Encouraged thus, the blameless seer went on:⁠— “ ’Tis not neglected vows or hecatombs That move him, but the insult shown his priest, Whom Agamemnon spurned, when he refused To set his daughter free, and to receive Her ransom. Therefore sends the archer-god These woes, and still will send them on the Greeks, Nor ever will withdraw his heavy hand From our destruction, till the dark-eyed maid Freely, and without ransom, be restored To her beloved father, and with her A sacred hecatomb to Chrysa sent. So may we haply pacify the god.”

Thus having said, the augur took his seat. And then the hero-son of Atreus rose, Wide-ruling Agamemnon, greatly chafed. His gloomy heart was full of wrath, his eyes Sparkled like fire; he fixed a menacing look Full on the augur Calchas, and began:⁠—