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<strong>Homer</strong>’s <strong>Iliad</strong><br />

say, ‘Go home, for you will not take Ilius.’ Jove has held his hand<br />

over her to protect her, and her people have taken heart. Go,<br />

therefore, as in duty bound, and tell the princes of the Achaeans the<br />

message that I have sent them; tell them to find some other plan for<br />

the saving of their ships and people, for so long as my displeasure<br />

lasts the one that they have now hit upon may not be. As for<br />

Phoenix, let him sleep here that he may sail with me in the morning<br />

if he so will. But I will not take him <strong>by</strong> force.”<br />

They all held their peace, dismayed at the sternness with which he<br />

had denied them, till presently the old knight Phoenix in his great<br />

fear for the ships of the Achaeans, burst into tears and said, “Noble<br />

Achilles, if you are now minded to return, and in the fierceness of<br />

your anger will do nothing to save the ships from burning, how,<br />

my son, can I remain here without you? Your father Peleus bade<br />

me go with you when he sent you as a mere lad from Phthia to<br />

Agamemnon. You knew nothing neither of war nor of the arts<br />

where<strong>by</strong> men make their mark in council, and he sent me with you<br />

to train you in all excellence of speech and action. Therefore, my<br />

son, I will not stay here without you- no, not though heaven itself<br />

vouchsafe to strip my years from off me, and make me young as I<br />

was when I first left Hellas the land of fair women. I was then flying<br />

the anger of father Amyntor, son of Ormenus, who was furious with<br />

me in the matter of his concubine, of whom he was enamoured to<br />

the wronging of his wife my mother. My mother, therefore, prayed<br />

me without ceasing to lie with the woman myself, that so she hate<br />

my father, and in the course of time I yielded. But my father soon<br />

came to know, and cursed me bitterly, calling the dread Erinyes to<br />

witness. He prayed that no son of mine might ever sit upon kneesand<br />

the gods, Jove of the world below and awful Proserpine,<br />

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