invocation to the Muse; Agamemnon insults Apollo; Apollo sends the plague
onto the army; the quarrel between Achilles and Agamemnon; Calchas indicates
what must be done to appease Apollo; Agamemnon takes Briseis from Achilles;
Achilles prays to Thetis for revenge; Achilles meets Thetis; Chryseis is
returned to her father; Thetis visits Zeus; the gods converse about the
matter on Olympus; the banquet of the gods]
modified on July 6, 2006]
that the line numbers in square brackets refer to the Greek text]
Sing, Goddess, sing of the rage of Achilles, son of
that murderous anger which condemned Achaeans
to countless agonies and threw many warrior souls
deep into Hades, leaving their dead bodies
carrion food for dogs and birds
all in fulfillment of the will of Zeus.
Start at the point where Agamemnon,
son of Atreus,
that king of men, quarreled with noble Achilles.
Which of the gods incited these two men to fight?
That god was Apollo, son of Zeus and
Angry with Agamemnon, he cast plague down
onto the troopsdeadly infectious evil.
For Agamemnon had dishonoured the god's priest,
Chryses, who'd come to the ships to find his daughter,
Chryseis, bringing with him a huge ransom.
In his hand he held up on a golden staff
the scarf sacred to archer god Apollo.
He begged Achaeans, above all the army's leaders,
the two sons of Atreus:
"Menelaus, Agamemnon, sons of
all you well-armed Achaeans, may the gods
on Olympus grant you wipe out Priam's city,
and then return home safe and sound.
Release my dear child to me. Take this ransom.
Honour Apollo, far-shooting son of Zeus."
All the Achaeans roared out their support:
"Respect the priest. Take the generous
Displeased, Agamemnon dismissed Chryses
don't let me catch you by our hollow
sneaking back here today or later on.
Who cares about Apollo's scarf and staff?
I'll not release the girl to you, no, not before
she's grown old with me in Argos, far from home,
working the loom, sharing my bed. Go away.
If you want to get home safely, don't anger me."
The old man, afraid, obeyed his words, walked off
along the shore by the tumbling, crashing surf.
Some distance off, he prayed to lord Apollo,
Leto's fair-haired child:
"God with the silver bow,
protector of Chryse, sacred Cilla,
mighty lord of Tenedos, Sminthean Apollo,
hear my prayer: If I've ever pleased you
with a holy shrine, or burned bones for you
bulls and goats well wrapped in fat
grant me my prayer. Force the Danaans
to pay full price with your arrows for my tears."
So Chryses prayed. Phoebus Apollo heard
He came down from Olympus top enraged,
carrying on his shoulders bow and covered quiver,
his arrows rattling in anger against his arm.
So the god swooped down, descending like the night.
He sat some distance from the ships, shot off an arrow
the silver bow reverberated ominously.
At first, the god massacred mules and swift-running dogs,
then loosed sharp arrows in among the troops themselves.
Thick fires kept burning corpses
For nine days Apollo rained death down upon the
On the tenth, Achilles summoned an assembly.
White-armed Hera put that thought into his mind,
concerned for the Danaans, seeing them
The men gathered. The meeting came to order.
Swift-footed Achilles rose to speak:
"Son of Atreus,
I fear we're being beaten back, forced home,
if we aren't all going to be destroyed right here,
with war and plague killing off Achaeans.
Come now, let's ask some prophet, priest,
interpreter of dreamsfor dreams,
too, come from Zeus
a man who might say why Apollo is so angry,
whether he faults our prayers and offerings,
whether somehow he'll welcome sacrificial smoke
from perfect lambs and goats, then rouse himself
and release us from this plague."
Achilles spoke and took his seat.
Then Calchas, Thestor's son, stood up before them
the most astute interpreter of birds, who understood
present, future, past. His skill in prophecy,
Apollo's gift, had led Achaean ships to
He addressed the troops, thinking of their common good:
"Achilles, friend of Zeus, you
ask me to explain
Apollo's anger, the god who shoots from far.
And I will speak. But first you listen to me.
Swear an oath that you will freely help me
in word and
deed. I think I may provoke
someone who wields great power over Argives,
a man who is obeyed by everyone.
