, was beloved by Jupiter.
Moreover it was decreed by the Fates that the son of Anchises should, in
later times, rule over a Trojan people, and that his sons' sons should
rule after him.

Having placed Æneas out of danger, Neptune removed the mist from the
eyes of Achilles. The hero, on looking about him, was amazed at not
seeing the foe with whom, only an instant before, he had been in fierce
conflict. But he did not wait to think over this strange occurrence.
Rushing into the midst of the Trojans, he smote down warrior after
warrior, as they came within reach of his spear. Amongst them was
Pol-y-doʹrus, the youngest son of Priam. His father had forbidden him to
go into the battle, because he loved him most of all his sons. But
Polydorus was a brave youth, and he wished to show his swiftness, for in
speed of foot he excelled all the young men of Troy.

    He ranged the field, until he lost his life.
    Him with a javelin the swift-footed son
    Of Peleus smote as he was hurrying by.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

Now Hector had been warned by Apollo to avoid meeting Achilles, but when
he saw his young brother slain, he could no longer stand aloof. He
therefore sprang forward to attack the son of Thetis. As soon as
Achilles saw the Trojan chief, he bounded towards him, crying out:

    "Draw nearer that thou mayst the sooner die."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

Hector replied in words of defiance, and then brandished and hurled
forth his spear. But Minerva turned it aside, and it missed its aim.
Then Achilles, with a wild shout, rushed against his enemy. Apollo now
came to the rescue, covering the Trojan hero in a veil of clouds, and
taking him away from the conflict. The enraged Achilles struck into the
dense mist with his sword again and again, and in loud voice reproached
Hector for what seemed to be his cowardly flight.

        "Hound as thou art, thou hast once more escaped
    Thy death; for it was near. Again the hand
    Of Phœbus rescues thee. I shall meet thee yet
    And end thee utterly, if any god
    Favor me also. I will now pursue
    And strike the other Trojan warriors down."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XX.

The enraged hero then attacked the Trojans so furiously that they fled
before him in dismay. Some rushed towards the gates of the city, others
to the Xanthus, into which they leaped in such numbers that the river
was soon filled with a crowd of steeds and men.

    So, plunged in Xanthus by Achilles' force,
    Roars the resounding surge with men and horse.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

But now the terrible Myrmidonian chief descended from his chariot, and
with sword in hand pursued the Trojans into the water. There he slew so
many that the stream became blocked with the bodies of the dead. The
river god, roused to anger, called to Achilles in a loud voice from the
depths of the Xanthus, saying that if he meant to destroy the whole
Trojan race, he must do it on the plain, and not stop the waters in
their course to the sea.

    "For now my pleasant waters, in their flow,
    Are choked with heaps of dead, and I no more
    Can pour them into the great deep, so thick
    The corpses clog my bed, while thou dost slay
    And sparest not."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

Achilles answered that he would not cease to slay the treaty-breaking
Trojans until they were punished as they deserved. At this the river god
was so enraged that he sent his waters with tremendous force against the
hero. The waves now surged around Achilles, beating upon his shield, and
buffeting him so violently that he was in danger of being overwhelmed.
He saved himself only by grasping the bough of an elm tree which grew on
the river's edge, and so gaining the bank. Then the angry god, rising in
greater fury, swept his mighty billows out upon the plain. The Greek
hero bravely attempted to fight this new enemy, but his valor and his
weapons were powerless against such an attack.

                  As often as the noble son
    Of Peleus made a stand in hope to know
    Whether the deathless gods of the great heaven
    Conspired to make him flee, so often came
    A mighty billow of the Jove-born stream
    And drenched his shoulders. Then again he sprang
    Away; the rapid torrent made his knees
    To tremble, while it swept, where'er he trod,
    The earth from underneath his feet.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

Achilles now prayed to the gods for help, and Neptune and Minerva came
and encouraged him, saying that he was not to be thus conquered. Still
as Xanthus called upon his brother river, Simois, to join him in defense
of King Priam's noble city, it might have fared badly with the Greeks,
had not Vulcan come to their help. At the request of Juno the god of
fire sent down a vast quantity of flames, which scorched and dried up
the plain, and burned the trees and reeds on the banks of the rivers.
Vulcan began to dry up even the rivers themselves. Then Xanthus became
terrified and begged for mercy, promising that he would not again
interfere in the fight on either side.

    "Oh Vulcan! oh! what power resists thy might?
    I faint, I sink, unequal to the fight--
    I yield--Let Ilion fall; if fate decree--
    Ah--bend no more thy fiery arms on me!"

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

It was not, however, until Juno entreated him to do so, that Vulcan
withdrew his flames, and the rivers were permitted to flow on again in
peace and safety. Achilles now renewed his attack on the Trojans. The
gods also rushed into the conflict. Mars launched his brazen spear at
Minerva, but, with the terrible ægis, the goddess warded off the blow.
Then Minerva lifted up a great rough stone and hurled it at Mars,
striking him on the neck, and stretching him senseless on the ground.

                                        He fell
    With nerveless limbs, and covered, as he lay,
    Seven acres of the field.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

[Illustration: VENUS.

_Canova._]

Venus hastened to the relief of the wounded god, and, taking him by the
hand, led him away groaning with pain. Juno, who had been a spectator of
the fight, now approached Minerva, and urged her to attack Venus. She
gladly consented to do as the queen of heaven desired. Following up the
goddess of beauty, Minerva gave her a mighty blow on the breast,
throwing her prostrate on the earth. At the same time Neptune
challenged Apollo to fight. He reminded him, too, of King Laomedon's
conduct toward both of them, many years before, and reproached him for
being now on the side of the descendants of that faithless king. But
Apollo refused to fight with the ocean god.

    "Thou wouldst not deem me wise, should I contend
    With thee, O Neptune, for the sake of men,
    Who flourish like the forest leaves awhile,
    And feed upon the fruits of earth and then
    Decay and perish."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

But though Apollo would not fight with Neptune, he continued to help the
Trojans. Achilles had driven them in terror up under their walls, and
King Priam had ordered the gates to be thrown open to admit the flying
hosts. Multitudes of them rushed in, while the furious son of Thetis
pressed on behind. It was a moment of danger for Troy, and the Greeks
might soon have taken the city, if Apollo had not encouraged young
Agenor, the son of Antenor, to attack Achilles. The brave youth
advanced, and cast his spear, striking the hero at the knee. But it
could not pierce the armor Vulcan had made. Then the Greek chief aimed
at Agenor, and again Apollo came to the rescue, concealing the Trojan
youth in a veil of darkness, and carrying him safely away. But in an
instant the god returned, and, taking upon himself Agenor's shape and
appearance, stood for a moment in front of Achilles. Then he turned and
fled along the plain, followed fast by the enraged Greek. Thus Apollo
gave the Trojans time to get within the city and shut their gates.

                Achilles chased the god
    Ever before him, yet still near, across
    The fruitful fields, to the deep-eddied stream
    Of Xanthus; for Apollo artfully
    Made it to seem that he should soon o'ertake
    His flying foe, and thus beguiled him on.
    Meanwhile the routed Trojans gladly thronged
    Into the city, filled the streets, and closed
    The portals.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXI.

