Speaker 1: Hello, this is Let's talk about miss Baby and I
Speaker 1: am your host, live here with another reading episode. We
Speaker 1: are getting deep into this Fall of Troy work. And actually,
Speaker 1: before I forget, I first have a little correction. I
Speaker 1: don't remember if I said it in the episode or
Speaker 1: just in the description, but hey, guess what this work
Speaker 1: was written in Greek? Yeah. Did I do a ton
Speaker 1: of research before reading this all to you? No, absolutely not.
Speaker 1: I just needed something more to read for these episodes,
Speaker 1: and it seemed fun. And I knew it was from
Speaker 1: the Roman period, and the guy's name is Quintus, so
Speaker 1: you know, I made some assumptions about his language of
Speaker 1: choice and I was wrong. So this was written in Greek.
Speaker 1: And if I said it was Latin, that's that's on me.
Speaker 1: It's definitely Greek. It's just from the Latin period. But honestly,
Speaker 1: that makes it so much more interesting to me because
Speaker 1: it is like so so many, so many hundreds of
Speaker 1: years after the Iliad, and so we really don't know
Speaker 1: like what is going on in terms of like what
Speaker 1: of this was believed in the ancient Greek world that
Speaker 1: you know so so valued the Iliad. We know that
Speaker 1: there were epics that would have told the rest of
Speaker 1: the story, and like, are these the details that were
Speaker 1: in them? What of this work was in the kind
Speaker 1: of original quote unquote of epics about the end of
Speaker 1: the war, And like what did this guy make up?
Speaker 1: I mean, these questions are endless. I could ask them forever.
Speaker 1: But ultimately what I'm telling you is this was written
Speaker 1: in Greek. It was just during the Roman period, so
Speaker 1: you know, probably almost a thousand years after the Homeric epics,
Speaker 1: but not in Latin, like I suggested, like a heathen
Speaker 1: who just assumes everyone Roman spoke only Latin or wrote
Speaker 1: in only Latin. And I really should be better, because
Speaker 1: I know that Rome conquered so much that there was
Speaker 1: really a lot of Greek still happening. It was like
Speaker 1: the unofficial second language in any case, That's the truth
Speaker 1: of old Quintus Smyrnias, Quintus of Smyrna, as he's otherwise called.
Speaker 1: And over the last two readings of this work, we
Speaker 1: watched and listened as the two most interesting characters who
Speaker 1: came to the aid of Troy post Iliad, the Amazon
Speaker 1: Penthesa Lea and later the king of Ethiopia, Memnon, the
Speaker 1: son of the Dawn we watched and listened as they
Speaker 1: came to try their best to help Troy, and were
Speaker 1: of course still taken out by Achilles. On the Greek side,
Speaker 1: though last week we saw the death of Antilochus, Nestor's son,
Speaker 1: and a little name reminder. Achilles is more often than
Speaker 1: not called either Pelias's son or Eachus's son in this work,
Speaker 1: so that's always Achilles. Eachus is just his grandfather. It's
Speaker 1: a weird thing of calling him the son of both
Speaker 1: his father and grandfather. It's not confusing at all. But
Speaker 1: Achilles's reign of terror against the Trojan people is about
Speaker 1: to come to an end. This is the Fall of
Speaker 1: Troy by Quintus Smyrnius, translated by A. S Way, Book three.
Speaker 1: When shone the light of dawn, the splendor throned. Then
Speaker 1: to the ships, the Pylian spearmen bore Antilochus's corpse, sore,
Speaker 1: sighing for their prince, and by the Hellespont they buried
Speaker 1: him with aching hearts around him, groaning stood the battle.
Speaker 1: Eager sons of argives all of love of for Nextor,
Speaker 1: shrouded over with grief. But that gray hero's heart was
Speaker 1: no wise crushed by sorrow, for the wise man's soul
Speaker 1: endures bravely and cowers not under affliction's stroke. But Pelias's son, Achilles,
Speaker 1: wroth for Antilicus, his dear friend, armed for vengeance terrible
Speaker 1: upon the Trojans. Yes, and these withal, despite their dread
Speaker 1: of mighty Achilles' spear poured battle eager forth from their gates.
Speaker 1: For now the fates with courage filled their breasts, of
Speaker 1: whom many were doomed to Hades to descend. Whence there
Speaker 1: is no return. Thrust down by hands of Yachus's son,
Speaker 1: who also was foredoomed to perish. That same day by
Speaker 1: Priam's wall, swift met the fronts of conflict, all the
Speaker 1: tribes of Troy's host, and the battle biding Greeks afire.
Speaker 1: With that new kindled fury of war. Then through the foe,
Speaker 1: the son of Pelias made wide havoc. All around the
Speaker 1: earth was drenched with gore and choked with corpses were
Speaker 1: the streams of Simuis and Stanthus still he chased, still slaughtered,
Speaker 1: even to the city's walls. For panic fell on all
Speaker 1: the host, And now all had he slain, had dashed
Speaker 1: the gates to earth, rending them from their hinges or
Speaker 1: the bolts, hurling himself against them. Had he snapped, and
Speaker 1: for the Danians into Priam's burge, had made away, had
Speaker 1: utterly destroyed that goodly town. But now was Phoebus wroth
Speaker 1: against him with grim fury, when he saw those countless
Speaker 1: troops of heroes slain of him down from Olympus with
Speaker 1: a lion leap, he came, his quiver on his shoulders,
Speaker 1: lay and shafts that deal the wounds incurable. Facing Achilles
Speaker 1: stood he round him, clashed quiver and arrows, blazed with
Speaker 1: quenchless flame his eyes, and shook the earth beneath his feet.
Speaker 1: But then with a terrible shout, the great God cried,
Speaker 1: so to turn back from war, Achilles, awed by the
Speaker 1: voice divine, and save from death the Trojans. Back from
Speaker 1: the Trojans, Pelius's son beseems, not that longer you deal
Speaker 1: with death unto your foes, lest an Olympian god abase
Speaker 1: your pride. But nothing quailed the hero at the voice immortal,
Speaker 1: for that round him even now hovered the unrelenting fates.
Speaker 1: He wrecked not of the God, and shouted his defiance Phoebus,
Speaker 1: why do you in my own despite stir me to
Speaker 1: fight with gods and would protect the arrogant Trojans Heretofore
Speaker 1: have you, by your beguiling turned me from the fray,
Speaker 1: when from destruction you at the first did save Hector
Speaker 1: whereat the Trojans all through Troy exulted, No, you get
Speaker 1: you back, return unto the mansion of the Blessed, lest
Speaker 1: I summite you, Ah, immortal though you be. Then on
Speaker 1: the god. He turned his back and sped after the Trojans,
Speaker 1: fleeing cityward and harried still their flight, but wroth at heart.