An angry king overpowers lesser
Even if that day his anger is suppressed,
resentment lingers in his chest, until one day
he acts on it. So speak. Will you protect me?"
In response to Calchas, swift-footed Achilles said:
"Take courage. State what
your powers tell you.
By Apollo, whom Zeus
loves, to whom you, Calchas,
pray in prophesy to the Danaans, I swear this
while I live to look upon the light of day,
no Achaean will raise violent
hands against you,
no, not even if you name Agamemnon,
who claims he's by far the best Achaean."
Encouraged, the wise prophet then declared:
fault us for prayers or offerings,
but for his priest, disgraced by Agamemnon,
who did not free his daughter and take ransom.
That's why the archer god has brought disaster,
and will bring still more. He won't
this wretched plague from the Danaans,
until we hand back bright-eyed Chryseis,
give her to her beloved father, freely,
without ransom, and offer holy sacrifice
to Chryse. If we will carry out all that,
we may change Apollo's mind, appease
So he spoke and sat back down. Then, Atreus' son,
wide-ruling, mighty Agamemnon, stood up before them,
incensed, spirit filled with huge black rage.
Eyes blazing fire, he rounded first on
"Prophet of evil, when
have you ever said
good things to me? You love to predict the worst,
always the worst! You never show good news.
Now, in prophecy to the Danaans,
you say archer Apollo brings us
because I was unwilling to accept
fine ransom for Chryses' daughter, Chryseis.
But I have a great desire to take her home.
In fact, I want her more than Clytaemnestra,
the wife I married. Chryseis is just as good
in her shape, physique, intelligence, or work.
Still, I'm prepared to give her back, if that's best.
I want the people safe, not all killed off.
But then you'll owe me another prize.
I won't be the only Argive
left without a gift.
That would be entirely unfair to me.
You all can see my spoils are going elsewhere."
At that point, swift-footed Achilles answered the king:
"Noble son of Atreus, most acquisitive of
how can brave Achaeans give
you a prize now?
There are none left for us to pass around.
We've divided up what we allotted,
loot from captured towns we devastated.
For men to make a common pile again
would be most unfair. Send the girl back now,
as the god demands. Should Zeus ever
we pillage Troy, a city rich in goods,
we'll give you three or four times as much."
Mighty Agamemnon then said in
"Achilles, you're a fine man, like a god.
But don't conceal what's in your heart.
You'll not trick me or win me with your words.
You intend to keep your prizes for yourself,
while the army takes my trophy from me.
why you tell me to give Chryseis back.
Let Achaeans give me another prize,
equal in value, something I'll enjoy.
If not, then I'll take a prize myself by force,
something from you or Ajax or Odysseus.
The man I visit is going to be enraged.
But let's postpone discussion of all this.
Let's drag a black ship to the sacred sea,
select a crew, load oxen
on for sacrifice,
and Chryseis, that fair-complexioned girl.
Let's have as
leader some wise counselor
Idomeneus, Ajax, godlike Odysseus,
or you, Peleus's son, most eminent of all,
so with a sacrifice we may appease
the god who shoots from far away."
"You insatiable creature, quite shameless.
How can any Achaean obey you willingly
join a raiding party or keep fighting
with full force against an enemy?
I didn't come to battle over here
because of Trojans. I have no fight with them.
They never stole my bulls or horses
or razed my crops in fertile Phthia,
where heroes grow. Many shady mountains
and the roaring sea stand there between us.
But you, great shameless man, we came with
to please you, to win honour from the Trojans
for you, dog face, and for Menelaus.
You don't consider this, don't think at all.
You threaten now to confiscate the prize
I worked so hard for, gift from Achaea's sons.
When we Achaeans loot some well-built Trojan town,
my prizes never match the ones you get.
The major share of war's fury rests on me.
But when we hand around the battle
spoils, you get much larger trophies. Worn out in
I reach my ships with something fine but small.
So I'll return home now to Phthia.
It's far better to sail back in my curved ships.
I don't fancy staying here unvalued,
to pile up riches, treasures just for you."
To that, Agamemnon, king of men, shot
off home then, if that's your heart's desire.