Hector alone of all the Trojans remained outside the walls, standing in
front of the Scæan Gate. Achilles still pursued Apollo, thinking that he
was Agenor, but at last the god made himself known to his pursuer. The
hero reproached him angrily for his deception, and then with the utmost
speed he hastened across the plain towards the city. From the ramparts
the aged King Priam beheld him coming, and in piteous words he cried out
to Hector, imploring him to take refuge within the walls. Queen Hecuba,
too, with tears in her eyes, begged her son to withdraw, and not be so
mad as to encounter the terrible Greek chief alone. But Hector would
not yield to the entreaties of his weeping parents. He had refused to
take the advice of Polydamas to withdraw into the city on the previous
night, and if he should pass within the walls now, after Achilles had
slain so many of the Trojans, Polydamas would be the first to reproach
him. Thus the hero reasoned with himself and so he resolved to stand and
face his foe.

    "No--if I e'er return, return I must
    Glorious, my country's terror laid in dust:
    Or if I perish, let her see me fall
    In field at least, and fighting for her wall."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

Achilles now approached. Terrible he was in appearance. His great
javelin quivered fearfully on his shoulder, and a light as of blazing
fire, or of the rising sun, shone from his heavenly armor. Hector
trembled with fear when he looked upon the Grecian leader. So great was
his terror that he did not dare to wait, but fled away round the city
wall. Achilles quickly pursued him, as a hawk pursues a dove. They ran
till they came to two springs where the stream of the Xanthus rose. From
one of these springs a hot vapor ascended, like smoke from fire, and
from the other a current cold as ice issued even in summer. Past these
the warriors swept on.

                One fled, and one pursued,--
    A brave man fled, a braver followed close,
    And swiftly both. Not for a common prize,
    A victim from the herd, a bullock's hide,
    Such as reward the fleet of foot, they ran,--
    The race was for the knightly Hector's life.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

Three times they ran round the walls, in sight of the Greeks and
Trojans. The gods of heaven, too, were looking on from the top of Mount
Olympus, and Jupiter, taking pity on Hector, thought that they should
save him from death. But Minerva protested. His doom, she said, had been
fixed by the Fates, and even Jupiter could not alter it--at least not
with the approval of the other gods. The cloud-compelling king was
obliged to give way, and so the Trojan chief was left to his fate. Then
Minerva rushed down to the field, and still Hector fled and Achilles
pursued. As often as they passed around, Hector attempted to approach
the gates, hoping for help from his friends. But each time Achilles got
before him and turned him away towards the plain; and he made a sign to
the Greeks that none of them should cast a spear, for he wished that he
alone should have all the glory of slaying the greatest of the Trojan
heroes.

Now Apollo had been helping Hector, giving him strength and speed, but
when, for the fourth time, the heroes reached the Xanthus springs,
Jupiter raised high the golden balance of fate. There were two lots in
the scales, one for the son of Peleus, the other for the Trojan chief.
By the middle the king of heaven held the balance, and the lot of Hector
sank down. Immediately Apollo departed from the field, for he could no
longer go against the Fates. Then Minerva came close to Hector's side,
and, taking the form and voice of his brother Deiphobus, she urged him
to stand and fight Achilles.

        "Hard pressed I find thee, brother, by the swift
    Achilles, who, with feet that never rest,
    Pursues thee round the walls of Priam's town.
    But let us make a stand and beat him back."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

Thus encouraged, as he thought by his brother, whom he was surprised to
see at his side, for he believed him to be in the city, the Trojan hero
turned around, and was soon face to face with his great foe. Knowing
that the hour had now come when one of them must die, Hector proposed to
Achilles that they should make a covenant, or agreement, between them
that the victor in the fight should give the other's body to his
friends, so that funeral rites might be performed. But the wrathful
Achilles refused. He would have no covenant with his enemy.

    "Accursed Hector, never talk to me
    Of covenants. Men and lions plight no faith,
    Nor wolves agree with lambs, but each must plan
    Evil against the other. So between
    Thyself and me no compact can exist,
    Or understood intent. First, one of us
    Must fall and yield his life blood to the god
    Of battles."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

Then the fight began, Achilles first cast his spear. It was a weapon
heavy, huge, and strong, that no mortal arm but his own could wield. Its
shaft was made of a tree which the famous Chiʹron, instructor of heroes
in the art of war, had cut on Mount Peʹli-on and given to the father of
Achilles.

                                His strength
    Alone sufficed to wield it. 'Twas an ash
    Which Chiron felled in Pelion's top, and gave
    To Peleus, that it yet might be the death
    Of heroes.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XVI.

The Trojan chief stooped to avoid the blow, and the spear, passing over
him, sunk in the earth. Minerva, unseen by Hector, plucked it out and
gave it back to Achilles. Hector now launched his weapon. With true aim
he hurled it, for it struck the center of his antagonist's shield, but
the workmanship of Vulcan was not to be pierced, and so the javelin of
the Trojan hero bounded from the brazen armor and fell to the ground. He
called loudly to Deiphobus for another spear. There was no answer, and
then looking around him he discovered that he had been deceived.

            All comfortless he stands; then, with a sigh:
    "'Tis so--Heaven wills it, and my hour is nigh.
    I deem'd Deiphobus had heard my call,
    But he secure lies guarded in the wall.
    A god deceived me; Pallas, 'twas thy deed,
    Death and black fate approach! 'tis I must bleed."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

Nevertheless, Hector resolved to fight bravely to the end, and so he
drew his sword and rushed upon Achilles. The Greek warrior, watching his
foe closely as he approached, noticed an opening in his armor, where the
collar of the corselet joined the shoulder. At that spot he furiously
thrust his speat, and pierced the Trojan hero through the neck. Hector
fell to the ground, mortally wounded. In his dying moments he begged
Achilles to send his body to his parents, telling him that they would
give large ransom in gold. But his entreaties were in vain. Neither by
prayers nor by promise of gold could the conqueror be moved. The last
words of Hector were words warning Achilles of his own doom:

    "A day will come when fate's decree
    And angry gods shall wreak this wrong on thee;
    Phœbus and Paris shall avenge my fate,
    And stretch thee here before the Scæan Gate."
    He ceased. The Fates suppress'd his laboring breath,
    And his eyes stiffen'd at the hand of death.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

So died the great champion of the Trojans. The Greeks crowded around the
dead hero, admiring his stature and beautiful figure, and remarking one
to another that Hector was far less dangerous to touch now than when he
was setting fire to their fleet.

But the anger of Achilles was not appeased even by the death of his foe.
Eager for still more vengeance, he bound the feet of the dead hero with
leather thongs to the back of his chariot, leaving the head to trail
along the ground, and thus he drove to the ships, dragging the noble
Hector in the dust.

The Trojans, beholding this dreadful spectacle from the walls of the
city, broke out into loud lamentations, and King Priam and Queen Hecuba
were almost distracted with grief. Andromache had not been a witness of
the combat. She was at home with her maids, making preparations for
Hector's return from the battle, and was therefore unaware of the
terrible events which had taken place. But the sound of the wailing on
the ramparts having reached her ears, she rushed forth from the palace,
fearful that some evil had happened to her husband. Hastening through
the streets to the Scæan Gate, she ascended the tower, and looking out
on the plain, saw the body of her beloved Hector dragged behind the
wheels of the chariot of Achilles. Overpowered with grief at the sight,
the unhappy woman sank fainting into the arms of her attendants.