Speaker 1: Thus Phoebus spoke to his indignant soul, out on this man,
Speaker 1: he is sense bereft. But now not Zeus himself nor
Speaker 1: any other power shall save this madman who defies the gods.
Speaker 1: From mortal sight, he vanished into cloud and cloaked with mist.
Speaker 1: A baleful shaft he shot, which leaped to Achilles' ankle.
Speaker 1: Sudden pangs with mortal sickness made his whole heart faint.
Speaker 1: He reeled, and like a tower he fell that falls
Speaker 1: smit by a whirlwind. When an earthquake cleaves a chasm
Speaker 1: for rushing blasts from underground, So fell the goodly form
Speaker 1: of Viachus's son. He glared a murderous glance to right
Speaker 1: to left upon the Trojans, and a terrible threat shouted,
Speaker 1: a threat that could not be fulfilled. Who shot at
Speaker 1: me a stealthy smiting shaft. Let him but dare to
Speaker 1: meet me face to face. So shall his blood and
Speaker 1: all his bowels gush out about my spear, and he
Speaker 1: be hellward sped. I know that none can meet me
Speaker 1: man to man and quell in fight of earth born heroes. None,
Speaker 1: though such a one should bear within his breast a
Speaker 1: heart uncoiling, and have views of brass, but destard still
Speaker 1: in stealthy ambush lurk for lives of heroes. Let him
Speaker 1: face me, then, so though he be a god whose
Speaker 1: anger burns against the Danians. Yes, my heart forebodes that this,
Speaker 1: my smiter, was Apollo, cloaked in deadly darkness. So in
Speaker 1: days gone by my mother told me how that by
Speaker 1: his shafts eye I was to die before the skein gates,
Speaker 1: a piteous death. Her words were not vain words. Then,
Speaker 1: with unflinching hands, from out the wound incurable, he drew
Speaker 1: the deadly shaft. In agonized pain forth gushed the blood.
Speaker 1: His heart waxed faint beneath the shadow of coming doom. Then,
Speaker 1: in indignant wrath, he hurled from him the arrow. A
Speaker 1: sudden gust of wind swept by and caught it up,
Speaker 1: And even as he trod Zeus's threshold to Apollo gave
Speaker 1: it back, for it beseemed not that a shaft divine
Speaker 1: sped forth by an immortal should be lost. He and
Speaker 1: a high Olympus swiftly came to the great gathering of
Speaker 1: immortal gods, where all assembled watched the war of men,
Speaker 1: these longing for the Trojan's triumph, those for danny and victory.
Speaker 1: So with diverse wills watched they the strife, the slayers
Speaker 1: and the slain him. Did the bride of Zeus behold
Speaker 1: and straight upbraided with exceeding bitter words, what deed of courage, Phoebus,
Speaker 1: have you done this day? Forgetful of that day? Whereon
Speaker 1: to God like Pelias's spousals gathered all the immortals, Yes,
Speaker 1: amidst the feasters, you saying how Thedus silver footed left
Speaker 1: the sea's abysses to be Pelias's bride. And as you harped.
Speaker 1: All Earth's children came to listen, beasts and birds, high
Speaker 1: craggy hills, rivers, and all deep shadowed forests came. All
Speaker 1: this have you forgotten and have wrought a ruthless deed?
Speaker 1: Have slain a godlike man? Albeit you, with other gods
Speaker 1: did pour the nectar, praying that he might be the
Speaker 1: sun by Thedus given to Pelias. But that prayer have
Speaker 1: you forgotten? Favoring the folk of Tyr miss l'aumadon whose
Speaker 1: kin you kept, he immortal did despite to you the deathless? Oh,
Speaker 1: you are wit bereft. You favor Troy, Your sufferings all forgot,
Speaker 1: you wretch, And does your false heart know not this?
Speaker 1: What man is an offense and merits suffering? And who
Speaker 1: is honored of the gods? Ever Achilles showed us reverence, Yes,
Speaker 1: was of our race. Ha. But for the punishment of Troy,
Speaker 1: I ween shall not be lighter, though Eeachus's son has fallen,
Speaker 1: For his son right soon shall come from Sciros to
Speaker 1: the war to help the argive men, no less in
Speaker 1: might than was his sire, A bane to many a foe.
Speaker 1: But you, you, for the Trojans, don't care. But for
Speaker 1: his valor, envied Pelias's son, seeing he was the mightiest
Speaker 1: of all men, You fool, how will you meet the
Speaker 1: Narian's eyes when she I'll stand in Zeus's hall amidst
Speaker 1: the gods who praised you once and loved as her
Speaker 1: own son. So Harrah spoke in bitterness of soul, upbraiding,
Speaker 1: but he answered her not a word of reverence for
Speaker 1: his mighty father's bride, Nor could he lift his eyes
Speaker 1: to meet her eyes, but sat abashed aloof from all
Speaker 1: the gods eternal, while in unforgiving wrath scowled on him.
Speaker 1: All the immortals who maintained the Danian's cause, but such
Speaker 1: as Fain would bring triumph to Troy. These, with his
Speaker 1: exultant hearts, extolled him, hiding it from Harrah's eyes, before
Speaker 1: whose wrath all heaven abiders shrank. But Pelias's son, the
Speaker 1: while forgot not yet war's fury. Still in his invincible limbs,
Speaker 1: the hot blood throbbed, and still he longed for fight.
Speaker 1: Was none of all the Trojans dared draw nigh the
Speaker 1: stricken hero, but at a distance stood as round a
Speaker 1: wounded lion. Hunters stand mid forest breaks afraid, And though
Speaker 1: the shaft stands in his heart, yet fails not in
Speaker 1: him his royal courage. But with terrible glare, roll his
Speaker 1: fierce eyes, and roar his grimly jaws. So wrath and
Speaker 1: anguish of his deadly hurt to fury stung Polaides's soul.
Speaker 1: But yes, his strength ebbed through the god envenomed wound.
Speaker 1: Yet leapt he up and rushed upon the foe, and
Speaker 1: flashed the lightning of his lance. It slew the goodly
Speaker 1: or Thion comrade stout of Hector through his temples, crashing clear.