I'll not beg you to stay on my account.
I have others around to honor me,
especially all-wise Zeus himself.
Of all the
kings Zeus cherishes, it's you
I hate the most. You love constant strife
war and combat. So what if you're strong?
Some god gave you that. So scurry off home.
Take ships and friends. Go rule your Myrmidons.
I don't like you or care about your
But I'll make this threat: I'll take your prize,
fair-cheeked Briseis. I'll fetch her in
You'll see just how much I'm the better man.
And others will
hate to speak to me as peers,
in public claiming full equality with me."
spoke, Peleus' son, Achilles,
was overwhelmed with anguish, heart torn two ways,
debating in his shaggy chest what he should do:
Should he draw out the sharp sword on his thigh,
incite the crowd, kill Atreus' son, or suppress his rage,
control his fury? As he argued in his mind and heart,
he slid his huge sword part way from its
At that moment, Athena came down from heaven.
White-armed Hera sent her. She cherished both men,
cared for them equally. Athena stood behind Achilles,
grabbed him by his golden hair, invisible to all
except Achilles. In astonishment he turned.
At once he recognized Pallas Athena,
the dreadful glitter in her eyes. Achilles spoke
his words had wings.
"Child of aegis-bearing
why have you come now? Do you wish to see
how overbearing Agamemnon is?
I'll tell you where all this is going to lead:
that arrogance will soon cost him his life."
Glittery-eyed Athena then spoke in reply:
"I came down from heaven to curb your passion,
if you obey. White-armed Hera sent
She loves you both alike, cares equally.
Give up this quarrel. Don't draw your sword.
Fight him with words, so he becomes
For I say to you, and this will happen,
because of Agamemnon's arrogance
some day gifts three times greater than this girl
will be set down before you. Control yourself.
Swift-footed Achilles answered
"Goddess, men should follow your
though angry in their hearts. It's better
The person who's obedient to the gods,
the gods attend to all the more."
Achilles relaxed his huge fist on the silver hilt
and pushed the massive sword back in its scabbard.
Athena then returned to heaven, home of
who bears the aegis, and the other gods.
Achilles turned again on Agamemnon,
with harsh abuse, his anger still unabated:
"You drunken sot, dog-eyed,
You're never strong enough within yourself
to arm for war alongside other comrades,
or venture with Achaea's bravest on a raid.
To you that smells too much like death.
No. You'd much prefer to stroll around 250
throughout the wide Achaean army,
to grab gifts from a man who speaks against you.
A king who gorges on his own people!
You lord it over worthless men. If not,
son of Atreus, this would be your last offence.
I'll tell you, swear a great oath on this
by this sceptre, which will never
leaves and shoots again, since first ripped away
from its mountain stump, nor bloom any more,
now that bronze has sliced off leaf and bark.
This sceptre Achaea's sons take in hand
whenever they do justice in Zeus' name.
An oath on this has power. On this I swear
the time will come when Achaea's sons
all miss Achilles, a time when, in distress,
you'll lack my help, a time when Hector,
that man killer, destroys many warriors.
Then grief will tear your hearts apart,
because you shamed Achaea's finest man."
So the son of Peleus spoke, throwing
to the ground
the sceptre with the golden studs. Then he sat down,
directly facing furious Agamemnon.
Then Nestor stood up, clear, sweet orator from Pylos.
Sweeter than honey the words flowed from his tongue.
In his own lifetime two generations of mortal men
had come and passed away, all those born and raised
with him so long ago in sacred Pylos.
Now he ruled a third generation of his people.
Concerned about their common good, he said:
this is great sorrow for Achaeans.
Priam and Priam's children will be glad,
the hearts of other Trojans swell with joy,
should they find out about such quarrelling,
a fight between you two, among Danaans
the very best for counsel or combat.
But listen. You are both younger men than
And I've been colleague of better men than you,
men who never showed me any disrespect,
men whose like I have not seen again,
and never willlike Perithoφs, Dryas,
a shepherd to his people, Caeneus,
Exadios, god-like Polyphemus,
Theseus, son of Aegeus, all god-like men
the mightiest earthborn men, the strongest.
