Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Now beside the ships the other leaders of the whole Achaian host were
sleeping all night long, by soft Sleep overcome, but Agamemnon son of
Atreus, shepherd of the host, sweet Sleep held not, so many things he
debated in his mind. And even as when the lord of fair-tressed Hera
lighteneth, fashioning either a mighty rain unspeakable, or hail, or
snow, when the flakes sprinkle all the ploughed lands, or fashioning
perchance the wide mouth of bitter war, even so oft in his breast
groaned Agamemnon, from the very deep of his heart, and his spirits
trembled within him. And whensoever he looked toward that Trojan plain,
he marvelled at the many fires that blazed in front of Ilios, and at
the sound of flutes and pipes, and the noise of men; but whensoever to
the ships he glanced and the host of the Achaians, then rent he many a
lock clean forth from his head, to Zeus that is above, and greatly
groaned his noble heart.
And this in his soul seemed to him the best counsel, to go first of all
to Nestor son of Neleus, if perchance he might contrive with him some
right device that should be for the warding off of evil from all the
Danaans.
Then he rose, and did on his doublet about his breast, and beneath his
shining feet he bound on fair sandals, and thereafter clad him in the
tawny skin of a lion fiery and great, a skin that reached to the feet,
and he grasped his spear.
And even in like wise did trembling fear take hold on Menelaos, (for
neither on his eyelids did Sleep settle down,) lest somewhat should
befall the Argives, who verily for his sake over wide waters were come
to Troy-land, with fierce war in their thoughts.
With a dappled pard’s skin first he covered his broad shoulders, and he
raised and set on his head a casque of bronze, and took a spear in his
strong hand. Then went he on his way to rouse his brother, that
mightily ruled over all the Argives, and as a god was honoured by the
people. Him found he harnessing his goodly gear about his shoulders, by
the stern of the ship, and glad to his brother was his coming. Then
Menelaos of the loud war-cry first accosted him: “Wherefore thus, dear
brother, art thou arming? Wilt thou speed forth any of thy comrades to
spy on the Trojans? Nay, terribly I fear lest none should undertake for
thee this deed, even to go and spy out the foeman alone through the
ambrosial night; needs must he be a man right hardy of heart.”
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