Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
So spake he, nor did the wind-footed fleet Iris disobey him, but went
down the hills of Ida to sacred Ilios. And as when snow or chill hail
fleets from the clouds beneath the stress of the North Wind born in the
clear air, so fleetly she fled in her eagerness, swift Iris, and drew
near the renowned Earth-shaker and spake to him, saying: “A certain
message to thee, O dark-haired embracer of the earth, have I come
hither to bring from aegis-bearing Zeus. He biddeth thee cease from the
battle and war, and go among the tribes of the gods, or into the bright
sea. And if thou wilt not obey his word, but wilt hold him in no
regard, he threatens that even himself will come hither against thee in
battle, and he biddeth thee avoid thee out of his hands since he
deemeth him far mightier than thou, and elder born, but thy heart
feareth not to call thyself the peer of him whom even the other gods do
hold in dread.”
Then, in great displeasure the renowned Shaker of the earth answered
her: “Out on it, verily now, for as strong as he is, he hath spoken
over-haughtily, if indeed he will subdue by force, against my will, me
that am his equal in honour. For three brethren are we, and sons of
Kronos, whom Rhea bare, Zeus, and myself, and Hades is the third, the
ruler of the folk in the under-world. And in three lots are all things
divided, and each drew a domain of his own, and to me fell the hoary
sea, to be my habitation for ever, when we shook the lots: and Hades
drew the murky darkness, and Zeus the wide heaven, in clear air and
clouds, but the earth and high Olympus are yet common to all. Wherefore
no whit will I walk after the will of Zeus, but quietly let him abide,
for all his strength, in his third portion. And with the might of his
hands let him not strive to terrify me withal, as if I were a coward.
Better for him were it to threaten with terrible words his daughters
and his sons, that himself begat, who will perforce listen to whatso he
enjoins.”
Then the fleet wind-footed Iris answered him: “Is it indeed thy will, O
dark-haired embracer of the earth, that even thus I shall carry to Zeus
this message, hard and froward, or wilt thou turn thee at all, for the
hearts of the good may be turned? Thou knowest how the Erinyes do
always follow to aid the elder-born.”
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