And the enemies they fought against were strong,
the most powerful of mountain centaurs.
But they destroyed those creatures totally.
Associate of theirs, I came from Pylos,
a long way from that land, summoned personally.
I fought on my own behalf, by myself.
No man alive on earth could now fight them.
Yet they heard me and followed my advice.
So listen, both of you. That's what's best now.
Agamemnon, you're an excellent man,
but do not take Briseis from Achilles.
Let that pass. Achaea's sons gave her to him first.
And you, Peleus' son, don't seek to fight the king,
not as your enemy. The sceptre-bearing king,
whose powerful authority comes from Zeus,
never shares honours equally.
you may be stronger, since your mother was
but he's more powerful, for he rules more men.
But you, son of Atreus, check your anger.
Set aside, I urge you, your rage against Achilles,
who provides, in the middle of war's evils,
a powerful defence for all Achaeans."
Mighty Agamemnon then replied to
"Old man, everything you say is true enough.
But this man wants to put the rest to shame,
rule all of us, lord it over everyone.
But some, I think, will not obey him.
So what if the gods, who live forever,
made him a spearman? Is that some reason
we should let him say such shameful things?"
Achilles, interrupting Agamemnon, shouted:
"I'd be called a coward, a
if I held back from any action
because of something you might say.
Order other men about. Don't tell me
what I should do. I'll not obey you any more.
But I will tell you thisremember it well
I'll not raise my hand to fight about that girl,
no, not against you or any other man.
You Achaeans gave her to me, and now,
you seize her back again. But you'll not take
another thing from my swift black ship
you'll get nothing else with my consent.
If you'd like to see what happens, just try.
My spear will quickly drip with your dark blood."
Thus the pair of them continued
Then they stood up, dissolving the assembly by the ships.
Peleus's son returned to his well balanced ships and huts,
along with Patroclus, Menoetius' son, and friends.
Agamemnon dragged a swift ship down
chose twenty sailors, loaded it with oxen,
offerings for the god, and led on fair-cheeked Chryseis.
Shrewd Odysseus shipped on as leader. All aboard,
they set off, carving a pathway through the sea.
Atreus' son ordered troops to cleanse themselves.
The men bathed in the sea, washed off impurities.
They then made sacrificial offerings to Apollo
hundreds of perfect bulls and goatsbeside the restless sea.
Savory smells curled up amid the smoke high into heaven.
The men thus occupied, Agamemnon did not forget
the challenge he'd made earlier to Achilles.
He called his heralds, Talthybius and Eurybates:
"Go to Achilles' tent, Peleus's son,
take fair-complexioned Briseis by the hand.
Bring her to me. If he won't surrender her,
I'll come myself in force and take her.
For him that will be a worse disaster."
With these firm orders, he dismissed the men, who moved off,
heavy hearted, along the shore of the restless sea.
They reached the huts and ships of the Myrmidons.
There they found Achilles seated by his hut
and his black ship. As he saw them approach,
Achilles felt no joy. The two heralds,
just stood in silence, out of deference to the king.
In his heart Achilles sensed their purpose. He called them.
"Cheer up, heralds, messengers for gods and men.
Come here. I don't blame you, but Agamemnon.
He sends you both here for the girl Briseis.
Come, Patroclus, born from Zeus, fetch the
Give her to these two men to take away.
Let them both witness, before blessed gods,
mortal men, and that unfeeling
if ever there's a need for me again
to defend others from a shameful death.
That man's wits are foolish, disastrously so
he's not thinking about past or future,
how Achaeans may fight safely by their ships."
Patroclus did as his dear comrade had requested.
He led out fair-cheeked Briseis from the hut
and gave her up to be led off. The heralds went back,
returning to Achaean ships, Briseis with them,
but against her will.
Achilles then, in tears,
withdrew from his companions, sat by the shore,
staring at the wide gray seas. Stretching out his hands,
he cried aloud, praying repeatedly to Thetis,
his beloved mother.
"Mother, since you gave me life
if only for a whileOlympian Zeus,
high thunderer, should give me due honour.
But he doesn't grant me even slight respect.