Speaker 1: His helm stayed not the long lance fury sped, which
Speaker 1: leapt there through and won within the bones the heart
Speaker 1: of the brain, and spilt his lusty life. Then he
Speaker 1: stabbed beneath the brow hyponouses, even to the eye roots
Speaker 1: that the eyeball fell to earth, His soul to hades
Speaker 1: flitted forth. Then through the jaw he pierced to alcathous,
Speaker 1: and shore away his tongue in dust. He fell, gasping
Speaker 1: his life out, and the spear had shot out through
Speaker 1: his ear. These as they rushed on him, that hero slew,
Speaker 1: but many a fleer's life he spilt for in his
Speaker 1: heart still leapt the blood. But when his limbs grew
Speaker 1: chill and ebbed away, his spirit, leaning on his spear,
Speaker 1: he stood while still the Trojans fled in huddled rout
Speaker 1: of panic, and he shouted unto them, Trojan and Dardanian cravens,
Speaker 1: you shall not, even in my death, escape my merciless spear.
Speaker 1: But unto mine avenging spirits, you shall pay yes one
Speaker 1: and all destructions debt. He spoke. They heard and quailed.
Speaker 1: As amid the hills, fawns tremble at a lion's deep
Speaker 1: mouthed roar, and terror stricken flee the monster. So the
Speaker 1: ranks of Trojan chariot lords, the lines of battle helpers
Speaker 1: drawn from alien lands quailed at the last shout of Achilles,
Speaker 1: deemed that he was woundless yet, but beneath the weight
Speaker 1: of doom, his aweless heart, his mighty limbs at last
Speaker 1: were overcome. Down amidst the dead, he fell as fails,
Speaker 1: a beetling mountain cliff, earth rang beneath him, clanged with
Speaker 1: a thunder crash, his arms as Pelias's son, the princely fell,
Speaker 1: And still his foes, with most exceeding dread, stared at him,
Speaker 1: even as when some murder beast lies slain by shepherds
Speaker 1: tremble still, the sheep eyeing him as beside the fold
Speaker 1: he lies, and shrinking as they pass him far aloof
Speaker 1: And even as he were living, fear him dead, so
Speaker 1: feared they him Achilles. Now no more Yet Paris strove
Speaker 1: to kindle those faint hearts, for his own heart exulted,
Speaker 1: and he hoped now Pelias's son, that Danaean strength had fallen,
Speaker 1: holy to quench the argive battle fire. Friends, if you
Speaker 1: help me truly and loyally, let us this day die
Speaker 1: slain by argive men, or live and hailed to Troy
Speaker 1: with Hector's steeds in triumph. Pelias's son thus fallen dead,
Speaker 1: the steeds that grieving, yearning for their lord to fight,
Speaker 1: have borne me since my brother died. Might we with
Speaker 1: these but hale Achilles slain glory or this for Hector's horses, Yes,
Speaker 1: for Hector. If in hades men have sense of righteous retribution,
Speaker 1: This man ay devised but mischief for the sons of Troy.
Speaker 1: And now Troy's daughters, with exultant hearts, from all the
Speaker 1: city streets shall gather round as pantheresses wroth for stolen
Speaker 1: cubs or lionesses, might stand around a man whose craft
Speaker 1: in hunting vexed them while he lived. So around Achilles
Speaker 1: hutted corpse at last, in hurrying throngs. Troy's daughters then
Speaker 1: shall come in unforgiving, unforgetting, hate for parents, wroth for husbands,
Speaker 1: slain for sons, for noble kinsmen most of all shall
Speaker 1: joy my father and the ancient men whose feet unwillingly
Speaker 1: are chained within the walls by eld. If we shall
Speaker 1: hail him through our gates and give our foe to
Speaker 1: fowls of the air for meat, then they which feared
Speaker 1: him theretofore in haste closed around the corpse of stronghearted
Speaker 1: Iacus's son Glaucus Andeus battle fane, Agnor and other cunning
Speaker 1: men in deadly fight, eager to hail him. Thence to Ilium,
Speaker 1: the god built bird. But Ajax failed him, not swiftly
Speaker 1: that godlike man best wrote the dead back from the corpses.
Speaker 1: His long glance thrust them all, yet cease they not
Speaker 1: from onslaught thronging round still with swift rushes, fought they
Speaker 1: for the prize, one following other like to long lipped bees,
Speaker 1: which hover around their hive in swarms on swarms to
Speaker 1: drive a man thence but he wrecking, not of all
Speaker 1: their fury, carves out the combs of Nectarus, honey harassed,
Speaker 1: sore are they by smoke Reek and the robber spite
Speaker 1: of all ever they dart against him. Naught cares he
Speaker 1: so not of all their onsets. Ajax wrecked. But first
Speaker 1: he stabbed a Galias in the breast and slew that
Speaker 1: son of Maion thestor. Next Okethus, he smote Agastratus Agonippus
Speaker 1: Zorus Nessus aramis the war renowned who came from Lycia
Speaker 1: Land with mighty hearted Glaucus from his home in Melanippion
Speaker 1: on the mountain rid Athena's Fane, which Massaketon fronts a
Speaker 1: nigh Caledonia's headland, dreaded sore of scared seafarers when it's
Speaker 1: lowering crags, must needs be doubled. For his death, the
Speaker 1: blood of famed Hippolochus's son was horror chilled, for this
Speaker 1: was his dear friend. With one swift thrust he pierced
Speaker 1: the sevenfold hides of Ajax's shield, yet touched his flesh
Speaker 1: not stayed. The spear head was by those thick hides,
Speaker 1: and by the corset plate which lapped his battle tireless limbs.
Speaker 1: But still from that stern conflict, Glaucus drew not back,
Speaker 1: burning to vanquish Ajax, Eachus's son, and in his folly
Speaker 1: vaunting threatened him, Ajax, men name the mightiest man of
Speaker 1: all the argives hold you in passing high esteem, even
Speaker 1: as Achilles. Therefore you, I think by that dead warrior
Speaker 1: dead this day shall lie, so hurl ty forth a
Speaker 1: vain word, knowing not how far in might above him
Speaker 1: was the man whom his spear threatened. Battle bider Ajax,
Speaker 1: darkly and scornfully glaring on him, said, you craven wretch,
Speaker 1: And you know not this? How much was Hector mightier
Speaker 1: than you in warcraft? Yet before my might my spear
Speaker 1: he shrank. Yes, with his valor was their blunt discretion.
Speaker 1: You your thoughts are deathward set who darestify me to
Speaker 1: the battle a mightier far than you? You cannot say
Speaker 1: that friendship of our fathers, you shall screen, nor me
Speaker 1: your gifts shall wild to let thee pass scatheless from war,
Speaker 1: as once did Tideus's son, though you did escape his fear,
Speaker 1: Will not I suffer you to return alive from war
Speaker 1: ha in your many helpers, do you trust who with you?
