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by Thomas Bulfinch


  Soon taught the sweet civilities of life"

  Chapter XXVII: The Trojan War

  Minerva was the goddess of wisdom, but on one occasion she did a very foolish

  thing; she entered into competition with Juno and Venus for the prize of beauty. It

  happened thus: At the nuptials of Peleus and Thetis all the gods were invited with the

  exception of Eris, or Discord. Enraged at her exclusion, the goddess threw a golden

  apple among the guests, with the inscription, "For the fairest." Thereupon Juno, Venus,

  and Minerva each claimed the apple. Jupiter, not willing to decide in so delicate a

  matter, sent the goddesses to Mount Ida, where the beautiful shepherd Paris was

  tending his flocks, and to him was committed the decision. The goddesses

  accordingly appeared before him. Juno promised him power and riches, Minerva glory

  and renown in war, and Venus the fairest of women for his wife, each attempting to

  bias his decision in her own favor. Paris decided in favor of Venus and gave her the

  golden apple, thus making the two other goddesses his enemies. Under the protection

  of Venus, Paris sailed to Greece, and was hospitably received by Menelaus, king of

  Sparta. Now Helen, the wife of Menelaus, was the very woman whom Venus had

  destined for Paris, the fairest of her sex. She had been sought as a bride by

  numerous suitors, and before her decision was made known, they all, at the

  suggestion of Ulysses, one of their number, took an oath that they would defend her

  from all injury and avenge her cause if necessary. She chose Menelaus, and was

  living with him happily when Paris became their guest. Paris, aided by Venus,

  persuaded her to elope with him, and carried her to Troy, whence arose the famous

  Trojan war, the theme of the greatest poems of antiquity, those of Homer and Virgil.

  Menelaus called upon his brother chieftains of Greece to fulfil their pledge, and

  join him in his efforts to recover his wife. They generally came forward, but Ulysses,

  who had married Penelope and was very happy in his wife and child, had no

  disposition to embark in such a troublesome affair. He therefore hung back and

  Palamedes was sent to urge him. When Palamedes arrived at Ithaca, Ulysses

  pretended to be mad. He yoked an ass and an ox together to the plough and began to

  sow salt. Palamedes, to try him, placed the infant Telemachus before the plough,

  whereupon the father turned the plough aside, showing plainly that he was no

  madman, and after that could no longer refuse to fulfil his promise. Being now himself

  gained for the undertaking he lent his aid to bring in other reluctant chiefs, especially

  Achilles. This hero was the son of that Thetis at whose marriage the apple of Discord

  had been thrown among the goddesses. Thetis was herself one of the immortals, a

  sea-nymph, and knowing that her son was fated to perish before Troy if he went on the

  expedition, she endeavored to prevent his going. She sent him away to the court of

  King Lycomedes, and induced him to conceal himself in the disguise of a maiden

  among the daughters of the king. Ulysses, hearing he was there, went disguised as a

  merchant to the palace and offered for sale female ornaments, among which he had

  placed some arms. While the king's daughters were engrossed with the other contents

  of the merchant's pack, Achilles handled the weapons and thereby betrayed himself to

  the keen eye of Ulysses, who found no great difficulty in persuading him to disregard

  his mother's prudent counsels and join his countrymen in the war.

  Priam was king of Troy, and Paris, the shepherd and seducer of Helen, was his

  son. Paris had been brought up in obscurity, because there were certain ominous

  forebodings connected with him from his infancy that he would be the ruin of the state.

  These forebodings seemed at length likely to be realized, for the Grecian armament

  now in preparation was the greatest that had ever been fitted out. Agamemnon, king

  of Mycenae, and brother of the injured Menelaus, was chosen commander-in-chief.

  Achilles was their most illustrious warrior. After him ranked Ajax, gigantic in size and

  of great courage, but dull of intellect, Diomede, second only to Achilles in all the

  qualities of a hero, Ulysses, famous for his sagacity, and Nestor, the oldest of the

  Grecian chiefs, and one to whom they all looked up for counsel. But Troy was no

  feeble enemy. Priam the king was now old, but he had been a wise prince and had

  strengthened his state by good government at home and numerous alliances with his

  neighbors. But the principal stay and support of his throne was his son Hector, one of

  the noblest characters painted by heathen antiquity. He felt, from the first, a

  presentiment of the fall of his country, but still persevered in his heroic resistance, yet

  by no means justified the wrong which brought this danger upon her. He was united in

  marriage with Andromache, and as a husband and father his character was not less

  admirable than as a warrior. The principal leaders on the side of the Trojans, besides

  Hector, were Aeneas and Deiphobus, Glaucus and Sarpedon.