For wide-ruling Agamemnon, Atreus' son,
has shamed me, has taken away my prize,
appropriated it for his own use."
As he said this, he wept.
His noble mother heard him from deep within the sea,
where she sat by her old father. Quickly she rose up,
moving above gray waters, like an ocean mist,
and settled down before him, as he wept. She stroked him,
"My child, why these tears? What
weigh down your heart? Tell me, so we'll both know.
Don't hide from me what's on your mind."
With a deep groan, swift-footed Achilles
"You know. Why should I tell you what you know?
We came to Thebe, Eλtion's sacred city,
sacked it, taking everything the city had.
Achaea's sons apportioned it all fairly
amongst themselves. Agamemnon's share
was fair-skinned Chryseis. Then Chryses arrived
at the swift ships of bronze-armed Achaeans.
Archer god Apollo's priest sought out his daughter.
He brought with him an enormous ransom,
carried in his hands the sacred golden staff
with the shawl of archer god Apollo.
He begged Achaeans, above all Atreus' two sons,
the people's leaders. All Achaeans called on them
to respect the priest, accept the splendid ransom.
But that didn't
please Agamemnon in his heart.
He sent him roughly off with harsh abusive orders.
The old man went away again, enraged.
He prayed to Apollo, who loved him well.
The god heard him and sent his deadly arrows
against the Argives. The troops kept dying,
one by one, as the god rained arrows down
throughout the wide Achaean army.
The prophet Calchas, understanding all,
told us Apollo's will. At once I
was the first
to recommend we all appease the god.
But anger got control of Agamemnon.
He stood up on the spot and made that threat
which he's just carried out. So quick-eyed Achaeans
are sending Chryseis in fast ships back to Chryse,
transporting gifts for lord Apollo, and heralds came
to take away Briseis from my huts,
the girl who is my gift from Achaea's sons.
So now, if you can, protect your
Go to Mount Olympus, implore Zeus,
if ever you in word or deed have pleased him.
For often I have heard you boast in father's house
that you alone of all the deathless gods
saved Zeus of the dark clouds from disgraceful ruin,
when other Olympians came to tie him up,
Hera, Pallas Athena, and Poseidon.
But you, goddess, came and set him free,
by quickly calling
up to high Olympus
that hundred-handed monster gods call Briareos,
and men all name Aigaion, a creature
whose strength was greater than his father's.
He sat down beside the son of Cronos,
exulting in his glory. The sacred gods, afraid,
stopped tying up Zeus. So sit down right by Zeus,
clasp his knee, remind him of all that,
so he'll want to help the Trojans somehow,
corner Achaeans by the sea, by their ships' prows,
have them destroyed, so they all enjoy their king,
so the son of Atreus, wide-ruling Agamemnon,
himself may see his foolishness, dishonouring
Achilles, the best of the Achaeans."
Thetis, shedding tears, answered
her son, Achilles:
"Oh my child, why did I rear you,
since I brought you up to so much pain?
Would you were safely by your ships dry-eyed.
Your life is fated to be shortyou'll not live long.
Now, faced with a quick doom, you're in distress,
more so than any other man. At home,
I gave you life marked by an evil fate.
But I'll tell these things to thunder-loving Zeus.
I'll go myself to snow-topped Mount Olympus,
to see if he will undertake all this.
Meanwhile, you should sit by your swift ships,
angry at Achaeans. Take no part in war.
For yesterday Zeus went to Oceanus,
to banquet with the
The gods all journeyed with him. In twelve days,
when he returns and comes home to Olympus,
I'll go to Zeus' bronze-floored house, clasp his knee.
I think I'll get him to consent."
Then she went away, leaving Achilles there,
angry at heart for lovely girdled Briseis,
taken from him by force against his will.
Odysseus sailed to Chryse, bringing with him
the sacrificial animals as sacred offerings.
When they had sailed into deep anchorage,
they took in the sails and stowed them in the ship.
With forestays they soon set the mast down in its notch,
then rowed the ship in to its mooring place.
They threw out anchor stones, lashed stern cables,
and clambered out into the ocean surf.
They brought off the offerings to archer god Apollo.
Then Chryseis disembarked from the ocean ship.
