CHAPTER XII
MENELAUS AND PARIS DO BATTLE
When the heralds of Agamemnon had led Briseis away,
Achilles stripped off his armour, for not again would he fight
in the Trojan War. Down to the sea-shore he went alone
to weep for the loss of Briseis the Faircheeked.
As he wept he called aloud to his mother Thetis. From the depths of the sea she heard his cry, and swift on a wave she reached the shore. Soon she was by the side of her son, and taking his hand, as when he was a boy, she asked, 'My child, why weepest thou?'
Then Achilles told how Agamemnon had taken from him Briseis, whom he loved.
'Go to the palace of Zeus,' he entreated her, 'and beseech Zeus to give me honour before the hosts of the Greeks. Let him grant victory to the Trojans until the king sends to Achilles to beg for his help in the battle.'
So Thetis, for the sake of her dear son, hastened to Olympus, and bending at the knee of Zeus she besought the god to avenge the wrong done to Achilles.
At first Zeus, the Cloud-gatherer, was silent, as though he heard her not. 'Give me now thy promise,' urged Thetis, 'and confirm it with a nod or else deny me.'
Then the god nodded, and thereat Olympus shook to its foundations. So Thetis knew that she had found favour in the eyes of Zeus, and leaving the palace of the gods she plunged deep into the sea.
Zeus hastened to fulfil his promise, and sent to Agamemnon a 'baneful dream.'