    A sudden darkness shades her swimming eyes:
    She faints, she falls; her breath, her color flies.
    Her hair's fair ornaments, the braids that bound,
    The net that held them, and the wreath that crown'd,
    The veil and diadem flew far away
    (The gift of Venus on her bridal day).
    Around a train of weeping sisters stands
    To raise her sinking with assistant hands.

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXII.

While the Trojans thus mourned the loss of their chief, his body was
dragged into the Grecian camp and flung on the beach beside the ships.
Preparations were then made for funeral services in honor of Patroclus.
The ceremonies occupied three days. A vast quantity of wood was cut down
on Mount Ida, and carried to the plain, where the logs were heaped
together in an immense pile, a hundred feet square. Upon this they
placed the corpse. They next put upon the pile the fat of several oxen,
that it might the more easily burn, and they slew and laid upon it the
dead man's horses. Achilles cut off a lock of his own hair and put it in
the dead hero's hand, and each of the other warriors placed a lock of
his hair on the body.

Torches were now applied, and they prayed to the wind gods, Boʹre-as and
Zephʹy-rus, to send strong breezes to fan the flames. All through the
night the pile blazed with a mighty roar, and in the morning, when it
was consumed, the embers were quenched with wine, and the bones of
Patroclus were gathered up and inclosed in a golden urn. On the spot
where the pyre had stood they raised a mound of earth as a monument to
the hero.

Then there were funeral games at which valuable prizes, given by
Achilles, were competed for,--prizes of gold and silver, and shining
weapons, and vases, and steeds, and oxen. Diomede won the prize in the
chariot race, for he ran with the immortal horses he had taken in battle
from Æneas. In the wrestling match Ulysses and Ajax Telamon were the
rival champions. Both displayed such strength and skill that it could
not be decided which was the victor, and so a prize of equal value was
given to each. Ajax Telamon also competed with Diomede in a combat with
swords, and both were declared equal and received each a prize.

In the contest with bow and arrows, Teuʹcer and Me-riʹo-nes were the
competitors, and a dove tied to the top of a mast fixed in the ground,
was the object aimed at. Teucer missed the bird, but he struck and cut
the cord that fastened her to the pole, and she flew up into the
heavens. Then Meriones shot at her with his arrow. The weapon pierced
the dove beneath the wing and she fell to the earth. This feat was
greatly admired by the spectators, and Meriones received as his prize
ten double-bladed battle-axes. To Teucer, whose performance was also
much applauded, a prize of ten single-bladed axes was given.

Thus did Achilles honor his dead friend by funeral rites and funeral
games. But his wrath against Hector still continued, even when he had
dragged the hero's body at his chariot wheels three times round the tomb
of Patroclus. This cruel insult he repeated at dawn for several days.
But Apollo watched the body.

                        Apollo, moved
    With pity for the hero, kept him free
    From soil or stain, though dead, and o'er him held
    The golden ægis, lest, when roughly dragged
    Along the ground, the body might be torn.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

[Illustration: MERIONES' WONDERFUL SHOT.

_Drawn by Hubbell._]

But at last the gods, with the exception of Juno, were moved to pity,
and on the twelfth day from the death of the Trojan hero, Jupiter
summoned Thetis to Olympus, and bade her command Achilles to restore
Hector's body to his parents. He also sent Iris with a message to King
Priam, telling him to go to the Greek fleet, bearing with him a suitable
ransom for his son. Thetis promptly carried out the order of Jupiter.
She told her son of the command of the king of heaven, and Achilles
answered that since it was the will of Jove he was ready to obey.

    "Let him who brings the ransom come and take
    The body, if it be the will of Jove."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

Joyfully the aged Priam received the message of Iris, and he made haste
to set out for the Grecian camp. He took with him costly things as
ransom,--ten talents of gold, and precious vases and goblets, and many
beautiful robes of state. These were carried in a wagon drawn by four
mules, which were driven by the herald Idæus. The king rode in his own
chariot and he himself was the charioteer. As they crossed the plain
they were met by the god Mercury, whom Jupiter had sent to conduct them
safely to the tent of the Greek warrior.

    "Haste, guide King Priam to the Grecian fleet,
    Yet so that none may see him, and no Greek
    Know of his coming, till he stand before
    Pelides."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

Mercury mounted the chariot of Priam, and taking in his hands the reins,
he drove rapidly towards the ships. When they came to the trenches the
god cast the guards into a deep slumber, and so the Trojan king and his
companion reached the tent of the chief of the Myrmidons, unseen by any
of the Greeks. Then Mercury departed, and ascended to Olympus.

Achilles received his visitors respectfully, and the aged king, kissing
the hero's hand, knelt down before him and begged him have pity on a
father mourning for his son.

                        "For his sake I come
    To the Greek fleet, and to redeem his corse
    I bring uncounted ransom. O, revere
    The gods, Achilles, and be merciful,
    Calling to mind thy father! happier he
    Than I; for I have borne what no man else
    That dwells on earth could bear,--have laid my lips
    Upon the hand of him who slew my son."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

The Greek chief, moved by this appeal, replied in kind words and
accepted the ransom, after which he caused Priam and Idæus to sit down
and refresh themselves with food and drink, and invited them to remain
with him for the night. He also granted a truce of twelve days for
funeral rites in honor of Hector.

Early in the morning the Trojan king and his herald arose, and Mercury
again descended from Olympus to conduct them safely from the Grecian
camp. Quickly they yoked their steeds, and mournfully they drove across
the plain to the city. Cassandra, who stood watching on the citadel of
Pergamus, saw them coming, and she cried out in a loud voice to the
people, bidding them go and meet their dead hero.

    "If e'er ye rush'd in crowds, with vast delight,
    To hail your hero glorious from the fight,
    Now meet him dead, and let your sorrows flow;
    Your common triumph, and your common woe."

    POPE, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

Amid the lamentations of the people the corpse was borne through the
streets to the royal palace, where it was placed on a magnificent couch.
Then Andromache and Queen Hecuba approached the body and wept aloud,
each in turn uttering words of grief. Helen, too, came to mourn over
Hector, and she spoke of his constant kindness and tenderness to her.

    "O Hector, who wert dearest to my heart
    Of all my husband's brothers,--for the wife
    Am I of godlike Paris, him whose fleet
    Brought me to Troy,--would I had sooner died!
    And now the twentieth year is past since first
    I came a stranger from my native shore,
    Yet have I never heard from thee a word
    Of anger or reproach. And when the sons
    Of Priam, and his daughters, and the wives
    Of Priam's sons, in all their fair array,
    Taunted me grievously, or Hecuba
    Herself,--for Priam ever was to me
    A gracious father,--thou didst take my part
    With kindly admonitions, and restrain
    Their tongues with soft address and gentle words.
    Therefore my heart is grieved, and I bewail
    Thee and myself at once,--unhappy me!
    For now I have no friend in all wide Troy,--
    None to be kind to me: they hate me all."

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

With the funeral of Hector the Iliad of Homer ends. The poet's subject,
as has been said, was the Wrath of Achilles, and the poem properly
closes when the results of the hero's wrath have been related. The
concluding lines of the twenty-fourth, and last, book of the Iliad
describe the funeral ceremonies of Hector, which were the same as those
performed by the Greeks in honor of Patroclus.