  After two years of preparation the Greek fleet and army assembled in the port of

  Aulis in Boeotia. Here Agamemnon in hunting killed a stag which was sacred to

  Diana, and the goddess in return visited the army with pestilence, and produced a

  calm which prevented the ships from leaving the port. Calchas the soothsayer

  thereupon announced that the wrath of the virgin goddess could only be appeased by

  the sacrifice of a virgin on her altar, and that none other but the daughter of the

  offender would be acceptable. Agamemnon, however reluctant, yielded his consent,

  and the maiden Iphigenia was sent for under the pretence that she was to be married

  to Achilles. When she was about to be sacrificed the goddess relented and snatched

  her away, leaving a hind in her place, and Iphigenia enveloped in a cloud was carried

  to Tauris, where Diana made her priestess of her temple.

  Tennyson, in his Dream of Fair Women, makes Iphigenia thus describe her

  feelings at the moment of sacrifice the moment represented in our engraving: -

  "I was cut off from hope in that sad place,

  Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears;

  My father held his hand upon his face;

  I, blinded by my tears,

  "Still strove to speak; my voice was thick with sighs,

  As in a dream. Dimly I could descry

  The stern black-bearded kings, with wolfish eyes,

  Waiting to see me die.

  "The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat,

  The temples and the people and the shore;

  One drew a sharp knife through my tender throat

  Slowly, - and - nothing more."

  The wind now proving fair the fleet made sail and brought the forces to the coast

  of Troy. The Trojans came to oppose their landing, and at the first onset Protesilaus fell

  by the hand of Hector. Protesilaus had left at home his wife Laodamia, who was most

  tenderly attached to him. When the news of his death reached her she implored the

  gods to be allowed to converse with him only three hours. The request was granted.

  Mercury led Protesilaus back to the upper world, and when he died a second time

  Laodamia died with him. There was a story that the nymphs planted elm trees round his

  grave which grew
very well till they were high enough to command a view of Troy, and

  then withered away, while fresh branches sprang from the roots.

  Wordsworth has taken the story of Protesilaus and Laodamia for the subject of a

  poem. It seems the oracle had declared that victory should be the lot of that party from

  which should fall the first victim to the war. The poet represents Protesilaus, on his brief

  return to earth, as relating to Laodamia the story of his fate: -

  "The wished-for wind was given; I then revolved

  The oracle, upon the silent sea;

  And if no worthier led the way, resolved

  That of a thousand vessels mine should be

  The foremost prow impressing to the strand, -

  Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

  "Yet bitter, ofttimes bitter was the pang

  When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife!

  On thee too fondly did my memory hang,

  And on the joys we shared in mortal life,

  The paths which we had trod, - these fountains, flowers;

  My new planned cities and unfinished towers.

  'But should suspense permit the foe to cry,

  'Behold they tremble! haughty their array,

  Yet of their number no one dares to die?'

  In soul I swept the indignity away:

  Old frailties then recurred: but lofty thought

  In act imbodied my deliverance wrought.

  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

  ". . . upon the side

  Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)

  A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

  From out the tomb of him for whom she died;

  And ever when such stature they had gained

  That Ilium's walls were subject to their view,

  The trees' tall summits withered at the sight,

  A constant interchange of growth and blight!"

  The Iliad.

  The war continued without decisive results for nine years. Then an event

  occurred which seemed likely to be fatal to the cause of the Greeks, and that was a

  quarrel between Achilles and Agamemnon. It is at this point that the great poem of

  Homer, the Iliad, begins. The Greeks though unsuccessful against Troy, had taken the

  neighboring and allied cities, and in the division of the spoil a female captive, by name

  Chryseis, daughter of Chryses, priest of Apollo, had fallen to the share of Agamemnon.

  Chryses came bearing the sacred emblems of his office, and begged the release of his

  daughter. Agamemnon refused. Thereupon Chryses implored Apollo to afflict the

  Greeks till they should be forced to yield their prey. Apollo granted the prayer of his

  priest, and sent pestilence into the Grecian camp. Then a council was called to

  deliberate how to allay the wrath of the gods and avert the plague. Achilles boldly

  charged their misfortunes upon Agamemnon as caused by his withholding Chryseis.

  Agamemnon enraged consented to relinquish his captive, but demanded that Achilles

  should yield to him in her stead Briseis, a maiden who had fallen to Achilles' share in the

  division of the spoil. Achilles submitted, but forthwith declared that he would take no

  further part in the war. He withdrew his forces from the general camp and openly

  avowed his intention of returning home to Greece.

  The gods and goddesses interested themselves as much in this famous war as

  the parties themselves. It was well known to them that fate had decreed that Troy

  should fall, at last, if her enemies should persevere and not voluntarily abandon the

  enterprise. Yet there was room enough left for chance to excite by turns the hopes and

  fears of the powers above who took part with either side. Juno and Minerva, in

  consequence of the slight put upon their charms by Paris, were hostile to the Trojans;

  Venus for the opposite cause favored them. Venus enlisted her admirer Mars on the

  same side, but Neptune favored the Greeks. Apollo was neutral, sometimes taking one

  side, sometimes the other, and Jove himself, though he loved the good King Priam, yet

  exercised a degree of impartiality; not however without exceptions.

