He spake; the princes all approved his words. Meanwhile, beside the lofty citadel Of Ilium and at Priam’s palace-gates In turbulence and fear the Trojans held A council, and the wise Antenor spake:⁠—

“Hearken, ye Trojans, Dardans, and allies, To what my sober judgment bids me speak. Send we the Argive Helen back with all Her treasures; let the sons of Atreus lead The dame away; for now we wage the war After our faith is broken, and I deem We cannot prosper till we make amends.”

He spake, and sat him down. The noble chief Paris, the fair-haired Helen’s husband, rose To answer him, and spake this wingèd speech:⁠—