Resourceful Odysseus led her to the altar,
placed her in her beloved father's hands, then said:
"Chryses, I have been sent by Agamemnon,
ruler of men, to bring your daughter to you,
and then, on behalf of the Danaans,
to make an offering to lord Apollo
all these sacrificial beaststo placate the god,
who now inflicts such dismal evil on us."
After saying this, he handed the girl over. 500
Chryses gave his daughter a joyful welcome back.
And then around the well-built altar, they arranged
the splendid sacrifice. They washed their hands,
and picked up the barley grain for sprinkling.
Raising his arms, Chryses prayed out loud on their behalf:
"Hear me, god of the silver bow, protector
of Chryse, mighty lord of holy Cilla,
sacred Tenedos. You heard me earlier,
when I prayed to you. Just as you honoured me,
striking hard against Achaeans then,
grant me what I pray forremove disaster,
this wretched evil, from the Danaans."
So Chryses spoke. Phoebus Apollo
Once they had prayed and scattered barley grain,
they pulled back the heads of sacrificial beasts,
slit their throats, flayed them, sliced the thigh bones out,
and hid them in twin layers of fat, with raw meat on top
Old Chryses burned them on split wood, poured wine on them.
Young men beside him held out five-pronged
Once the thighs were well burned, they sampled entrails,
then sliced up all the rest, skewered the meat on spits,
roasted it carefully, and drew off every piece.
That work complete, they then prepared a meal and ate.
No heart was left unsatisfied. All feasted equally.
And when the men had had their fill of food and drink,
young boys filled the mixing bowl with wine up to the brim,
and served it, pouring libations into every cup.
Then all day long young Achaean lads played music,
singing to the god a lovely hymn of praise,
honouring in dance and song the god who shoots from far.
Hearing them, Apollo felt joy fill his heart. At sunset,
as dusk came on, by the ship's stern they went to sleep.
But when early born, rose-fingered Dawn appeared,
they set off, once more back to the wide Achaean camp.
Far-shooting Apollo sent them favourable winds.
They raised the mast and then the sails. The wind blew,
filling out the body of the sailon both sides of the prow
the purple waves hissed loudly as the ship sped on its way,
its motion carving a path through the ocean swell.
When they reached the broad Achaean army,
they hauled the black ship high up on the sand,
pushed long props tight beneath it, then dispersed,
each man returning to his own huts and
Meanwhile, Achilles, divinely born son of Peleus,
sat down in anger alongside his swift ships. Not once
did he attend assembly where men win glory
or go out to fight. But he pined away at heart,
remaining idle by his ships, yearning
for the hue and cry and clash of battle.
Twelve days later, the company of gods came back
together to Olympus, with Zeus in the lead.
Thetis did not forget the promise to her son.
She rose up through the ocean waves at day break,
then moved high up to great Olympus. She found Zeus,
wide-seeing son of Cronos, some distance from the rest,
seated on the highest peak of many-ridged Olympus.
She sat down right in front of him. With her left hand,
she clutched his knees, with her right she cupped his chin,
in supplication to lord Zeus, son of Cronos:
"Father Zeus, if, among the deathless gods,
I've ever served you well in word or deed,
then grant my prayer will be fulfilled.
Bring honour to my son, who, of all men
will be fate's quickest victim. For just now,
Agamemnon, king of men, has shamed him.
He seized his prize, robbing him in person,
and kept it for himself. But honour him,
Zeus, all-wise Olympian. Give the Trojans
the upper hand, until Achaeans respect my son,
until they multiply his
Thetis finished. Cloud gatherer
Zeus did not respond.
He sat a long time silent. Thetis held his knees,
clinging close, repeating her request once more:
"Promise me truly, nod your head, or deny
since there's nothing here for you to fear
so I'll clearly see how among all gods
I enjoy the least respect."
Cloud gatherer Zeus, greatly troubled, said:
"A nasty business.
What you say will
set Hera against me.
She provokes me so with her abuse. Even now,
in the assembly of immortal gods,
she's always insulting me, accusing me
of favouring the Trojans in the war.
But go away for now, in case Hera catches on.
I'll take care of this, make sure it comes to pass.
