Journeys Through Bookland Volume Iv Part 38

Now Dardan* swains before the king With clamorous demonstration bring, His hands fast bound, a youth unknown, Across their casual pathway thrown By cunning purpose of his own, If so his simulated speech For Greece the walls of Troy might breach, Nerved by strong courage to defy The worst, and gain his end or die.

The curious Trojans round him flock, With rival zeal a foe to mock.

Now listen while my tongue declares The tale you ask of Danaan snares, And gather from a single charge Their catalogue of crimes at large.

There as he stands, confused, unarmed, Like helpless innocence alarmed, His wistful eyes on all sides throws, And sees that all around are foes, "What land," he cries, "what sea is left, To hold a wretch of country reft, Driven out from Greece while savage Troy Demands my blood with clamorous joy?"

That anguish put our rage to flight, And stayed each hand in act to smite: We bid him name and race declare, And say why Troy her prize should spare.

Then by degrees he laid aside His fear, and presently replied:

*[Footnote: The Trojans were called _Dardans_, from Darda.n.u.s, the founder of Troy.]

"Truth, gracious king, is all I speak, And first I own my nation Greek: No; Sinon may be Fortune's slave; She shall not make him liar or knave, If haply to your ears e'er came Belidan Palamedes'* name, Borne by the tearful voice of Fame, Whom erst, by false impeachment sped, Maligned because for peace he pled, Greece gave to death, now mourns him dead,-- His kinsman I, while yet a boy, Sent by a needy sire to Troy.

While he yet stood in kingly state, 'Mid brother kings in council great, I too had power: but when he died, By false Ulysses' spite belied (The tale is known), from that proud height I sank to wretchedness and night, And brooded in my dolorous gloom On that my guiltless kinsman's doom.

Not all in silence; no, I swore, Should Fortune bring me home once more, My vengeance should redress his fate, And speech engendered cankerous hate.

Thence dates my fall: Ulysses thence Still scared me with some fresh pretence, With chance-dropt words the people fired, Sought means of hurt, intrigued, conspired.

Nor did the glow of hatred cool, Till, wielding Calchas* as his tool-- But why a tedious tale repeat, To stay you from your morsel sweet?

If all are equal, Greek and Greek, Enough: your tardy vengeance wreak.

My death will Ithacus* delights, And Atreus'* sons the boon requite."

*[Footnote: It was Palamedes who induced Ulysses to join in the expedition against Troy. Preferring to remain at home with his wife Penelope and his infant son Telemachus, Ulysses pretended madness, and Palamedes, when he came to beg for his aid, found him plowing up the seash.o.r.e and sowing it with salt. Palamedes was quite certain that the madness was feigned, and to test it, set Telemachus in front of the plow. By turning aside his plow, Ulysses showed that he was really sane. Later Palamedes lost favor with Grecian leaders because he urged them to give up the struggle and return home.]

*[Footnote: Calchas was the most famous of the Grecian sooth-sayers or prophets. They never began any important operations until Calchas had first been consulted and had told them what the G.o.ds willed.]

*[Footnote: _Ithacus_ is a name given to Ulysses, who was from Ithaca.]

*[Footnote: The sons of Atreus were Agamemnon, leader of the Grecians, and Menelaus, King of Sparta, the theft of whose wife, Helen, was cause of the Trojan War.]

We press, we yearn the truth to know, Nor dream how doubly base our foe: He, faltering still and overawed, Takes up the unfinished web of fraud.

"Oft had we planned to leave your sh.o.r.e, Nor tempt the weary conflict more.

O, had we done it! sea and sky Scared us as oft, in act to fly: But chiefly when completed stood This horse, compact of maple wood, Fierce thunders, pealing in our ears, Proclaimed the turmoil of the spheres.

Perplexed, Eurypylus we send To question what the fates portend, And he from Phoebus'* awful shrine Brings back the words of doom divine: 'With blood ye pacified the gales, E'en with a virgin slain,*

When first ye Danaans spread your sails, The sh.o.r.es of Troy to gain: With blood ye your return must buy: A Greek must at the altar die.'

That sentence reached the public ear, And bred the dull amaze of fear: Through every heart a shudder ran, 'Apollo's victim--who the man?'

Ulysses, turbulent and loud, Drags Calchas forth before the crowd.

And questions what the immortals mean, Which way these dubious beckonings lean: E'en then were some discerned my foe, And silent watch the coming blow.