Speaker 1: Like so many worthless flies flit round the noble Achilles's
Speaker 1: corpse to these death and black doom. Shall my swift
Speaker 1: onset deal then on the Trojans this way and that
Speaker 1: he turned as a mid long forest glens. A lion
Speaker 1: turns on hounds and trojans, many and lycians slew that
Speaker 1: came for honor, hungry, till he stood amid a wide
Speaker 1: ring of flinchers, like a shoal of darting fish when
Speaker 1: sails into their midst dolphins or sharks, a huge sea fosterling,
Speaker 1: so shrank they from the might of Telemann's son, as
Speaker 1: I he charged amidst the route, but still swarmed fighters
Speaker 1: up till round Achilles's corpse to right to left lay
Speaker 1: in the dust, the slain countless as bores around a
Speaker 1: lion at bay, And evermore the strife waxed deadlier. Then too,
Speaker 1: Hippolochus's war wise son was slain by Ajax of the
Speaker 1: heart of fire. He fell backward upon Achilles, even as
Speaker 1: falls a sapling on a sturdy mountain oak, so quelled
Speaker 1: by the spear on Pelias's son he fell, but for
Speaker 1: his rescue and Kaises' stalwart son strove hard with all
Speaker 1: his comrade's battle fane, and hailed the corpse forth and
Speaker 1: to sorrowing friends, gave it to bear to William's hallowed
Speaker 1: burge himself to spoil. Achilles Is still fought on till
Speaker 1: warrior Ajax pierced him with the spear through the right forearm.
Speaker 1: Swiftly leapt he back from the murderous war and hasted
Speaker 1: thence to Troy. There for his healing cunning leeches rot
Speaker 1: who stanched the blood rush and laid on the gash
Speaker 1: balms such as salve war stricken warrior's pangs. But Ajax
Speaker 1: still fought on. Here. There he slew with thrusts like
Speaker 1: lightning flashes. His great heart ached sorely for his mighty
Speaker 1: cousin slain, and now the warrior King Laertes's son fought
Speaker 1: at his side before him blenched the floe, and he
Speaker 1: smote down py Sanders's fleet foot son, the warrior Mynelus,
Speaker 1: who left his home in far renowned Abydos down on him.
Speaker 1: He hurled at Tymnius, the goodly son whom Pagasus, the
Speaker 1: bright haired nymph had borne to strong Emathion by Granicus's stream.
Speaker 1: Dead by his side, he laid Orestius's son Proteus, who
Speaker 1: dwelt beneath lofty Idah's folds. Ah. Never did his mother
Speaker 1: welcome home that son from war Panacea, beauty fan. He
Speaker 1: fell by Odysseus's hands, who spilt the lives of many
Speaker 1: more whom his death hungering spear reached In that fight
Speaker 1: around the mighty dead yet Alcon, son of Megacles, battle
Speaker 1: swift hard by Odysseus's right knee, drove the spear home,
Speaker 1: and about the glittering grieve the blood dark Crimson weld.
Speaker 1: He wrecked not of the wound, but was unto his
Speaker 1: smiter sudden death for clear through his shield, he stabbed
Speaker 1: him with his spear amidst his battle fury to the
Speaker 1: earth backward. He dashed him by his giant might and
Speaker 1: strength of hand, clashed round him in the dust. His
Speaker 1: armor and his corselet was disdained with crimson life blood.
Speaker 1: Fourth from flesh and shield, the hero plucked the spear
Speaker 1: of death. The soul followed the lance head from the bar,
Speaker 1: and life forsook its mortal mansion, then rushed on his
Speaker 1: comrades in his wounds, despite Odysseus nor from that stern
Speaker 1: battle toil refrained him. And by this a mingled host
Speaker 1: of Danian's eager hearted fought around the mighty dead, and
Speaker 1: many and many a foe slew they with those smooth
Speaker 1: shafted ashen spears, even as the winds strewn down upon
Speaker 1: the ground the flying leaves, when through the forest glades
Speaker 1: sweep the wild gusts as wayne autumn tide. And the
Speaker 1: old year is dying. So the spears of dauntless Danians
Speaker 1: strewed the earth with slain. For loyal to dead Achilles
Speaker 1: were they all, and loyal to hero Ajax to the death.
Speaker 1: For like black doom, he blasted the ranks of Troy.
Speaker 1: Then against Ajax's Paris strained his bow, but he was
Speaker 1: ware thereof, and sped a stone swift to the archer's head.
Speaker 1: That bolt of death crashed through his crested helm, and
Speaker 1: darkness closed around him in dust down fell. He not
Speaker 1: availed his shafts their eager lord this way, and that
Speaker 1: scattered in dust, empty his quiver lay flew from his
Speaker 1: hand the bow in haste. His friends up caught him
Speaker 1: from the earth, and Hector's steeds hurried thence to Troy, scarce,
Speaker 1: drawing breath and moaning in his pain. Nor left his
Speaker 1: men the weapons of their lord, but gathered up all
Speaker 1: from the plane and bore them to the Prince, while
Speaker 1: Ajax after him sent a wrathful shout, dog, you have
Speaker 1: scraped the heavy hand of death today, But swiftly your
Speaker 1: last hour shall come by some strong argive's hands, or
Speaker 1: by my own. But now have I a nobler task
Speaker 1: in hand, from murder's grip to rescue Achilles's corpse. Then
Speaker 1: turned he on the foe, hurling swift doom on such
Speaker 1: as fought around poliities. Yet these saw how many yielded
Speaker 1: up the ghost beneath his strong hands, and with hearts
Speaker 1: failing them for fear against him. Could they stand no
Speaker 1: more as rascal vultures were they which the swoop of
Speaker 1: an eagle, king of birds scares far away from carcasses
Speaker 1: of sheep that wolves have torn, So this way that
Speaker 1: way scattered they before the hurtling stones, the sword, the
Speaker 1: might of Ajax, in utter panic from the war, they
Speaker 1: fled in huddled rout, like starlings from the swoop of
Speaker 1: a death dealing hawk. When fleeing bane, one drives against
Speaker 1: another as they dart, all terror huddled in tumultuous flight.
