So saying, she departed, leaving him In anger for the shapely damsel’s sake, Whom forcibly they took away. Meantime Ulysses, with the sacred hecatomb, Arrived at Chrysa. Entering the deep port, They folded up the sails and laid them down In the black ship, and lowering the mast, With all its shrouds, they brought it to its place, Then to the shore they urged the barque with oars, And cast the anchors and secured the prow With fastenings. Next, they disembarked and stood Upon the beach and placed the hecatomb In sight of Phoebus, the great archer. Last, Chryseis left the deck, and, leading her Up to the altar, wise Ulysses gave The maid to her dear father, speaking thus:⁠—

“O Chryses! Agamemnon, king of men, Sends me in haste to bring this maid to thee And offer up this hallowed hecatomb To Phoebus, for the Greeks: that so the god, Whose wrath afflicts us sore, may be appeased.