                          Nine days they toiled
    To bring the trunks of trees, and when the tenth
    Arose to light the abodes of men, they brought
    The corse of valiant Hector from the town
    With many tears, and laid it on the wood
    High up, and flung the fire to light the pile.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

The fire burned all night, and next day they gathered the bones of
Hector and placed them in a golden urn. Then they buried the urn and
erected a tomb over the grave.

    In haste they reared the tomb, with sentries set
    On every side, lest all too soon the Greeks
    Should come in armor to renew the war.
    When now the tomb was built, the multitude
    Returned, and in the halls where Priam dwelt,
    Nursling of Jove, were feasted royally.
    Such was the mighty Hector's burial rite.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book XXIV.

[Illustration: FEASTING-CUP.]




XII. DEATH OF ACHILLES--FALL AND DESTRUCTION OF TROY.


After the funeral of Hector the war was renewed. For a time the Trojans
remained within the walls of their city, which were strong enough to
resist all the assaults of the enemy. But some allies having come to
their assistance, they were encouraged to sally forth again and fight
the Greeks in the open plain. The famous and beautiful Queen
Pen-the-si-leʹa came with an army of her Amʹa-zons, a nation of female
warriors who dwelt on the shores of the Black Sea.

    Penthesilea there with haughty grace,
    Leads to the wars an Amazonian race;
    In their right hands a pointed dart they wield;
    The left for ward, sustains the lunar shield.

    VERGIL.

Brave as she was beautiful, the queen of the Amazons scorned to remain
behind the shelter of walls, and so, leading her valiant band of women
out through the gates, she made a fierce attack on the Greeks. A
terrific battle then began, and many warriors on both sides were laid
in the dust. Penthesilea herself was slain by Achilles. The hero was
unwilling to fight with a woman, and he tried to avoid meeting the
queen, but she attacked him so furiously, first hurling her spear, and
then rushing upon him sword in hand, that he was obliged to strike in
self-defense. With a thrust of his lance he gave her a mortal wound, and
the brave heroine fell, begging Achilles to permit her body to be taken
away by her own people.

[Illustration: COMBAT OF THE AMAZONS.

_Painting by Michelena._]

Filled with pity for the unfortunate queen, and with admiration for her
courage and beauty, the hero granted the request. He even proposed that
the Greeks should perform funeral rites and build a tomb in her honor.
The foul-mouthed Thersites (mentioned in a previous chapter as having
been chastised by Ulysses) scoffed at this proposal, and ridiculed
Achilles, saying that he was not so soft-hearted in his treatment of
Hector. Enraged at his insulting words, the chief of the Myrmidons
struck him dead with a mighty blow of his fist.

Now Diomede was a relative of the unfortunate Thersites, and he demanded
that Achilles should pay to the family of the dead man the fine required
by Greek law for such offenses. Achilles refused, and he was about to
retire again in anger from the war, and even to return home. But
Ulysses persuaded Diomede to withdraw his claim, and so made peace
between the two chiefs.

Another ally, and a very powerful one, now came to help the Trojans.
This was Memʹnon, king of Ethiopia, and nephew of Priam, being the son
of Priam's brother Ti-thoʹnus, and Au-roʹra, goddess of the dawn. With
an army of ten thousand men he arrived at Troy, and immediately entered
the field to do battle with the Greeks. Again there was great slaughter
of heroes on both sides. Memnon killed Antilochus, the son of Nestor,
and Nestor challenged Memnon to single combat. But on account of the
great age of the venerable Greek, the Ethiopian warrior declined to
fight him. Achilles then challenged Memnon, and the two heroes fought in
presence of both armies. The conflict was long and furious, for Memnon,
too, had a suit of armor made for him by Vulcan, at the request of his
goddess mother Aurora, and in strength and courage he was almost equal
to Achilles. Once more, however, fortune favored the chief of the
Myrmidons. The brave Memnon was slain, and Aurora bore away his body
that funeral rites might be performed.

But the time was now at hand when the great warrior who so far had
conquered in every fight was to meet his own doom. We have seen that
Hector, as he lay dying in front of the Scæan Gate, warned Achilles
that he himself should fall by the hand of Paris. This prophecy was
fulfilled.

By the death of Memnon the Trojans were much discouraged. Their powerful
allies had been defeated, and they were no longer able to hold the field
against the enemy. Soon after the death of Memnon there was a great
battle, in which the Greeks, headed by Achilles, drove them back to the
city walls. Through the Scæan Gate, which lay open, the Trojans rushed
in terror and confusion, the Greeks pressing on close behind. Achilles
reached the gate, and was about to enter, when Paris aimed at him with
an arrow. Guided by Apollo, the weapon struck the hero in the heel, the
only part in which he could be fatally wounded.

The warrior fell to the ground, whereupon the Trojan prince hastened up
and slew him with his sword. A terrific struggle took place over the
body of the dead chief, but by mighty efforts Ajax Telamon and Ulysses
succeeded in gaining possession of it, and carrying it to the Grecian
camp. Deep was the grief of the Greeks at the death of their great
champion. Magnificent funeral rites and games were celebrated in his
honor, his goddess mother, Thetis, presiding over the ceremonies. After
the body had been burned in the customary manner, the bones were placed
in a vase of gold, made by Vulcan, and a vast mound was raised on the
shore as a monument to the hero.

    The sacred army of the warlike Greeks
    Built up a tomb magnificently vast
    Upon a cape of the broad Hellespont,
    There to be seen, far off upon the deep,
    By those who now are born, or shall be born
    In future years.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book XXIV.

The armor of Achilles was offered as a reward for the warrior who had
fought most bravely in rescuing the body, and who had done most harm to
the Trojans. To decide the question which of the Greek chiefs deserved
this honor, it was resolved to take the votes of the Trojan prisoners
then in the Greek camp, who had witnessed the struggle at the Scæan
Gate. The majority of votes were in favor of Ulysses, and to him,
therefore, the splendid shield and corselet and helmet and greaves, made
by Vulcan for the son of Thetis, were given. Ajax was so disappointed
and grieved at not having obtained the coveted prize that he became
insane, and in his frenzy he slew himself with his own sword.

The Greeks had now lost their two most powerful warriors, and they began
to think that it was impossible for them to take Troy by force, and
that they must try other methods. So the wise Ulysses then set his
brain to work to devise some stratagem by which the city might be taken.
The first thing he did was to capture the Trojan prince and soothsayer,
Helenus, who had gone out from the city to offer sacrifices in the
temple of Apollo on Mount Ida. Calchas, the Greek soothsayer, had said
that Helenus was the only mortal who knew by what means Troy could be
conquered, and so Ulysses made him prisoner and threatened him with
death if he did not tell.

Then Helenus told the Ithacan chief that before Troy could be taken
three things must be done. First, he said, the Greeks must get the
arrows of Hercules; next, they must carry away the sacred Palladium, for
as long as it remained within the walls the city was safe; and, lastly,
they must have the help of the son of Achilles.