Speaker 1: So from the war to Priam's birds they fled, wretchedly,
Speaker 1: clad with terror as a cloak, quailing from mighty Ajax's
Speaker 1: battle shout, as with hands dripping blood gouts, He pursued, Yes,
Speaker 1: all one after other had he slain? Had they not
Speaker 1: streamed through city gates, flung wide, hard, panting, pierced to
Speaker 1: the very heart, with fear pent there within. He left
Speaker 1: them as a shepherd leaves folded sheep, and strode back
Speaker 1: over the plain. Yet never touched he with his feet
Speaker 1: the ground. But oh he trod on dead men, arms
Speaker 1: and blood. For countless corpses lay over that wide stretch,
Speaker 1: even from broadwayed Troy to the head respond bodies of
Speaker 1: strong men slain the spoil of doom, as when the
Speaker 1: dense stalks of sun ripened corn fall beneath the reaper's hands,
Speaker 1: and the long swaths heavy with full years overspread the
Speaker 1: field and joys the heart of him who oversees the toil,
Speaker 1: lord of the harvest. Even so, by baleful havoc overmastered,
Speaker 1: lay all round face downward, men, remembering not the death,
Speaker 1: denouncing war shout. But the sons of fair Achaia left
Speaker 1: their slaughtered foes in dust and blood, unstripped of arms,
Speaker 1: a while till they should lay upon the pyre, the
Speaker 1: son of Pelias, who in battle shock had been their
Speaker 1: banner of victory. Charging in his might, so the kings
Speaker 1: drew him from that stricken and field, straining beneath the
Speaker 1: weight of giant limbs, And with all loving care they
Speaker 1: bore him on and laid him in his tent before
Speaker 1: the ships and round him gathered that great host and
Speaker 1: wailed heart anguished him, who had been the Achaeans' strength,
Speaker 1: and now forgotten all the splendor of spears, lay amid
Speaker 1: the tents, by moaning hellespont in stature more than human,
Speaker 1: even as lay Titius, who sought to force Queen Leto
Speaker 1: when she fared to Pitho. Swiftly in his wrath, Apollo
Speaker 1: shot and laid him low, who seemed invincible, in a
Speaker 1: foul lake of gore. There he lay, covering many a
Speaker 1: rood of guard on the broad earth his mother, and
Speaker 1: she moaned over her son of blessed God's abhorred. But
Speaker 1: Lady Lido laughed so grand of mold. There in the
Speaker 1: foemen's land lay Iachus's son, for joy to Trojans, but
Speaker 1: for endless grief to Ocay. And men lamenting moaned the
Speaker 1: air with sighing from the abysses of the sea, and
Speaker 1: passing heavy grew the hearts of all, thinking, now shall
Speaker 1: we perish by the hands of Trojans, then by those
Speaker 1: dark ships. They thought of white haired fathers left in
Speaker 1: halls afar, of wives now wedded, who by couches cold mourned, waiting,
Speaker 1: waiting with their tender babes for husbands unreturning, And they
Speaker 1: groaned in bitterness of soul. A passion of grief came
Speaker 1: over their hearts. They fell upon their faces on the
Speaker 1: deep sand, flung down, and wept as men all comfortless
Speaker 1: round Pelias mighty son, and clutched and plucked out by
Speaker 1: the roots their hair, and east upon their heads, defiling sand.
Speaker 1: Their cry was like the cry that goes up from
Speaker 1: folk that after battle by their walls are slaughtered. When
Speaker 1: their maddened foes set fire to a great city, and
Speaker 1: slay in heaps on heaps her people, and make spoil
Speaker 1: of all her wealth, so wild and high. They wailed
Speaker 1: beside the sea because the Danian's champion, Iachus's son lay
Speaker 1: grand in death by a god's arrow, slain as Aries lay,
Speaker 1: when she of the mighty Father, with that huge stone
Speaker 1: dashed him on Troy's plane. Ceaselessly wailed the Mermadon's Achilles,
Speaker 1: A ring of mourners round the kingly death, that kind heart,
Speaker 1: friend alike to each and all, to no man arrogant,
Speaker 1: nor heard of mood, but ever tempering strength with courtesy.
Speaker 1: Then Ajax, first, deep groaning, uttered forth his yearning over
Speaker 1: his father's brother's son, God stricken, Ugh, no man has
Speaker 1: smitten him of all upon the wide, weighed earth that
Speaker 1: dwell him glorious. Ajax, heavy hearted, mourned, now wandering to
Speaker 1: the tent of Pelias's son, now cast down all his
Speaker 1: length a giant form on the sea sands, and thus
Speaker 1: lamented he Achilles, shield and sword of argive men, you
Speaker 1: have died in Troy from Phythia's planes afar smitten unawares
Speaker 1: by that had a cursed shaft, such a thing as
Speaker 1: weakling dastard's aim in fight. For none who trusts in
Speaker 1: wielding the great shield, None who for war can skill
Speaker 1: to set the helm upon his brows, and sway the
Speaker 1: spear in his grip, and cleave the brass about the
Speaker 1: breasts of foes wars with arrows shrinking from the fray.
Speaker 1: Not man to man he met you, who so smote
Speaker 1: you else woundless, never had he escaped your lance. But
Speaker 1: haply Zeus proposed to ruin all, and make all our
Speaker 1: toil and labor vain. Oh, now will grant the trojan's victory,
Speaker 1: who from Achaea now has reft her shield. How shall
Speaker 1: old Pelias in his halls take up the burden of
Speaker 1: a mighty grief? Now in his joyless age, his heart
Speaker 1: shall break at the mere rumor of it. Better so
Speaker 1: thus in a moment to forget all pain. But if
Speaker 1: these evil tidings slay him, not, Oh, laden with sore sorrow,
Speaker 1: eld shall come upon him, eating out his heart with
Speaker 1: grief by a lone hearth Pelleas, so passing dear once
Speaker 1: to the blest. But the gods vouchsafe no perfect happiness
Speaker 1: to hapless men. So he, in grief lamented Pelias's son,
Speaker 1: Then ancient phoenix made heart stricken moan clasping the noble
Speaker 1: form of Iacus's seed, and in wild anguish wailed the
Speaker 1: wise of heart. You are reft from me, dear child,
Speaker 1: and cureless pain has left to me. Oh that upon
Speaker 1: my face the veiling earth had fallen. Ere I saw
Speaker 1: your bitter doom. No paying more terrible has ever stabbed
Speaker 1: my heart. No, not that hour of exile, when I
Speaker 1: fled from fatherland and noble parents, fleeing Hellas through till
Speaker 1: Pellias welcomed me with gifts, and lord of his delupeans
Speaker 1: made me in his arms you through his halls. One
Speaker 1: day he bore and set upon my knee, and bade
Speaker 1: me foster you, his babe, with all love as my own,
Speaker 1: dear child. I hearkened to him blithely. Did you cling
Speaker 1: about my heart and babbling wordless speech? Did call me
Speaker 1: father often? And did do my breast and tunic with
Speaker 1: your baby lips oftentimes with soul that laughed for glee.
Speaker 1: I held you in my arms from my heart, whispered
Speaker 1: to me, this fosterling through life shall care for you.
