![]() The god is harsh, for he solemnly assured me I’d sack high-walled Ilium before I headed home but now, with so many men lost, he reveals his cruel deceit, bidding me return disgraced to Argos. So they assembled and sat there deeply troubled, and Agamemnon rose to address them, groaning heavily, while tears ran down his face like dark spring-water streaking a sheer cliff: ‘My friends, you leaders and counsellors of the Greeks, Zeus, the mighty son of Cronos, has entangled me in sad delusion. ![]() Like the teeming sea in turmoil when Northerlies and Westerlies that blow from Thrace suddenly rise, piling the dark waves swiftly in crests hurling seaweed on the shore, so the hearts of the Greeks were in turmoil in their breasts.Īgamemnon, stricken and in great distress, ordered the clear-voiced heralds to summon every man by name, and with little noise, and laboured at the same task himself. So, the Trojans kept watch while the Greeks were gripped by panic that accompanies freezing fear, and all their leaders despaired.
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