Then, in response
to him, Lord Agamemnon addressed the assembly:
“No, no,
no—as brave as you are, O godlike Achilles,
do not
deceive me: you cannot mislead me, you cannot persuade me.
133 What do you
want? Would you keep a prize for yourself,
while I’m left
sitting without
one? And are you ordering me to concede
her?
No—if the
great-hearted Argives will give me a prize for my efforts,
as I see
fit for a worthy replacement, then so it shall be; but,
if they do
not, then I’ll have to go out myself and take one—
your prize perhaps, or possibly Ajax’ or
that of Odysseus,
139 stolen
away. But whoever I come to will not be
happy.
Still,
nevermind it for now; we can all reconsider it later.
Come, let
us heave a swift black ship to the brilliant ocean,
gather some
oarsmen, and carry a sacrifice onto the vessel,
bringing
aboard Chryseis as well, with her beautiful cheekbones.
And, let a sensible
captain assume the command of the ship’s crew,
145 whether it’s
Ajax, Idomeneus, or if it’s brilliant Odysseus,
or even
you, son of Peleus, most terrifying of all men—
you could
perform the rites, and appease the archer for us.”
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