Ten days the seer, with bated breath, Restrained the utterance big with death: O'erborne at last, the word agreed He speaks, and destines me to bleed.

All gave a sigh, as men set free, And hailed the doom, content to see The bolt that threatened each alike One solitary victim strike.

The death-day came: the priests prepare Salt cakes, and fillets for my hair; I fled, I own it, from the knife, I broke my bands and ran for life, And in a marish lay that night, While they should sail, if sail they might.

No longer have I hope, ah me!

My ancient fatherland to see, Or look on those my eyes desire, My darling sons, my gray-haired sire: Perhaps my butchers may requite On their dear heads my traitorous flight, And make their wretched lives atone For this, the single crime I own.

O, by the G.o.ds, who all things view, And know the false man from the true, By sacred Faith, if Faith remain With mortal men preserved from stain, Show grace to innocence forlorn, Show grace to woes unduly borne!"

*[Footnote: Phoebus Apollo, G.o.d of the sun and of prophecy.]

*[Footnote: When the Greeks set out for Troy, their s.h.i.+ps were becalmed at Aulis, in Boeotia. Calchas consulted the signs and declared that the delay was caused by the huntress-G.o.ddess Diana, who was angry at Agamemnon for killing one of her sacred stags.

Only by the death of Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, could the wrathful G.o.ddess be placated. The maiden was sent for, but on her arrival at Aulis she was slain by the priest at Diana's altar.

According to another version of the story, Iphigenia was not put to death, but was conveyed by Diana to Tauris, where she served as priestess in Diana's temple.]

Moved by his tears, we let him live, And pity crowns the boon we give: King Priam bids unloose his cords, And soothes the wretch with kindly words.

"Whoe'er you are, henceforth resign All thought of Greece: be Troy's and mine: Now tell me truth, for what intent This fabric of the horse was meant; An offering to your heavenly liege?

An engine for a.s.sault or siege?"

Then, schooled in all Pelasgian* s.h.i.+fts, His unbound hands to heaven he lifts: "Ye slumberless, inviolate fires, And the dread awe your name inspires!

Ye murderous altars, which I fled!

Ye fillets that adorned my head!

Bear witness, and behold me free To break my Grecian fealty; To hate the Greeks, and bring to light The counsels they would hide in night, Unchecked by all that once could bind, All claims of country or of kind.

Thou, Troy, remember ne'er to swerve, Preserved thyself, thy faith preserve, If true the story I relate, If these, my prompt returns, be great.

*[Footnote: _Pelasgian_ means _Grecian_. The name is derived from that of Pelasgus, an early Greek hero. By their neighbors the Greeks were regarded as a deceitful, double-dealing nation.]

"The warlike hopes of Greece were stayed, E'en from the first, on Pallas' aid: But since Tydides,* impious man, And foul Ulysses, born to plan, Dragged with red hands, the sentry slain, Her fateful image* from your fane, Her chaste locks touched, and stained with gore The virgin coronal she wore, Thenceforth the tide of fortune changed, And Greece grew weak, her queen* estranged Nor dubious were the sig'ns of ill That showed the G.o.ddess' altered will.

The image scarce in camp was set, Out burst big drops of saltest sweat O'er all her limbs: her eyes upraised With minatory lightnings blazed; And thrice untouched from earth she sprang With quivering spear and buckler's clang.

'Back o'er the ocean!' Calchas cries: 'We shall not make Troy's town our prize, Unless at Argos' sacred seat Our former omens we repeat, And bring once more the grace we brought When first these sh.o.r.es our navy sought.'

So now for Greece they cross the wave, Fresh blessings on their arms to crave, Thence to return, so Calchas rules, Unlocked for, ere your wonder cools.

Premonished first, this frame they planned In your Palladium's stead to stand, An image for an image given To pacify offended Heaven.

But Calchas bade them rear it high With timbers mounting to the sky, That none might drag within the gate This new Palladium of your state.

For, said he, if your hands profaned The gift for Pallas' self ordained, Dire havoc--grant, ye powers, that first That fate be his!--on Troy should burst: But if, in glad procession haled By those your hands, your walls it scaled, Then Asia should our homes invade, And unborn captives mourn the raid."

*[Footnote: Tydides was Diomedes, son of Tydeus. The termination _-ides_ means _son of_; thus _Pelides_ is Achilles, son of Peleus.]