Speaker 1: Staff of your age shall be, And that my hope
Speaker 1: was for you're a little while fulfilled. But now you
Speaker 1: have vanished into darkness, and to me is left long heartache,
Speaker 1: wild with all regret. Ugh, mighty, my sorrow, slay me
Speaker 1: ere the tale to noble Pellias. Come, when on his
Speaker 1: ears fall the heavy tidings, he shall weep and wail
Speaker 1: without cease, most piteous grief. We two for your sake
Speaker 1: shall inherit. Yes, your sire and I, who here are
Speaker 1: day of doom mourning, shall go down to the grave
Speaker 1: for you. Ugh better this than life without you, so
Speaker 1: moaned his ever swelling tide of grief, and Atreus's son
Speaker 1: beside him mourned and wept with heart on fire, with
Speaker 1: only smoldering pain. You have perished, chief of the Danni,
Speaker 1: and men have perished, and have left the Achaean host defenseless.
Speaker 1: Now you are fallen. Are they left an easier prey
Speaker 1: to foes. You have given joy to Trojans by your fall,
Speaker 1: who dreaded you as a sheep alliant. These, with eager hearts,
Speaker 1: even to the ships, will bring the battle. Now, Zeus, father,
Speaker 1: you too, with deceitful words beguiled mortals. You did promise
Speaker 1: me that Priam's birds should be destroyed. But now that
Speaker 1: promise you gave you do not fulfill. But you did
Speaker 1: cheat my heart. I shall not win the war's goal,
Speaker 1: now that Achilles is no more. So did he cry,
Speaker 1: heart anguished, mourned all around Wales's multitudinous for Pelius's son.
Speaker 1: The dark ships echoed back the voice of grief, and
Speaker 1: sighed and sobbed the immeasurable air. And as when long
Speaker 1: sea rollers onward, driven by a great wind heave up
Speaker 1: far out at sea and strandwards sweep with terrible rush,
Speaker 1: And oh, headland and beach with shattered spray, are scourged
Speaker 1: and roar unceasing, So a dread sound rose of moaning
Speaker 1: of the Danians round the corpse, ceaselessly wailing Pelias's all
Speaker 1: a sun and on their morning soon black night had come.
Speaker 1: But spoke unto atrides Nellius's son, Nestor, whose own heart
Speaker 1: bore its load of grief, remembering his own son Antilochus,
Speaker 1: Oh mighty agamem Non, scepter, lord of argives from wide
Speaker 1: shrilling lamentation, refrain, we for this day none shall withhold
Speaker 1: hereafter these from all their heart's desire of weeping and
Speaker 1: lamenting many days. But now go to from all Asiachus's son,
Speaker 1: wash we the foul blood gouts, and lay we him
Speaker 1: upon a couch. Unseemly, it is to shame the dead
Speaker 1: by leaving them untended for long, So counseled Nelius's son,
Speaker 1: the Passing Wise, then hastened he his men, and bade
Speaker 1: them set cauldrons of cold spring water over the flames,
Speaker 1: and wash the corpse, and clothe in vesture fair sea purple,
Speaker 1: which his mother gave her son at his first sailing
Speaker 1: against Troy. With speed, they did their lord's command with
Speaker 1: loving care, all service meetly rendered on a couch, laid
Speaker 1: they the mighty fallen. Pelias's son, the trito Born, the
Speaker 1: passing Wise, beheld and pitied him, and showered upon his
Speaker 1: head ambrosia, which has virtue, Oh to keep taintless men,
Speaker 1: say the flesh of warriors slain like softly breathing sleeper,
Speaker 1: dewy fresh. She made him over that dead face, she
Speaker 1: drew a stern frown, even as when he lay with wrath,
Speaker 1: darkening his grim face, clasping his slain friend patrick less.
Speaker 1: And she made his frame to be more massive, like
Speaker 1: a war God to behold and wonder, seized the argives
Speaker 1: as they thronged, and saw the image of a living man,
Speaker 1: where all the stately length of Pelias's son lay on
Speaker 1: the couch, and seemed as though he slept around him,
Speaker 1: all the woeful captive maids whom he had taken for prey.
Speaker 1: What time he had ravaged, hollowed Lemnos, and had scaled
Speaker 1: the towered crags of thebes Eteon's town. Wailed as they
Speaker 1: stood and rent their fair young flesh, and smote their breasts,
Speaker 1: and from their hearts bemoaned that lord of gentleness and courtesy,
Speaker 1: who honored even the daughters of his foes, and stricken
Speaker 1: most of all with heartsick pain. Bresaeis, hero Achilles' couchmate,
Speaker 1: bowed over the dead and tore her fair young flesh
Speaker 1: with ruthless fingers, shrieking. Her soft breast was ridged with
Speaker 1: gory wheels, so cruelly she smote it. You had said
Speaker 1: that crimson blood had dripped on milk. Yet in her grief,
Speaker 1: despite her winsome loveliness shone out, and grace hung like
Speaker 1: a veil about her as she wailed, WHOA when my
Speaker 1: brethren died, My fatherland was wasted like this anguish for
Speaker 1: your death. You waste my day, my sunlight, my sweet life,
Speaker 1: my hope of good, my strong defense from harm. Dearer
Speaker 1: than all my beauty, yes, more dear than my lost parents,
Speaker 1: you waste all in all to me, you only captive
Speaker 1: though I be. You took from me every bondmaid's task,
Speaker 1: and like a wife did hold me augh. But now
Speaker 1: me shall some new a Cayan master bear to fertile Sparta,
Speaker 1: or to thirsty Argos the bitter cup of thraldom, shall
Speaker 1: I drain severed from you? Oh that the earth had
Speaker 1: veiled my dead face before I saw your doom. So
Speaker 1: for slain Pelias's son did she lament with woeful handmaids
Speaker 1: and heart anguished Greeks, mourning a king a husband. Never
Speaker 1: dried were her tears ever to the earth. They streamed
Speaker 1: like sunless water trickling from a rock, while rime and
Speaker 1: snow yet mantle over the earth above it. Yet the
Speaker 1: frost melts down before the east wind and the flame
Speaker 1: shafts of the sun. Now came the sound of that
Speaker 1: upringing wail t Narius's daughters, dwellers in the depths, unfathomed
Speaker 1: with sore anguish, all their hearts were smitten pitilessly. They moaned,
Speaker 1: Their cries shivered along the waves of hellas bond. Then,
Speaker 1: with dark mantles overpalled, they sped swiftly to where the
Speaker 1: argive men were thronged. As rushed their troop up silver
Speaker 1: paths of sea, the flood disported around them as they came.
Speaker 1: With one wild cry they floated up. It rang a
Speaker 1: sound as when fleet flying cranes forebode a great storm.
