shall do if we remain here. Else let us ask a priest why Apollo treats us thus harshly.'
But it was easy to tell why Apollo was angry, and Calchas, a seer, answered Achilles in plain-spoken words. 'The wrath of the god is upon us,' he said, 'for the sake of the priest whom Agamemnon spurned, refusing to accept the ransom of his daughter. Let Chryseis be sent back to her father, and for sacrifice also a hundred beasts, that the anger of the god may be pacified.'
Deep was the wrath of Agamemnon as he listened to the words of Calchas.
'Thou seer of evil,' he cried, his eyes aflame with anger, 'never yet hast thou told me the thing that is pleasant. Yet that the hosts of our army perish not, I will send the maiden back. But in her place will I take Briseis the Fair-*cheeked, whom Achilles has in his tent.'
When Achilles heard these words he drew his sword to slay Agamemnon. But before he could strike a blow he felt the locks of his golden hair caught in a strong grasp, and in a moment his rage was checked, for he knew the touch was that of the goddess Athene. None saw her save Achilles, none heard as she said to him, 'I came from heaven to stay thine anger. . . . Go to now, cease from strife, and let not thine hand draw the sword.'
Then Achilles sheathed his sword, saying, 'Goddess, needs must a man observe thy saying even though he be very wroth at heart, for so is the better way.'
Yet although Achilles struck no blow, bitter were the words he spoke to the king, for a coward did he deem him and full of greed. 'If thou takest from me Briseis,' he cried, 'verily, by my staff, that shall not blossom again seeing it has been cleft from a tree, never will I again draw sword for thee. Surely I and my warriors will go home, for no quarrel have we with the Trojans. And when Hector slaughters thy hosts, in vain shalt thou call for Achilles.'
Well did Agamemnon know that he ought to soothe the