Now the arrows of Hercules could be obtained only from Phil-oc-teʹtes, a
Greek chief who received them from Hercules himself. These arrows had
been dipped in the blood of the hydra, a monster Hercules had slain.
This made them poisonous, so that wounds inflicted by them were fatal.
Philoctetes was with his countrymen at Aulis when they set sail for
Troy, but he was bitten on the foot by a serpent, and the smell of the
injured part being so offensive that his comrades could not endure it,
he had been left behind, on the advice of Ulysses.

    Far in an island, suffering grievous pangs,--
    The hallowed isle of Lemnos. There the Greeks
    Left him, in torture from a venomed wound
    Made by a serpent's fangs. He lay and pined.

    BRYANT, _Iliad_, Book II.

Ulysses now resolved to get Philoctetes to come to Troy, if he were
still alive, and so, taking Diomede with him, he set out for Lemnos.
They found him at the cave where they had left him ten years before. The
wound was not yet healed, and he had suffered much, having had no means
of existence except game which he had to procure himself.

    Exposed to the inclement skies,
    Deserted and forlorn he lies;
    No friend or fellow-mourner there,
    To soothe his sorrows and divide his care.

    SOPHOCLES (Francklin's tr.)

Still enraged at their former ill-treatment of him, Philoctetes at first
refused the request of the two chiefs. Their mission would have failed
had not Hercules appeared to him in a dream and advised him to go to
Troy, telling him that his wound would be healed by the famous Machaon.
He then gladly went with Ulysses and Diomede. On his arrival at the
Grecian camp the great physician cured him by casting him into a deep
sleep and cutting away the diseased flesh from the injured foot. He
awoke in perfect health and strength, and at once joined his countrymen
in the war, resolved to make good use of his fatal arrows.

An opportunity soon offered, for the Trojans now began again to venture
out in the open plain, thinking that the Greeks were not so dangerous
since the terrible Achilles was no longer at their head. Their new
general in chief was Paris, and Philoctetes, happening to encounter him
in battle, aimed at him with one of his poisoned arrows and pierced him
through the shoulder. Paris was immediately carried back to the city,
suffering intense pain, for the poison quickly began to take effect.
Then at last the thoughts of Paris turned to the fair Œnone, whom,
twenty years before, he had left in sorrow and loneliness on Mount Ida.
He remembered her words, that he would one day have recourse to her for
help. Hoping, therefore, that she might take pity on him, and perhaps
cure him of his wound, for she had been instructed in medicine by
Apollo, he ordered his attendants to carry him to where she still dwelt
on the slopes of Ida. Œnone had not forgotten his cruel desertion of
her, and so she refused to use her skill in his behalf. But when she
heard that he was dead, she came down to Troy, and in her grief threw
herself on his funeral pyre, and perished by his side.

                    She rose, and slowly down,
    By the long torrent's ever-deepen'd roar,
    Paced, following, as in trance, the silent cry.
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    Then moving quickly forward till the heat
    Smote on her brow, she lifted up a voice
    Of shrill command, "Who burns upon the pyre?"
    Whereon their oldest and their boldest said,
    "He whom thou wouldst not heal!" and all at once
    The morning light of happy marriage broke
    Thro' all the clouded years of widowhood,
    And muffling up her comely head, and crying
    "Husband!" she leapt upon the funeral pile,
    And mixt herself with him and past in fire.

    TENNYSON, _Death of Œnone_.

Meanwhile the Ithacan king, not forgetting the other conditions
mentioned by Helenus, set sail for the island of Scyros, where the son
of Achilles resided. His name was Pyrʹrhus, or Ne-op-tolʹ-mus, and, as
he was a brave youth, he rejoiced at having an opportunity of fighting
the Trojans, by whom his father had been killed. Ulysses gave him his
father's armor, and by many heroic deeds in the war he proved that he
was worthy to wear it.

The Palladium was now to be carried off from Troy, and this was a task
by no means easy to perform. But the man of many arts succeeded in
accomplishing it. Putting on the garments of a beggar, and scourging his
body so as to leave marks, he went to the Scæan Gate, and entreated the
guards to admit him. He told them that he was a Greek slave, and that he
wished to escape from his master who had cruelly ill-used him. The
guards, believing his story, permitted him to enter the city.

                      "He had given himself
    Unseemly stripes, and o'er his shoulders flung
    Vile garments like a slave's, and entered thus
    The enemy's town, and walked its spacious streets.
    Another man he seemed in that disguise.--
    A beggar, though when at the Achaian fleet
    So different was the semblance that he wore.
    He entered Ilium thus transformed, and none
    Knew who it was that passed."

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV.

But Helen, happening to pass by at a place near the king's palace, where
the pretended beggar sat down to rest, immediately recognized him. He
made a sign to her to keep silent, thinking that Paris being now dead,
Helen perhaps was friendly to the Greeks, and wished them to take Troy,
so that she might return to her own country. In this Ulysses was right,
as very soon appeared, and as Helen declared years afterwards, when
telling to his own son, Telemachus, the story of the Ithacan king's
adventure within the walls of Troy.

                  "For I already longed
    For my old home, and deeply I deplored
    The evil fate that Venus brought on me,
    Who led me thither from my own dear land."

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV.

Helen passed on without uttering a word, but in the evening she sent one
of her maids to bring Ulysses secretly to her apartment in the palace.
There she expressed her joy at meeting her countryman, and after
hospitably entertaining him, she listened with pleasure to his plans.
She then told him of the plans of the Trojans, and where and how the
Palladium was to be got. Having thus obtained the information he
desired, Ulysses contrived to make his way back unobserved to the Greek
camp. In a few days he returned, accompanied by Diomede. They got into
the city by scaling the walls, and Diomede, climbing on the shoulders of
Ulysses, entered the citadel. Here, by following the directions given by
Helen, he found the famous statue, and he and his companion carried it
off to their friends at the ships, who rejoiced at the success of the
undertaking.

Troy was now no longer under the protection of Pallas Minerva. Though
that goddess helped the Greeks in their battles, she was obliged to
save the city itself while it contained her sacred statue. But the
Palladium being no longer within the walls, she was now at liberty to
help the Greeks to capture and destroy the city. She therefore put into
the mind of Ulysses the idea of the wooden horse, and she instructed the
Greek chief E-peʹus how to make it. This horse was of vast size, large
enough to contain about a hundred men, for it was hollow within.

                By Minerva's aid, a fabric reared,
    Which like a steed of monstrous height appeared;
    The sides were flanked with pine.

    VERGIL.

When it was finished, provisions were put into it. Then Ulysses, and
Pyrrhus, and Menelaus, and Epeus, and a number of other Greek warriors,
mounted into it by means of a ladder, after which the opening was
fastened by strong bolts.

                    In the hollow side,
    Selected numbers of their soldiers hide;
    With inward arms the dire machine they load;
    And iron bowels stuff the dark abode.

    VERGIL.

Meanwhile the other Greeks broke up their camp, and all going aboard
their ships, they set sail, as if they had given up the siege, and were
about to return to Greece. But they went no farther than the island of
Tenʹe-dos, about three miles from the shore.

    In sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an isle
    (While Fortune did on Priam's empire smile)
    Renowned for wealth; but since, a faithless bay,
    Where ships exposed to wind and weather lay.
    There was their fleet concealed.

    VERGIL.