Speaker 1: Moaned the monsters of the deep, plaintively round that train
Speaker 1: of mourners. Fast on sped they to their goal with
Speaker 1: awesome cry, wailing the while their sister's mighty son swiftly
Speaker 1: from helicon. The muses came, heart burdened with undying grief,
Speaker 1: for love and honor to the Nereid starry eyed. Then Zeus,
Speaker 1: with courage, filled the argive men, that eyes of flesh
Speaker 1: might undismayed. Behold that glorious gathering of goddesses. Then those
Speaker 1: divine ones round Achilles's corpse pealed forth with one voice
Speaker 1: from immortal lips, a lamentation rang again. The shores of
Speaker 1: hellspond as rain upon the earth. Their tears fell round
Speaker 1: the dead man, Iachus's son, For out of depths of
Speaker 1: sorrow rose their moan, and all the armor, yes, the tents,
Speaker 1: the ships of that great sorrowing multitude were wet with
Speaker 1: tears from ever welling springs of grief. His mother cast
Speaker 1: her on him, clasping him, and kissed her son's lips,
Speaker 1: crying through her tears. Now let the rosy vesture dawn
Speaker 1: in heaven exult. Now let broad flowing Axius exult. And
Speaker 1: for a steropious dead put by his wrath, let Priam's
Speaker 1: seed be glad. But I, unto Olympus, will ascend, and
Speaker 1: at the feet of everlasting Zeus will cast me bitterly,
Speaker 1: planning that he gave me an unwilling bride, unto a man,
Speaker 1: a man whom joyless eld soon overtook, to whom the
Speaker 1: fates are near with death for gift, yet him glorious
Speaker 1: in the eacid halls, in recompense for the bridle I
Speaker 1: so loathed that into wild wind. Now I changed me
Speaker 1: now to water, now in fashion as a bird, I
Speaker 1: was now as the blast of flame. Nor might immortal
Speaker 1: win me for his bride, who seemed all shapes in
Speaker 1: turn that earth and heaven contain, until the Olympian pledged
Speaker 1: him to bestow a god like son on me, a
Speaker 1: lord of war. Yes, in a manner this did he
Speaker 1: fulfill faithfully. For my son was mightiest of men. But
Speaker 1: Zeus made brief his span of life, unto my sorrow. Therefore,
Speaker 1: up to heaven, will I to Zeus's mansion? Will I
Speaker 1: go and wail my son, and will put Zeus in
Speaker 1: mind of all my labor for him and his sons
Speaker 1: in their sore stress and sting his soul with shame.
Speaker 1: So in her wild lament the sea queen cried. But
Speaker 1: now to Theadus spoke Calliope, she in whose heart was
Speaker 1: steadfast wisdom throned from lamentation. Thetis now forbear, and do not,
Speaker 1: in the frenzy of your grief for your lost son,
Speaker 1: provoke the wrath of the Lord of gods and men.
Speaker 1: Lo even sons of Zeus, the thunder King, have perished,
Speaker 1: overborne by evil fate immortal. Though I be my own son.
Speaker 1: Orpheus died, whose magic song drew all the forest trees
Speaker 1: to follow him, and every craggy rock and river, stream
Speaker 1: and blasts of wind, shrill piping, stormy breath, and birds
Speaker 1: that dart through air on rushing winds. Yet I endured
Speaker 1: my heavy sorrow. Gods ought not with anguished grief to
Speaker 1: vex their souls. Therefore, make end of sorrow, stricken wail
Speaker 1: for your bravest child. For to the sons of earth minstrels,
Speaker 1: shall chant his glory and his might, by mine and
Speaker 1: by my sister's inspiration, unto the end of time. Let
Speaker 1: not your soul be crushed by dark grief. Nor do
Speaker 1: you lament like those frail mortal women. Know you not
Speaker 1: that round all men which dwell upon the earth hover irresistible,
Speaker 1: deadly fate, who recks not even the gods. Such power
Speaker 1: she only has for heritage. Yes, she soon shall destroy gold,
Speaker 1: wealthy Priam's town, and trojans many and argives doomed to death,
Speaker 1: whomso she will. No god can stay her hand. So
Speaker 1: in her wisdom spoke Calliope. Then plunged the sun down
Speaker 1: into ocean stream, and sable vested night came floating up
Speaker 1: over the wide firmament, and brought her boon of sleep
Speaker 1: to sorrowing mortals on the sands. There slept, they all
Speaker 1: the Achaean host, with heads bowed beneath the burden of calamity.
Speaker 1: But upon Thedus sleep laid not his hand. Still with
Speaker 1: the deathless Narreids by the sea, she sat on either side.
Speaker 1: The muses spoke one after other comfortable words to make
Speaker 1: that sorrowing heart forget its pain. But when with a
Speaker 1: triumphant laugh, the dawn soared up the sky and her
Speaker 1: most radiant light shed over all the Trojans and their king. Then,
Speaker 1: sorrowing sorely for Achilles, still the Danians woke to weep
Speaker 1: day after day for many days. They wept around them,
Speaker 1: moaned far stretching beaches of the sea, and mourned Great
Speaker 1: Nereus for his daughter Thedus's sake, and mourned with him
Speaker 1: the other sea gods, all for dead Achilles. Then the
Speaker 1: Argives gave the corpse of Great Polaides to the flame.
Speaker 1: A pyre of countless tree trunks built they up, which,
Speaker 1: all with one mind, toiling from the heights of Ida,
Speaker 1: they brought down for Atreus's sons, sped on to work,
Speaker 1: and charged them to bring thence wood without measure that
Speaker 1: can assumed with speed, might be Achilles's body all around
Speaker 1: piled bay about the pyre, much battle gear of strong men,
Speaker 1: slain and slew, and cast thereon full many goodly sons
Speaker 1: of trojan men, and snorting steeds and mighty bowls, with
Speaker 1: all and sheep and fattling swine. Thereon they cast, and
Speaker 1: wailing captive maids from coffers, brought mantles untold, all cast
Speaker 1: they on the pyre. Gold heaped they there, and amber
Speaker 1: all their hair the myrmid on shore, and shrouded with
Speaker 1: the same The body of their king. Bresaeus laid her
Speaker 1: own shorn tresses on the corpse, her gift, her last
Speaker 1: unto her lord. Great jars of oil, full many poured
Speaker 1: they out thereon, with jars of honey and of wine,
Speaker 1: rich blood of the grape that breathed an odor as
Speaker 1: of nectar, Yes, cast incense, breathing perfumes, manifold, marvelous sweet,
Speaker 1: the precious things put forth by Earth, and treasures of
Speaker 1: the sea divine. Then, when all things were set in
Speaker 1: readiness about the pyre, all footman charioteers compassed that woeful bale,
Speaker 1: clashing their arms, while from the viewless heights Olympian Zeus
Speaker 1: rained down Ambrosia on dead Iacus's son, for honor to
Speaker 1: the goddess Nereus's child. He sent to Eolus's Hermes, bidding
Speaker 1: him summon the sacred might of his swift winds, for
Speaker 1: that the corpse of Eachus's sun must now be burned.
