So he asserted, and sat back down; but among them arose the
hero Atrides, ruler of far-flung realms Agamemnon,
103 burning with outrage, his dark heart filled to the brim with fury,
both of his glowering eyes ablaze like a raging bonfire—
setting his glare on Calchas at first, he lashed out against him:
“Seer of evil! You’ve never once spoken of anything good, yet
evil is dear to your heart when you make your predictions and forecasts—
never a word that profits, and no good ever accomplished.
109 Now, with the Danaans gathered in council, you prophesy once more,
telling them now that the far-shooting archer has given us all grief
just because I kept the girl, and not the magnificent ransom.
Yes, it is true that I want her, to have her at home in my household;
true, I would rather have her than even my own Clytemnestra,
dearly beloved wife, for the girl is no lesser than she is,
115 neither in body nor bearing, in mind nor handiwork either.
Still, I am willing to give her back, if that would be better.
I want my people to live on in safety, rather than perish.
Get me a prize to replace her at once, though, so I’m not the only
Argive who goes unrewarded by honor, for that would be shameful.
All of you see it, that my prize goes to another purpose.”