As soon as the Trojans saw from their walls that the tents of the enemy
were removed, and that their fleet had departed, they were filled with
surprise and delight. They believed that the Greeks had given up the
war, and so, throwing open their gates, they rushed out in multitudes
upon the plain, King Priam riding in his chariot at their head.

    The Trojans, cooped within their walls so long,
    Unbar their gates, and issue in a throng
    Like swarming bees, and with delight survey
    The camp deserted, where the Grecians lay.

    VERGIL.

But soon their attention was attracted by the huge wooden horse, and
they gathered about it, astonished at its great size, and wondering what
it meant. Some thought that it meant evil to Troy, and advised that it
should be burned; others proposed that it should be hauled into the city
and placed within the citadel. La-ocʹo-on, one of Priam's sons, who was
also a priest of Apollo, cried out in a loud voice, warning the king
and people against doing this. "Are you so foolish," he exclaimed, "as
to suppose that the enemy are gone? Put no faith in this horse. Whatever
it is, I fear the Greeks even when offering gifts."

    "This hollow fabric either must enclose
    Within its blind recess, our secret foes;
    Or 'tis an engine raised above the town
    To overlook the walls, and then to batter down.
    Somewhat is sure designed by fraud or force:
    Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse."

    VERGIL.

Thus saying, Laocoon hurled his spear against the side of the horse, and
it sent forth a hollow sound like a deep groan. But at this moment a
stranger, having the appearance of a Greek, was brought before the king.
Some Trojan shepherds, finding him loitering on the river bank, had made
him prisoner. Being asked who he was and why he was there, he told an
artful story. His name, he said, was Si'non, and he was a Greek. His
countrymen, having decided to give up the war, resolved to offer one of
themselves as a sacrifice to the gods, that they might get fair winds to
return home, and they selected him to be the victim. To escape that
terrible fate he concealed himself among the reeds by the side of the
Scamander until the fleet departed. This was Sinon's account of
himself. The Trojans believed it, and the prisoner was set free. But the
king asked him to tell them about the wooden horse,--why it had been
made, and left there upon the plain.

Then Sinon told another false story. He said that the horse was a peace
offering to Minerva, who had been angry because the Palladium was taken
from Troy. For that insult to her, the goddess commanded the Greeks to
return to their own country, and Calchas ordered them to build the horse
as an atonement for their crime. He also told them to make it so large
that the Trojans might not be able to drag it within their gates; for if
it were brought into the city, it would be a protection to Troy, but if
any harm were done to it, ruin would come on the kingdom of Priam.

    "We raised and dedicate this wondrous frame,
    So lofty, lest through your forbidden gates
    It pass, and intercept our better fates;
    For, once admitted there, our hopes are lost;
    And Troy may then a new Palladium boast
    For so religion and the gods ordain,
    That, if you violate with hands profane
    Minerva's gift, your town in flames shall burn;
    (Which omen, O ye gods, on Græcia turn!)
    But if it climb, with your assisting hands,
    The Trojan walls, and in the city stands;
    Then Troy shall Argos and Mycenæ burn,
    And the reverse of fate on us return."

    VERGIL.

King Priam and the Trojans believed this story too, and a terrible thing
which just then happened made them believe it all the more. After
Laocoon had hurled his spear at the wooden horse, he and his two sons
went to offer sacrifice to the gods at an altar erected on the beach.
While they were thus engaged, two enormous serpents, darting out from
the sea, glided up to the altar, seized the priest and his sons, and
crushed all three to death in their tremendous coils.

    First around the tender boys they wind,
    Then with their sharpened fangs their limbs and bodies grind.
    The wretched father, running to their aid
    With pious haste, but vain, they next invade:
    Twice round his waist their winding volumes rolled;
    And twice about his gasping throat they fold.
    The priest thus doubly choked--their crests divide,
    And towering o'er his head in triumph ride.

    VERGIL.

The terrified Trojans regarded this awful event as a punishment sent by
the gods upon Laocoon for insulting Minerva by casting his spear at her
gift, which they now believed the horse to be. They therefore resolved
to take the huge figure into the city in spite of the advice of
Cassandra, who also warned them that it would bring ruin upon Troy. And
so they made a great breach in the walls, for none of their gates were
large enough to admit the vast image, and fastening strong ropes to its
feet they dragged it into the citadel. Then they decorated the temples
with garlands of green boughs, and spent the remainder of the day in
festivity and rejoicing.

But in the dead of the night, when they were all sunk in deep repose,
the treacherous Sinon drew the bolts from the trapdoor in the side of
the wooden horse, and out came the Greek warriors, rejoicing at the
success of their stratagem.

Sinon next hurried down to the beach, and there kindled a fire as a
signal to his countrymen on the ships. They knew what it meant, for it
was part of the plan that had been agreed on. Quickly plying their oars,
they soon reached the shore, and, marching across the plain, the Greeks
poured in thousands into the streets, through the breach that had been
made in the walls.

The Trojans, startled from their sleep by the noise, understood at once
what had happened. Hastily they rushed to arms, and, led and encouraged
by Æneas and other chiefs, they fought valiantly to drive out the enemy,
but all their valor was in vain. Troy was at last taken. The victorious
Greeks swept through the city, dealing death and destruction around
them. King Priam was slain by Pyrrhus, at the foot of the altar in one
of the temples, to which he fled for safety. His son Deiphobus, who had
married Helen after the death of Paris, was slain by Menelaus. The
Spartan king, believing that what his wife had done had been decreed by
the Fates and the will of the gods, pardoned her and took her with him
to his ships. The women of the Trojan royal family were carried off as
slaves.

Æneas, with his father Anchises and his son I-uʹlus, escaped from the
city, and sailed from Troas with a fleet and a number of warlike
followers. After many adventures by sea and land, which the Roman poet,
Verʹgil, tells about in his poem called the Æ-neʹid, he reached Italy.
There he established a settlement, and his descendants, it is said, were
the founders of Rome.

Having completed their work of destruction and carried off to their
ships all the riches of Troy, the Greeks set fire to the city, and in a
few hours nothing remained but a mass of smouldering ruins. So ended the
famous Trojan War. The prophecy of the soothsayer, Æsacus, at the birth
of Paris, was fulfilled. Paris had brought destruction upon his family
and country.

[Illustration: CAPTIVE ANDROMACHE.

_Painting by Lord Leighton._]




XIII. THE GREEK CHIEFS AFTER THE WAR.


Great was the rejoicing of the Greeks at having at last brought the long
and terrible war to a successful end. They had lost heavily in men and
treasure, but they had defeated and destroyed the enemy, and taken
possession of all the wealth of the rich city of Troy. They now looked
forward with pleasure to the prospect of a safe return to their homes
and families, which they had not seen for ten years. But for some of
them, as we shall see, this happy hope was never realized.

The most unfortunate of them all was Agamemnon. He reached his kingdom
and city of Mycenæ in safety, but he was there cruelly murdered by
Æ-gisʹthus, a relative of his, whom his wife, Clytemnestra, had married
during his absence.

              Ægisthus planned a snare.
    He chose among the people twenty men,
    The bravest, whom he stationed out of sight,
    And gave command that others should prepare
    A banquet. Then with chariots and with steeds,
    And with a deadly purpose in his heart,
    He went, and, meeting Agamemnon, bade
    The shepherd of the people to the feast,
    And slew him at the board.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV.