*[Footnote: There was in a temple of Troy an image of Minerva, or Pallas, called the _palladium_, which was supposed to have fallen from the sky. The Greeks learned of a prophecy which declared that Troy could never be taken while the palladium remained within its walls, and Ulysses and Diomedes were entrusted with the task of stealing it. In disguise they entered the city one night, procured the sacred image and bore it off to the Grecian camp.]

*[Footnote: Minerva, supposedly angered at the desecration of her statue.]

Such tale of pity, aptly feigned, Our credence for the perjurer gained, And tears, wrung out from fraudful eyes, Made us, e'en us, a villain's prize, 'Gainst whom not valiant Diomede, Nor Peleus' Larissaean* seed, Nor ten years' fighting could prevail, Nor navies of a thousand sail.

*[Footnote: Achilles. Larissa was a town in Thessaly, of which Peleus, the father of Achilles, was king.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: LAOc.o.o.n _Statuary Group in The Vatican, Rome_]

But ghastlier portents lay behind, Our unprophetic souls to bind.

Laoc.o.o.n, named as Neptune's priest, Was offering up the victim beast, When lo! from Tenedos--I quail, E'en now, at telling of the tale-- Two monstrous serpents stem the tide, And sh.o.r.eward through the stillness glide.

Amid the waves they rear their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, And toss on high their sanguine crests: The hind part coils along the deep, And undulates with sinuous sweep.

The lashed spray echoes: now they reach The inland belted by the beach, And rolling bloodshot eyes of fire, Dart their forked tongues, and hiss for ire.

We fly distraught: unswerving they Toward Laoc.o.o.n hold their way; First round his two young sons they wreathe, And grind their limbs with savage teeth: Then, as with arms he comes to aid, The wretched father they invade And twine in giant folds: twice round His stalwart waist their spires are wound, Twice round his neck, while over all Their heads and crests tower high and tall.

He strains his strength their knots to tear,*

While gore and slime his fillets smear, And to the unregardful skies Sends up his agonizing cries: A wounded bull such moaning makes, When from his neck the axe he shakes, Ill-aimed, and from the altar breaks.

The twin destroyers take their flight To Pallas' temple on the height; There by the G.o.ddess' feet concealed They lie, and nestle 'neath her s.h.i.+eld.

At once through Ilium's hapless sons A shock of feverous horror runs: All in Laoc.o.o.n's death-pangs read The just requital of his deed, Who dared to harm with impious stroke Those ribs of consecrated oak.

"The image to its fane!" they cry: "So soothe the offended deity."

Each in the labour claims his share: The walls are breached, the town laid bare: Wheels 'neath its feet are fixed to glide, And round its neck stout ropes are tied: So climbs our wall that shape of doom, With battle quickening in its womb, While youths and maidens sing glad songs, And joy to touch the harness-thongs.

It comes, and, glancing terror down, Sweeps through the bosom of the town.

O Ilium, city of my love!

O warlike home of powers above!

Four times 'twas on the threshold stayed: Four times the armour clashed and brayed.

Yet on we press with pa.s.sion blind, All forethought blotted from our mind, Till the dread monster we install Within the temple's tower-built wall.

E'en then Ca.s.sandra's* prescient voice Forewarned us of our fatal choice-- That prescient voice, which Heaven decreed No son of Troy should hear and heed.

We, careless souls, the city through, With festal boughs the fanes bestrew, And in such revelry employ The last, last day should s.h.i.+ne on Troy.

*[Footnote: The death of Laoc.o.o.n and his sons has always been a favorite subject in art and in poetry. (See ill.u.s.tration.)]

*[Footnote: Ca.s.sandra was a daughter of Priam, king of Troy. She had been loved by Apollo, who bestowed on her the gift of prophecy; but she had angered him by failing to return his love, and he, unable to take back the gift, decreed that her prophecies should never be believed. All through the siege she had uttered her predictions and always they proved true; but no one ever paid heed to her warnings.]

Meantime Heaven s.h.i.+fts from light to gloom, And night ascends from Ocean's womb, Involving in her shadow broad Earth, sky, and Myrmidonian* fraud: And through the city, stretched at will, Sleep the tired Trojans, and are still.

*[Footnote: Here Myrmidonian means simply Grecian.]

And now from Tenedos set free The Greeks are sailing on the sea, Bound for the sh.o.r.e where erst they lay, Beneath the still moon's friendly ray: When in a moment leaps to sight On the king's s.h.i.+p the signal light, And Sinon, screened by partial fate, Unlocks the pine-wood prison's gate.

The horse its charge to air restores, And forth the armed invasion pours.