While Priam was still conversing with Helen, a herald entered with the
startling news that his presence was required in the field, to settle
the conditions of the single combat between Paris and Menelaus. Some
natural pangs he felt, when he heard of the danger which threatened his
son. Nevertheless he set out at once, taking with him the victims
required for the sacrifice. When he came to the open space between the
two armies he found all things ready for the solemn rite. The chiefs
stood waiting in a circle, and in their midst was Agamemnon, who acted
as priest. The heralds mingled two portions of pure[3] wine in a bowl,
and poured water over the hands of the chieftains. Then Agamemnon drew
a sharp knife, which hung at his girdle by his ponderous sword, and
cutting off a few hairs from the foreheads of the victims gave them to
the heralds to distribute among the princes. When this was done,
amidst a general hush he uttered this solemn prayer: "Father Zeus, Lord
of Ida, most glorious, most mighty, ye rivers, and thou earth, and ye
dread powers beneath, who take vengeance after death on all those who
swear a false oath, be ye all the witnesses and guardians of our
treaty. If Paris slays Menelaus he shall keep Helen for his wife, with
all her goods; but should Paris fall Helen shall go back to Menelaus,
her lawful lord. Let the war be decided by the issue of this combat,
and Heaven defend the right!" Therewith he cut the throats of the
victims, and laid their quivering bodies on the ground. Then the
drink-offering was poured, with this awful imprecation on those who
should break the treaty: "If any man violate our sworn oath, may his
brains be poured out, even as this wine, and may his wife and children
be sold into bondage."
[3] In sacrifices pure wine was used; wine for drinking was always
mixed with water.
Priam now took his departure from the field, for he could not bear to
see his son in deadly combat with Menelaus. When he was gone, Hector
and Odysseus measured out the ground for the duel, and shook the lots
in a helmet, to see who should be the first to cast his spear; and the
lot fell on Paris. Meanwhile Paris was putting on his armour; for he
had come lightly equipped as an archer into the field.
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