The Trojan princess, Cassandra, who accompanied Agamemnon to Mycenæ, had
warned him of his doom, but as usual her words were disregarded, and she
herself was slain at the same time as the ill-fated king. Agamemnon had
a son named O-resʹtes, who was then but a boy, and Ægisthus intended to
kill him also, but the youth's sister, E-lecʹtra, contrived to have him
sent secretly to the court of his uncle, Stroʹphi-us, king of Phoʹcis.
Here he was affectionately received and tenderly cared for. His constant
companion was his cousin, Pylʹa-des, the son of Strophius, and so strong
was their friendship for each other that it became famous in song and
story.

When Orestes reached the years of manhood, he resolved to punish the
murderers of his father. With this object he went to Mycenæ, taking with
him his friend and companion, Pylades; and having obtained admission to
the royal palace, he slew Ægisthus.

    Seven years in rich Mycenæ he bore rule,
    And on the eighth, to his destruction, came
    The nobly-born Orestes, just returned
    From Athens, and cut off that man of blood,
    The crafty wretch Ægisthus, by whose hand
    Fell his illustrious father.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book III.

As Clytemnestra had taken part in the murder of Agamemnon, Orestes slew
her also. This killing of his own mother provoked the anger of the gods,
and Orestes was commanded to go to the oracle of Apollo, at Delphi, to
learn there what punishment he should suffer for his crime. He obeyed,
and the oracle told him that he must bring to Greece a statue of Diana
which was then in the temple of that goddess in Taurica.

This was a dangerous enterprise, for the king of Taurica had a practice
of sacrificing in that very temple any foreigners found in his country.
Nevertheless Orestes undertook the task. He went to Taurica,
accompanied, as usual, by his ever faithful friend Pylades. No sooner
had they arrived than they were seized and carried before the king, and
condemned to be sacrificed. But Orestes discovered, to his surprise and
delight, that the priestess of the temple was his own sister, Iphigenia,
who, as will be remembered, had been carried away many years before by
Diana herself, when about to be sacrificed by the Greeks at Aulis. By
the help of Iphigenia, the two friends not only escaped from Taurica,
but carried off the statue, and Iphigenia returned with them to Greece.
Orestes succeeded to the throne of his father, and as king of Mycenæ he
lived and reigned many years in prosperity and happiness.

Menelaus returned to his kingdom of Sparta with his wife, Helen, but he
had many wanderings and adventures. He was detained by unfavorable winds
for some time on an island near the coast of Egypt, and he might never
have reached home but for the advice he received from Proʹteus, one of
the sea gods. It was no easy matter to get advice from Proteus. It was
very difficult to find him, and still more difficult to get him to
answer questions, for he had a habit of changing himself rapidly into
many different forms, and so escaping from those who came to consult
him. But Menelaus had the good fortune of meeting a water nymph named
I-doʹthe-a, a daughter of Proteus, and she directed him what to do.
There was a certain cave near the seaside, to which the Old Man of the
Sea, as Proteus was sometimes called, came every day at noon to sleep.
Idothea told Menelaus he would find the old man there, and that he must
seize him quickly in his arms, and hold him fast in spite of all his
changes, until he took the shape in which he had first appeared. Then he
would answer any question put to him.

                                  "As soon
    As ye behold him stretched at length, exert
    Your utmost strength to hold him there, although
    He strive and struggle to escape your hands;
    For he will try all stratagems, and take
    The form of every reptile on the earth,
    And turn to water and to raging flame,--
    Yet hold him firmly still, and all the more
    Make fast the bands. When he again shall take
    The form in which thou sawest him asleep,
    Desist from force, and loose the bands that held
    The ancient prophet. Ask of him what god
    Afflicts thee thus, and by what means to cross
    The fishy deep and find thy home again."

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV.

Menelaus followed these directions, taking with him three of his bravest
warriors, as Idothea also advised. They found Proteus, and rushing upon
him, they seized and held him firmly in their grip, though he tried hard
to escape.

              First he took the shape
    Of a maned lion, of a serpent next,
    Then of a panther, then of a huge boar,
    Then turned to flowing water, then became
    A tall tree full of leaves. With resolute hearts
    We held him fast, until the aged seer
    Was weaned out, in spite of all his wiles.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV,

The Old Man of the Sea then told Menelaus that he must go to Egypt, to
the river there, and offer sacrifices to the gods, and that they would
send him forth upon his voyage home, which would be speedy and safe. The
Greek chief did as Proteus directed, and the prophecy was fulfilled. He
soon reached his Spartan home, where, with his famous queen, Helen, he
spent the remainder of his life in happiness.

Idomeneus, the warrior king of Crete, reached his island kingdom in
safety.

    Idomeneus brought also back to Crete
    All his companions who survived the war;
    The sea took none of them.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book III.

But a sad event occurred on his arrival in the island. During his voyage
home there was a terrible storm, and Idomeneus much feared that his
fleet might be destroyed. He then made a vow that if his ships escaped,
he would sacrifice to Neptune the first living creature he met on
landing. Unfortunately this happened to be his own son, who came down to
the shore to receive and welcome his father. Idomeneus, though
overwhelmed with grief, nevertheless fulfilled his promise to the god,
but the Creʹtans were so incensed at the inhuman act that they banished
him from the island.

        A flying rumor had been spread
    That fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled,
    Expelled and exiled.

    VERGIL.

Thus driven from his own country Idomeneus sailed westward until he came
to the southern coast of Italy, where he founded the city and colony of
Sal-lenʹtia, and lived to an extreme old age.

The fate of Ajax Oileus, king of Locris, was almost as terrible as that
of Agamemnon. On the night of the destruction of Troy he had cruelly
ill-treated the princess Cassandra, whom he dragged from the altar of
the temple of Minerva, to which she had fled for refuge. Even the Greeks
themselves were shocked at the crime, and they threatened to punish him
for it. He was, however, allowed to set sail for Greece. But Minerva
borrowed from Jupiter his flaming thunderbolts, and, obtaining
permission from Neptune, she raised a furious tempest, which destroyed
the Locrian king's ship. He himself swam to a rock, and as he sat there
he defiantly cried out that he was safe in spite of all the gods. This
insult to the immortals brought upon him the wrath of Neptune, who,
smiting the rock with his awful trident, hurled the impious Ajax into
the depths of the sea.

                            He had said
    That he, in spite of all the gods, would come
    Safe from those mountain waves. When Neptune heard
    The boaster's challenge, instantly he laid
    His strong hand on the trident, smote the rock
    And cleft it to the base. Part stood erect,
    Part fell into the deep. There Ajax sat,
    And felt the shock, and with the falling mass
    Was carried headlong to the billowy depths
    Below, and drank the brine and perished there.

    BRYANT, _Odyssey_, Book IV.

The venerable Nestor reached his home without misfortune or accident He
ended his days in peace in his kingdom of Pylos, though he had to mourn
the loss of his brave son Antilochus, whom Memnon had slain.

Diomede also reached his kingdom of Ætolia, but he found that in his
absence his home had been seized by a stranger. This was a punishment
sent upon him by Venus, whom, as we have seen, he had wounded in the
hand at the siege of Troy.

    "Mad as I was, when I, with mortal arms,
    Presumed against immortal powers to move,
    And violate with wounds the queen of love."

    VERGIL.