Speaker 1: With speed he went, and Eolus refused not the tempestuous
Speaker 1: north in haste he summoned, and the wild blast of
Speaker 1: the West and of Troy sped. They on their whirlwind wings,
Speaker 1: fast in mad onrush, fast across the deep. They darted,
Speaker 1: roared beneath them. As they flew the sea, the land
Speaker 1: above crashed, thunder voiced clouds, headlong, hurtling through the firmament. Then,
Speaker 1: by decree of Zeus, down on the pyre of slain Achilles,
Speaker 1: like a charging host, swooped they upleapt the fire god's
Speaker 1: matting breath. Up rose a long wail from the myrmidons. Then,
Speaker 1: though with whirlwind rushes, toiled the winds all day all night,
Speaker 1: they needs must fan the flames ere that death pyre
Speaker 1: burned out up to the heaven's vast volumes rolled the smoke.
Speaker 1: The huge tree trunks groaned, writhing, bursting, in the heat
Speaker 1: and dropped the dark gray ash all around. So when
Speaker 1: the winds had tirelessly fulfilled their mighty task back to
Speaker 1: their cave, they rode cloud charioted. Then, when the fire
Speaker 1: had last of all consumed that hero king, when all
Speaker 1: the steeds the men slain round the pyre had first
Speaker 1: been ravened up with all the costly offerings laid around
Speaker 1: the mighty dead of Achaea's weeping suns, the glowing embers
Speaker 1: did the Ramadans quench with wine. Then clear to be
Speaker 1: discerned were seen his bones. For no wise like the
Speaker 1: rest were they, but like an ancient giant's none Beside
Speaker 1: with these were blent for bulls and steeds and sons
Speaker 1: of Troy. With all that mingled, hecatomb lay in a
Speaker 1: wide ring round his corpse, and he, amidst them, flame devoured,
Speaker 1: lay there alone. So his companions, groaning, gathered up his bones,
Speaker 1: and in a silver casket laid massy and deep and
Speaker 1: banded and bestarred with flashing gold. And Nereus's daughters shed
Speaker 1: ambrosia over them, and precious nards for honor to Achilles.
Speaker 1: Fat of kind and amber honey poured they all over
Speaker 1: a golden vase. His mother gave the gift in old
Speaker 1: time of the Wine God, glorious work of the craft
Speaker 1: master fire God, in the which they laid the casket
Speaker 1: that enclosed the bones of mighty souled Achilles. All around
Speaker 1: the Argives heaped a barrow a giant sign upon a
Speaker 1: Foreland's uttermost end, beside the Hellespon's deep waters, wailing loud
Speaker 1: farewells unto the Mermadon's hero King nor stayed the immortal
Speaker 1: steeds of Iacus's son tearless beside the ships. They also
Speaker 1: mourned their slain king sorely. Loth were they to abide
Speaker 1: longer mid mortal men or argive steeds, bearing a burden
Speaker 1: of consuming grief. But fain were they to soar through
Speaker 1: air afar from wretched men over the ocean streams, over
Speaker 1: the sea Queen's caverns, unto where divine Podargi bear that
Speaker 1: storm Foot two begotten of the west wind. Clarion voiced yes,
Speaker 1: and they had accomplished their desire. But the God's purpose
Speaker 1: held them back until from Sciros's isle Achilles's Fleetfoot's son
Speaker 1: should come him. Waited they to welcome when he came
Speaker 1: unto the war host for the fates, daughter of Holy Chaos,
Speaker 1: and their birth had spun the life threads of those
Speaker 1: deathless foals, even to serve Poseidon first and next Pelias,
Speaker 1: the dauntless King, Achilles, then the Invincible, and after these
Speaker 1: the Fourth the mighty hearted Neoptolemus, whom, after death, to
Speaker 1: the Elysian Plain they were to bear unto the blessed
Speaker 1: land by Zeus's decree, for which cause, though their hearts
Speaker 1: were pierced with bitter anguish, they abode still by the ships,
Speaker 1: with spirits sorrowing for their old lord and yearning for
Speaker 1: the new. Then from the surge of heavy plunging seas
Speaker 1: rose the earth Shaker. No man saw his feet pace
Speaker 1: upon the strand, but suddenly he stood beside the Neriad
Speaker 1: goddesses and spoke to Thetus. Yet for Achilles bowed with grief,
Speaker 1: Refrain from endless mourning. For your son. Not with the
Speaker 1: dead shall he abide, but dwell with gods, as does
Speaker 1: the Mighty of Heracles and Dionysus. Ever fair, not him
Speaker 1: dread doom shall prison in darkness evermore, nor hades keep
Speaker 1: him to the light of Zeus. Soon shall he rise,
Speaker 1: and I will give to him a holy island for
Speaker 1: my gift. It lies within the Euxine Sea. There evermore
Speaker 1: a god, your son shall be. The tribes that dwell
Speaker 1: around shall, as my own self, honor him with incense
Speaker 1: and with the steam of sacrifice. Hush her laments, vex
Speaker 1: not your heart with grief. Then, like a wind breath,
Speaker 1: had he passed away over the sea, when that consoling
Speaker 1: word was spoken, and a little in her breast revived
Speaker 1: the spirit of Thedus, and the God brought this to pass.
Speaker 1: Thereafter all the host moved moaning thence and came unto
Speaker 1: the ships that brought them over from Hellas then returned
Speaker 1: to helicon the muses beneath the sea, wailing their dear
Speaker 1: dead Nius's daughters saying, oh, nerds, thank you as always
Speaker 1: for listening. Those are so they're so fun to read,
Speaker 1: and also very difficult because there's a lot that old language.
Speaker 1: Why did anyone ever talk like that? Why? Why so much?
Speaker 1: Thou and thy and anyway? I changed most of it
Speaker 1: in the moment, and I hope it all makes sense.
Speaker 1: But sometimes these translations are they're really something, but they're
Speaker 1: better than nothing right. This is such an interesting text too,
Speaker 1: because of it's so late, and yet it is this
Speaker 1: the only text that we have that really describes the
Speaker 1: end of the warp, that like actually really describes Achilles
Speaker 1: as death in any kind of detail, let alone everything else.
Speaker 1: It's really it's a very interesting and joyful. So I
Speaker 1: hope you're all enjoying this, this reading. Thank you all
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