CHAPTER IV

THE BROKEN OATH

Meanwhile the gods sat in council in the hall of Zeus; and fair Hebe

poured out for them the nectar, and they pledged each other in cups

of gold, looking down upon the city of Troy. Then spake Zeus,

seeking to provoke Hera with taunting words:--

He'-be.

"Two helpers hath Menelaus among the goddesses, even Hera and Athene.

But now they sit still and take their pleasure, while Aphrodite

walketh beside Paris, and delivereth him from instant death. Yet,

seeing that Menelaus hath prevailed, let us consider what shall next

be done. Shall we stir up war again, or make peace between the

hosts? If it please you to make peace, then let Menelaus take Helen

to his home again, and let Priam's city continue."

So he spake. But Hera and Athene sat wrathful side by side,

meditating evil in their hearts against the men of Troy. Athene kept

silence, in spite of the fury that raged within her, but Hera could

not contain her wrath, and spake:--

"What is this thou sayest? Wouldst thou make void all my toil and

trouble, with which I have gathered this people together, that Priam

and his sons may be destroyed? Do as thou wilt; but it pleaseth not

the other gods."

To her Zeus spake in answer wrathfully: "Tell us what evil have Priam

and the sons of Priam done in thy sight that thou desirest so

pitilessly the downfall of this fair city of Troy? Verily wert thou

to pass within the gates, and eat Priam raw, and his sons with him,

then might thy hate be satisfied. Do, then, as thou wilt. Let not

this matter breed ill-will betwixt me and thee. Yet remember what I

say. If I be minded to destroy in time to come some city that thou

lovest, say me not nay, nor hinder me, for in this have I yielded to

thy will. Verily of all the cities of men that lie beneath the

stars, I have loved Troy the best. Never there has my altar failed

of feast and banquet and the sweet savour that is the due of gods."

Then Hera answered: "Three cities have I that I love, Argos and

Sparta and Mycenæ. If they have offended thee, destroy them; I

begrudge them not; nor, indeed, could I withstand thy will. Yet my

toil also should not be made vain; for I, too, am a daughter of

Chronos, and first in place among the immortals, seeing that I am thy

wife, who art the King. Come, therefore, let us yield to one

another, and the other gods will follow us. Let now Athene go down,

and bring it to pass that some one of the Trojans begin the strife

and break the truce."

My-ce'-næ.

Thus she ended, and Zeus said not nay, but spake straightway to

Athene: "Make haste, get thee down to the host, and bring it to pass

that the men of Troy break the truce."

So Athene sped down from the top of Olympus, like to a star which

Zeus sends as a sign to sailors on the sea, or to some host that

goeth forth to battle; and wonder cometh upon all that behold it.

Among the host of Troy she went, taking upon herself the shape of

Laodocus, son of Antenor, and went to Pandarus, where he stood among

his men. Then the false Laodocus said: "Pandarus, darest thou aim an

arrow at Menelaus. Truly the Trojans would love thee well, and Paris

best of all, if they could see Menelaus slain by an arrow from thy

bow. Aim then, but first pray to Apollo, and vow that thou wilt

offer a hundred beasts when thou returnest to thy city."

La-o'-do-cus. Pan'-da-rus.

Now Pandarus had a bow made of the horns of a wild goat which he had

slain; sixteen palms long were the horns, and a cunning workman had

made them smooth, and put a tip of gold whereon to fasten the

bow-string. And Pandarus strung his bow, his comrades hiding him

with their shields. Then he took an arrow from his quiver, and laid

it on the bow-string, and drew the string to his breast, till the

arrow-head touched the bow, and let fly. Right well aimed was the

dart, but it was not the will of heaven that it should slay Menelaus.

For the daughter of Zeus stood before him, and turned aside the

shaft, waving it from him as a mother waveth a fly from her child

when he lieth asleep. She guided it to where the golden clasps of

the belt came together, and the breast-plate overlapped. It passed

through the belt, and through the corselet, and through the girdle,

and pierced the skin. Then the red blood rushed out and stained the

white skin.

Sore dismayed was King Agamemnon to see the blood; sore dismayed also

was the brave Menelaus, till he spied the barb of the arrow, and knew

that the wound was not deep. But Agamemnon cried: "It was in an evil

hour for thee, my brother, that I made a covenant with these false

sons of Troy. Right well, indeed, I know that oath and sacrifice are

not in vain. For though Zeus fulfil not now his purpose, yet will he

take vengeance at the last, and the guilty shall suffer, they and

their wives, and their children. Troy shall fall; but woe is me if

thou shouldst die, Menelaus. For the Greeks will straightway go back

to their fatherland, and the fair Helen will be left a boast to the

sons of Troy, and I shall have great shames when one of them shall

say, as he leaps on the tomb of the brave Menelaus, 'Surely the great

Agamemnon has avenged himself well; for he brought an army hither,

but now has gone back to his home, and left Menelaus here.' May the

earth swallow me up before that day!"

"Nay," said Menelaus; "fear not, for the arrow hath but grazed the

skin."

Then King Agamemnon bade fetch Machaon, the physician. And Machaon

came, and drew forth the arrow, and when he had wiped away the blood

he put healing drugs upon the wound.

Ma-cha'-on.

But while this was doing, King Agamemnon went throughout the host,

and if he saw any one stirring himself to get ready for the battle he

praised him and gave him good encouragement; but whomsoever he saw

halting and lingering and slothful, him he blamed and rebuked,

whether he were common man or chief.

So he passed through all the host. And the Greeks went forward to

the battle, as the waves that curl themselves, then dash upon the

shore, throwing high the foam. In order they went after their

chiefs; you would have thought then dumb, so silent were they. But

the Trojans were like a flock of ewes which wait to be milked, and

bleat hearing the voice of their lambs, so confused a cry went out

from their army, for there were men of many tongues gathered

together. And on either side the gods urged them on.

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