Achilles (Mythological character); Classical literature; Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Jove forbids the gods to interfere further—There is an even fight
till midday, but then Jove inclines the scales of victory in
favour of the Trojans, who eventually chase the Achaeans within
their wall—Juno and Minerva set out to help the Trojans: Jove
sends Iris to turn them back, but later on he promises Juno that
she shall have her way in the end—Hector’s triumph is stayed by
nightfall—The Trojans bivouac on the plain.
Now when Morning, clad in her robe of saffron, had begun to
suffuse light over the earth, Jove called the gods in council on
the topmost crest of serrated Olympus. Then he spoke and all the
other gods gave ear. “Hear me,” said he, “gods and goddesses,
that I may speak even as I am minded. Let none of you neither
goddess nor god try to cross me, but obey me every one of you
that I may bring this matter to an end. If I see anyone acting
apart and helping either Trojans or Danaans, he shall be beaten
inordinately ere he come back again to Olympus; or I will hurl
him down into dark Tartarus far into the deepest pit under the
earth, where the gates are iron and the floor bronze, as far
beneath Hades as heaven is high above the earth, that you may
learn how much the mightiest I am among you. Try me and find out
for yourselves. Hangs me a golden chain from heaven, and lay hold
of it all of you, gods and goddesses together—tug as you will,
you will not drag Jove the supreme counsellor from heaven to
earth; but were I to pull at it myself I should draw you up with
earth and sea into the bargain, then would I bind the chain about
some pinnacle of Olympus and leave you all dangling in the mid
firmament. So far am I above all others either of gods or men.”
They were frightened and all of them of held their peace, for he
had spoken masterfully; but at last Minerva answered, “Father,
son of Saturn, king of kings, we all know that your might is not
to be gainsaid, but we are also sorry for the Danaan warriors,
who are perishing and coming to a bad end. We will, however,
since you so bid us, refrain from actual fighting, but we will
make serviceable suggestions to the Argives that they may not all
of them perish in your displeasure.”
Jove smiled at her and answered, “Take heart, my child,
Trito-born; I am not really in earnest, and I wish to be kind to
you.”
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