Quitting his kingdom and country, the warrior wandered to other lands.
He finally settled in the south of Italy, where he built a city, which
he called Ar-gyrʹi-pa, and married the daughter of Dauʹnus, the king of
the country.

    Great Diomede has compassed round with walls
    The city, which Argyripa he calls,
    From his own Argos named.

    VERGIL.

Neoptolemus, or Pyrrhus, the son of Achilles, returned to Phthia, where
his grandfather, Peleus, still lived and reigned. He took with him
Andromache and Helenus, the only one of Priam's sons who lived after the
destruction of Troy. Pyrrhus, died a few years after his return, and
Andromache became the wife of Helenus. The Trojan prince soon gained the
friendship of Peleus, who gave him a kingdom in E-piʹrus to rule over,
and here he and Andromache spent the remainder of their lives together.

But no one of all the warrior chiefs of Greece who fought at Troy met
with so many dangers in returning to his native land as the famous
Ulysses. Ten year elapsed after the end of the great war before he
reached his Ithacan home. There he was welcomed by his devoted wife,
Penelope, and his affectionate son, Telemachus, who had passed all those
years in loving remembrance of him and anxious hope of his coming. His
wonderful adventures during his many wanderings are described in Homer's
Odyssey. An account of them would fill another book like this Story of
Troy.




PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.


Acʹ a mas
A c̵haʹians (yans)
A c̵hil'lēs̝
Æ ġēʹan
Æ ġisʹthus
Æ nēʹas
Æ nēʹid
Æsʹ a cus
Æs c̵ū lāʹ pi us
Ætʹna
Æ toʹ li a
Ag a memʹ non
A ġēʹnor
Aʹjax
Amʹa zons
An dromʹac̵he
An tēʹ nor
An tilʹo c̵hus
Anʹti phus
Aph ro dīʹ te
A polʹ lo
Ar c̵he laʹ us
Ar c̵hilʹo c̵hus
Arʹġīves
Arʹgos
Ar ġyrʹ i pa
As tyʹa nax
Aʹtreus (trūs)
A trīʹ dēs
Atʹ ro pos
Auʹ lis
Au roʹra
Au tomʹ e don
Bac̵ʹc̵hus
Baʹ li us
Boʹ re as
Briʹa reus (rūs)
Bri seʹ is
C̵alʹc̵has
C̵al līʹo pe
C̵aʹri a
C̵as sanʹdra
C̵as tāʹ li a
Ce lūʹo nēs̝
C̵hīʹ ron
C̵hry seʹ is
C̵hryʹsēs̝
C̵loʹ tho
C̵lyt em nesʹ tra
C̵oʹon
C̵ranʹa ë
C̵resʹsi da
C̵reʹtans
Cyʹclǒps
Dar da nellesʹ
Dar dāʹ ni a
Darʹ da nus
Dauʹ nus
De iphʹ o bus
Dělʹ phī
Dī ănʹ a
Dīʹ o mede
Dīʹ o ne
Dis corʹ di a
Doʹ lon
E ëʹ ti on
Eʹġypt
E lěcʹ tra
E pēʹ us
Eph i ălʹ tēs̝
E pīʹ rus
Eʹ ris
E thi oʹ pi a
Eū phorʹ bus
Eū ry̆lʹ a tēs̝
Eū ry̆nʹ o me
Ganʹ y mede
Glauʹ c̵us
Hāʹ dēs̝
Hecʹ tor
Hecʹ ū ba
Helʹ e nus
Helʹ las
Hẽrʹ c̵ū lēs̝
Hẽrʹ mēs
He sīʹ o ne
Hōʹ mer
I dæʹ us
I dŏmʹ e neus (nūs)
I dōʹ the a
Ilʹ i on
Ilʹ i um
Iʹ lus
I phidʹ a mas
Iph i ġe nīʹ a
Iʹ ris
Iʹ sus
Ithʹ a c̵a
I ūʹ lus
Juʹ no
Juʹ pi ter
Lac̵hʹ e sis
La ẽrʹ tēs̝
La oc̵ʹ o ön
La od a miʹ a
La odʹ i çe
La odʹ o cus
La omʹ e don
La toʹ na
Lēʹ da
Lemʹ nos
Lẽrʹ na
Lesʹ bos
Lōʹ cris
Lycʹ i a
Lyc̵ o meʹ dēs̝
Lyr nesʹ sus
Ma c̵haʹ on
Mēʹ lēs̝
Mel e siġʹ e nēs̝
Memʹ non
Men e lāʹ us
Mẽrʹ c̵ū ry
Me rīʹ o nēs̝
Mĭ nẽrʹ va
My çēʹ næ
Myrʹ mi dons
Mysʹ i a
Ne op tolʹ e mus
Nepʹ tūne
Ne reʹ i dēs̝
Neʹ re us
Nesʹ tor
O dy̆sʹ seus (sūs)
Œ nōʹ ne
O iʹ leus (lūs)
O lymʹ pus
O resʹ tēs̝
Oʹ tus
Pæʹ on
Pal a mēʹ dēs̝
Pal lāʹ di um
Pal' las
Panʹ da rus
Par năsʹ sus
Parʹ is
Parʹ the non
Pa trōʹ c̵lus
Pědʹ a sus
Pē leus (lūs)
Pēʹ li on
Pel o pon nēʹ sus
Pēʹ lops
Pe nelʹ o pe
Pen the si lēʹ a
Pẽrʹ ga mus
Pherʹ e c̵lus
Phil oc̵ tēʹ tēs̝
Phōʹ çis
Phœʹ bus
Phœʹ nix
Phry̆ġʹ i a
Phthiʹ a
Phylʹ a c̵e
Pluʹ to
Po darʹ c̵ēs̝
Po ly̆dʹ a mas
Pol y dōʹ rus
Prīʹ am
Pro tes i lāʹ us
Prōʹ teus (tūs)
Pylʹ a dēs̝
Pȳʹ los
Py̆rʹ rhus
Py̆thʹ i a
Rhēʹ sus
Sălʹ a mis
Sal lenʹ tia
Sămʹ o thrac̵e
Sar pēʹ don
Sc̵a mănʹ der
Sc̵a mănʹ dri us
Sçȳʹ ros
Siçʹ i ly
Simʹ o is
Sīʹ non
Sminʹ theus (thūs)
Smyrʹ na
Sōʹc̵us
Somʹ nus
Sparʹ ta
Stenʹ tor
Sthĕnʹ e lus
Strōʹ phi us
Tal thy̆bʹ i us
Tarʹ ta rus
Tauʹ ri c̵a
Tĕlʹ a mon
Te lĕmʹ ac̵hus
Tĕlʹ e phus
Tĕnʹ e dŏs
Teuʹ c̵er
Teuʹ c̵ri a
Teu thrāʹ ni a
Thēʹ be
Thẽr sīʹ tēs̝
Thĕsʹ sa ly̆
Thēʹ tis
Ti thōʹ nus
Trōʹ as
Trōʹ ilus
Tȳʹ deus (dūs)
Ty dī̄ʹ dēs̝
Ty̆nʹ da rus
U ly̆sʹ sēs̝
Vēʹ nus
Vērʹ ġil
Vŭlʹ c̵an
Xănʹ thus
Zĕphʹ y rus