  Thetis, the mother of Achilles, warmly resented the injury done to her son. She

  repaired immediately to Jove's palace and besought him to make the Greeks repent of

  their injustice to Achilles by granting success to the Trojan arms. Jupiter consented; and

  in the battle which ensued the Trojans were completely successful. The Greeks were

  driven from the field and took refuge in their ships.

  Then Agamemnon called a council of his wisest and bravest chiefs. Nestor

  advised that an embassy should be sent to Achilles to persuade him to return to the

  field; that Agamemnon should yield the maiden, the cause of the dispute, with ample

  gifts to atone for the wrong he had done. Agamemnon consented, and Ulysses, Ajax,

  and Phoenix were sent to carry to Achilles the penitent message. They performed that

  duty, but Achilles was deaf to their entreaties. He positively refused to return to the field,

  and persisted in his resolution to embark for Greece without delay.

  The Greeks had constructed a rampart around their ships, and now instead of

  besieging Troy they were in a manner besieged themselves, within their rampart. The

  next day after the unsuccessful embassy to Achilles, a battle was fought, and the

  Trojans, favored by Jove, were successful, and succeeded in forcing a passage through

  the Grecian rampart, and were about to set fire to the ships. Neptune, seeing the

  Greeks so pressed, came to their rescue. He appeared in the form of Calchas the

  prophet encouraged the warriors with his shouts and appealed to each individually till he

  raised their ardor to such a pitch that they forced the Trojans to give way. Ajax

  performed prodigies of valor, and at length encountered Hector. Ajax shouted defiance,

  to which Hector replied, and hurled his lance at the huge warrior. It was well aimed and

  struck Ajax where the belts that bore his sword and shield crossed each other on the

  breast. The double guard prevented its penetrating and it fell harmless. Then Ajax

  seizing a huge stone, one of those that served to prop the ships, hurled it at Hector. It

  struck him in the neck and stretched him on the plain. His followers instantly seized him

  and bore him off stunned and wounded.

  While Neptune was thus aiding the Greeks and driving back the Trojans, Jupiter

  saw nothing of what was going on, for his attention had been drawn from the field by the

  wiles of Juno. That goddess had arrayed herself in all her charms, and to crown all had

  borrowed of Venus her girdle called Cestus, which had the effect to heighten the

  wearer's charms to such a degree that they were quite irresistible. So prepared, Juno

  went to join her husband, who sat on Olympus watching the battle. When he beheld her

  she looked so charming that the fondness of his early love revived, and, forgetting the

  contending armies and all other affairs of state, he thought only of her and let the battle

  go as it would.

  But this absorption did not continue long, and when, upon turning his eyes

  downward, he beheld Hector stretched on the plain almost lifeless from pain and

  bruises, he dismissed Juno in a rage, commanding her to send Iris and Apollo to him.

  When Iris came he sent her with a stern message to Neptune, ordering him instantly to

  quit the field. Apollo was despatched
to heal Hector's bruises and to inspirit his heart.

  These orders were obeyed with such speed that while the battle still raged, Hector

  returned to the field and Neptune betook himself to his own dominions.

  An arrow from Paris's bow wounded Machaon, son of Aesculapius, who inherited

  his father's art of healing, and was therefore of great value to the Greeks as their

  surgeon, besides being one of their bravest warriors. Nestor took Machaon in his chariot

  and conveyed him from the field. As they passed the ships of Achilles, that hero, looking

  out over the field, saw the chariot of Nestor and recognized the old chief, but could not

  discern who the wounded chief was. So calling Patroclus, his companion and dearest

  friend, he sent him to Nestor's tent to inquire.

  Patroclus, arriving at Nestor's tent, saw Machaon wounded, and having told the

  cause of his coming would have hastened away, but Nestor detained him, to tell him the

  extent of the Grecian calamities. He reminded him also how, at the time of departing for

  Troy, Achilles and himself had been charged by their respective fathers with different

  advice; Achilles to aspire to the highest pitch of glory, Patroclus, as the elder, to keep

  watch over his friend, and to guide his inexperience. "Now," said Nestor, "is the time for

  such influence. If the gods so please, thou mayest win him back to the common cause;

  but if not let him at least send his soldiers to the field, and come thou Patroclus clad in

  his armor, and perhaps the very sight of it may drive back the Trojans."

  Patroclus was strongly moved with this address, and hastened back to Achilles

  revolving in his mind all he had seen and heard. He told the prince the sad condition of

  affairs at the camp of their late associates; Diomede, Ulysses, Agamemnon, Machaon,

  all wounded, the rampart broken down, the enemy among the ships preparing to burn

  them, and thus to cut off all means of return to Greece. While they spoke the flames

  burst forth from one of the ships. Achilles, at the sight, relented so far as to grant

 

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