Come, to convince you, I'll nod my head.
Among gods that's the strongest pledge I
Once I nod my assent, nothing I say
can be revoked, denied, or unfulfilled."
Zeus, son of Cronos, nodded his dark brows.
The divine hair on the king of gods fell forward,
down over his immortal head, shaking Olympus
to its very base. The conference over, the two parted.
Thetis plunged from bright Olympus back into the sea.
Zeus went inside his house. Their father present,
all the gods at once stood up from their seats.
No one dared stay put as he came in--all rose together.
Zeus seated himself upon his throne. Looking at him,
Hera sensed he'd made some deal with Thetis,
silver-footed daughter of the Old Man of the Sea.
At once she spoke up
"Which god has been scheming with
you, you crafty one?
You always love to work on things in secret,
without involving me. You never
to tell me openly what you intend."
The father of gods and men replied:
don't hope to understand my every plan.
Even for my own wife that's dangerous.
What's appropriate for you to hear about,
no one, god or man, will know before you.
But when I wish to hide my thoughts from gods,
don't you go digging after them,
or pestering me for every detail."
Ox-eyed queen Hera
then replied to Zeus:
"Most dread son of Cronos, what are you saying?
I have not been overzealous before now,
in questioning you or seeking answers.
Surely you're quite at liberty to plan
anything you wish. But now, in my mind,
I've got this dreadful fear that Thetis,
silver-footed daughter of the Old Man of the Sea,
has won you over, for this morning early,
she sat down beside you, held your knees.
I think you surely
nodded your agreement
to honour Achilles, killing many soldiers,
slaughtering them by the Achaean ships."
Zeus, the cloud gatherer, spoke out in
"My dear lady, you're always fancying things.
Your attention picks up every detail.
But you can't do anything about it,
except push yourself still further from my heart,
making matters so much worse for you.
If things are as they are, then that's the
I want them. So sit down quietly.
Do as I say. If not, then all the gods
here on Olympus won't be any help,
when I reach out to set my hands on
for they're invincible."
Zeus finished speaking. Ox-eyed queen Hera sat down,
in fear, silently suppressing what her heart desired.
In Zeus' home the Olympian gods began to quarrel.
Then that famous artisan, Hephaestus, concerned
about his mother, white-armed Hera, spoke to them:
"A troublesome matter this will
unendurableif you two start fighting
over mortal men like this, inciting gods to quarrel.
If we start bickering, we can't enjoy the meal,
our excellent banquet. So I'm urging mother,
though she's more than willing, to humour Zeus,
our dear father, so he won't get angry once again,
disturb the feast for
us. For if Zeus,
the Olympian lord of lightning, was of a mind
to hurl us from our seats, his strength's too great.
But if you talk to him with soothing words,
at once Olympian Zeus will treat us well."
Hephaestus spoke, then stood up,
passed a double goblet
across to his dear mother, saying:
"Stay calm, mother, even though
you are upset.
If not, then, as beloved as you are,
I may see you beaten up before my
with me incapable of helping out,
though the sight would make me most unhappy.
It's hard to take a stand opposing Zeus.
Once, when I was eager to assist you,
Zeus seized me by the feet and threw me out,
down from heaven's heights. The entire day
I fell and then, right at sunset, dropped
on Lemnos, almost dead. After that fall,
men of Sintes helped me to recover."
As he spoke, the white-armed goddess
She reached for her son's goblet. He poured the drink,
going from right to left, for all the other gods,
drawing off sweet nectar from the mixing bowl.
Then their laughter broke out irrepressibly,
as the sacred gods saw Hephaestus bustling around,
concerned about the feast. All that day they dined,
until sunset. No one's heart went unsatisfied.
All feasted equally. They heard exquisite music,
from Apollo's lyre and the Muses' beautiful song
and counter-song. When the sun's bright light had set,
the gods all went to their own homes. Hephaestus,
the famous lame god, with his resourceful skill,
had made each god a place to live. Olympian Zeus,
god of lightning, went home to his own bed,
where he usually reclined whenever sweet sleep
came over him. He went inside and lay down there,
with Hera of the golden throne stretched out beside him.