Rage! (Iliad I)
Table of Contents
Recap and Status 1. "Epic Hotness Countdown" 2. "To the Victor Go the Spoils" 3. "The Concubine and the Prince" 4. "Don't Smite the Messenger" 5. "Patron of the Mice" 6. "In the Beard of Agamemnon" 7. "The Routine" 8. "Men Are Such Fools" 9. "Achaeans, Assemble!" 10. "Agamemnon Himself" 11. "Something Happened" 12. "Alternate Plans" 13. "Errand-Girl" 14. "Speaking with Authority" 15. "That Time I Spoke and Everyone Ignored Me" 16. "To Olympus by Chariot" 17. "Nostos" 18. "The View from a Distance" 19. "The Water Bearers" 20. “Here Today, Here Tomorrow” 21. ”Strategic Thinking” 22. "Embers of the Mind" 23. “How the Evergreen Lost Its Leaves” 24. “Tears of Strength and Resilience” 25. “The Strong Man and the King” 26. “The Aether Speaks” 27. “Something Holy and Immortal” Weekly Chapters Every Sunday9. "Achaeans, Assemble!"
Centering Swift-Footed Achilles,
Warrior Prince of Phthia:
Death surrounds me.
Death stings my eyes.
Death chokes my throat
with soot particles that were,
days ago,
living men,
my comrades in arms.
These warriors came to Troy
for battlefield glory,
and deaths with honor and meaning.
But cruel Thanatos found them,
puking,
shivering,
too weak to battle a flea.
Until someone stops this plague,
death will come to others still.
Unless someone breaks this fever,
death will come to--
Patroclus jumps in front of me,
hand on my chest.
"You have been avoiding me,"
he says.
"I can't talk now,"
I tell him.
"There's a leadership assembly."
He studies my face.
"I've heard nothing about a meeting."
"There will be a call to assemble,"
I insist,
and break away from his grasp,
and break away from his protests,
and break into a run.
At the place of assembly,
I ring the bell
and make myself a truth-teller.
The leadership assembles:
Odysseus,
a tricky one to oppose,
but stalwart as an ally,
Big Ajax,
a proud son of my Uncle Telemon,
Idomeneus,
Cretan leader of a hundred cities,
Diomedes,
trailed by his crude kinsman,
Thersites,
who seems to have no better place to be,
Calchas,
the seer,
who avoids my gaze,
and as I watch him,
I am barely aware of the others that arrive.
Calchas takes his seat,
nervous,
uncertain,
marshaling his army of facts
against a wall
of uncertain reception.
All assembled but one,
we wait
until Agamemnon,
leader of the leaders,
finally arrives,
grumbling that other men who think to rouse him
are like stars that think to move the sun.
"Achilles summoned us to council,"
Odysseus tells him,
pointing a grin in my direction,
and Agamemnon growls,
"Deliver then,
Son of Peleus,
words as swift as your speedy feet,
and let us be done."
"It's not my own words I deliver,
but a message from the gods,"
I say.
"In a dream,
white-armed Hera came to me.
She favors our expedition,
and is pained to see
so much untimely death,
so much loss from our ranks,
so much enduring glory
wasted
on a battle against camp fever.
'When men in their prime,
are cut down by disease
the valor intended for them
is poured out,
like a fine vintage poured into the sea
to the detriment of all Achaeans.'
"This is what Hera said to me,
and so
I fear the loss of more dear companions
to this plague,
and that the survivors will be driven home
with our purpose unfulfilled
bringing shame and failure as our prizes."
Agamemnon smolders.
"Messages from the gods
should concern you less
than messages from your commander."
I pound my fist.
"Unless we placate the god of pestilence,
you will command nothing
but a graveyard!
Why does Phoebus Apollo shoot deadly shafts into our camp?
Has one of us broken a vow?
Have we missed a sacrifice?
We need some prophet who can tell us,
some priest to read the signs,
some dream interpreter,
or a seer who claims Apollo's favor."
Faces turn toward Calchas.
He stands.
He swallows.
He speaks in a trembling voice.
"When angered,
the gods crush mortals into dust.
This, we see around our camp.
But mortals too,
made from a pattern of the gods,
will likewise harm their fellows.
There is grave danger in angering a powerful king.
My words,
plainly spoken,
truthfully spoken,
will endanger my life
as surely as a thunderbolt from Olympus.
If I am to speak,
I will require a pledge of protection.
Who among you is willing to keep me safe,
even from the ire of a powerful king?"
Odysseus,
for all his cunning,
looks away.
Big Ajax,
for all his bravery,
looks away.
Idommeneus,
for all his power,
looks away.
Agamemnon glowers.
And Calchas
looks at me.
There was a clear warning in his words.
No man can shield another
when gods are driven to wrath,
but
a warrior often stands before a comrade
to withstand the attacks of men
from their spears,
from their swords,
from their arrows,
to bear the brunt of an opposing force
so that the other,
shielded,
might launch an attack.
I do this on the Troad Plain without hesitation.
Why should this battlefield be any different?
And so,
I stand in the assembly,
and step between two adversaries.
"Have courage, Calchas.
Speak your truth.
And know,
by Apollo to whom you pray,
that none shall lay a hand on you beside the hollow ships.
None of our fellow Achaeans
shall retaliate against you for your words,
not while I live above the earth,
not even if you name Agamemnon himself,
who is the best of us all."
Author Commentary:
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* Tales of Nostos
* The Odyssey
* The Telegony
* The Aeneid
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