the opening of the ninth book shows us the greeks utterly disheartened inside their intrenchments. the threat of the dishonoured achilles is fast being accomplished: they cannot stand before hector. agamemnon calls a hasty council, and proposes—in sad earnest, this time—that all should re-embark and sail home to greece. the proposal is received in silence by all except diomed. he boldly taunts the king with cowardice: the other greeks may go home if they will, but he and his good comrade sthenelus will stay and fight it out, even if they fight alone. then nestor takes the privilege of his age to remind agamemnon that his insult to achilles is the real cause of their present distress. let an embassy be sent to him where he lies beside his ships, in moody idleness, to offer him apology and compensation for the wrong. the king consents; and ajax, ulysses, and ph?nix are chosen to accompany the royal heralds on this mission of reconciliation. ajax—the chief who in all warlike points stands second only to achilles himself in the estimation of the army—is a delegate to whom even the great captain of the myrmidons must surely listen with respect. ph?nix has been a sort of foster-father to achilles{v.i-95} from his boyhood, intrusted with the care of him by his father peleus, and has now accompanied him to the war by the old man’s special request, to aid him with advice and counsel. if any one in the camp has any influence over the headstrong prince, it will be the man who, as he says, has dandled him in his arms in his helpless infancy. and no diplomatic enterprise could be complete without the addition of ulysses, the man of many devices and of persuasive tongue. the chiefs set forth, and take their way along the shore to the camp of the myrmidons. they find achilles sitting in his tent, solacing his perturbed spirit with playing on the lyre, to the music of which he sings the deeds of heroes done in the days of old—the exact prototype of those knightly troubadours of later times, who combined the accomplishments of the minstrel with the prowess of the soldier. his faithful henchman patroclus sits and listens to the song. with graceful and lofty courtesy the chief of the myrmidons rises from his seat, and lays his lyre aside, and welcomes his visitors. he will hear no message until they have shared his hospitality. he brings them in, and sets them down on couches spread with purple tapestry. then, with the grand patriarchal simplicity of the days of abraham, when no office done for a guest was held to be servile, he bids patroclus fill a larger bowl, and mix the wine strong, and make good preparation of the flesh of sheep, and goats, and well-fed swine. the great hero himself divides the carcases, while his charioteer automedon holds them. the joints are cooked above the heaped embers on ample spits under the superintendence of patroclus; and when all is ready, they fall to with that wholesome appetite which has{v.i-96} been the characteristic of most heroes in classical and medieval times, achilles carving for his guests, while patroclus deals out the bread. professor wilson’s remarks on the scene are characteristic:—

“in nothing was the constitution of the heroes more enviable than its native power—of eating at all times, and without a moment’s warning. never does a meal to any distinguished individual come amiss. their stomachs were as heroic as their hearts, their bowels magnanimous. it cannot have been forgotten by the reader, who hangs with a watering mouth over the description of this entertainment, that about two hours before these three heroes, ulysses, ajax, and old ph?nix, had made an almost enormous supper in the pavilion of agamemnon. but their walk

‘along the margin of the sounding deep’

had reawakened their slumbering appetite.”

in this respect, too, the heroes of the carlovingian and arthurian romances equal those of homer—probably, indeed, taking their colour from his originals. nay, a good capacity for food and drink seems in itself to have been considered an heroic quality. when sir gareth of orkney sits him down at table, coming as a stranger to king arthur’s court, his performance as a trencher-man excites as much admiration as his soldier-like thews and sinews. the company declare of him enthusiastically that “they never saw so goodly a man, nor so well of his eating.” and in the same spirit sir kay, arthur’s foster-brother, is said, in the welsh legend, to “have drunk like four, and fought like a hundred.” the animal virtues are closely linked together; we still prognosticate favourably of a hors{v.i-97}e’s powers of endurance if we see that he is, like sir gareth, a good feeder. and perhaps it is some lingering reminiscence of the old heroic ages that leads us still to mark our appreciation of modern heroes by bestowing on them a public dinner.

when the meal is over, ulysses rises, and in accordance with immemorial custom—as old, it appears, as these half-mythical ages—pledges the health of their illustrious host. in a speech which does full justice to the oratorical powers which the poet assigns him, he lays before achilles the proposal of agamemnon. he sets forth the straits to which the greeks are reduced, pent within their fortifications by the terrible hector, and acknowledges, in the fullest manner, that in the great name of achilles lies their only hope of rescue. he dwells upon the remorse which achilles himself will surely feel, when too late, if he suffers the hopes of greece to be ruined by the indulgence of his own haughty spirit—the temper against which, as he reminds him, his aged father warned him when first he set out for troy:—

“my son, the boon of strength, if so they will,

juno or pallas have the power to give;

but thou thyself thy haughty spirit must curb,

for better far is gentle courtesy.”

he lays before him the propositions of agamemnon. briseis shall be restored to him, in all honour, pure as when she left him; so the great point in the quarrel is fully conceded. moreover, the king will give him the choice of his three daughters in marriage, if it ever be their happy fate to see again the shores of argos, and will add such dowry

“as never man before to daughter gave.”

{v.i-98}

and he will send, for the present, peace-offerings of royal magnificence; ten talents of pure gold, seven fair lesbian slaves, “well skilled in household cares,” twelve horses of surpassing fleetness—the prizes they have already won would be in themselves a fortune—and seven prosperous towns on the sea-coast of argos. he adds, in well-conceived climax to his speech, an appeal to higher motives. if achilles will not relax his wrath against agamemnon, at least let him have some compassion on the unoffending greeks; let him bethink himself of the national honour—of his own great name; shall hector be allowed to boast, as he does now, that no greek dares meet him in the field?

but neither the eloquence of ulysses, nor the garrulous pleading of his old foster-father ph?nix, who indulges himself and his company with stories of achilles’ boyhood, and of the exploits of his own younger days, can bend the iron determination of the hero. he will have none of agamemnon’s gifts, and none of agamemnon’s daughters—no, not were the princess as fair as venus. greece has store of fair maidens for him to choose from if he will. nay, had either woman or wealth been his delight, he had scarce come to troy. he had counted the cost when he set out for the war:—

“successful forays may good store provide;

and tripods may be gained, and noble steeds:

but when the breath of man hath passed his lips,

nor strength, nor foray can the loss repair.

i by my goddess mother have been warned,

the silver-footed thetis, that o’er me

a double chance of destiny impends:

if here remaining, round the walls of troy

i wage the war, i ne’er shall see my home,

but then undying glory shall be mine:{v.i-99}

if i return, and see my native land,

my glory all is gone; but length of life

shall then be mine, and death be long deferred.” (d.)

besides, he adds with biting sarcasm, agamemnon can have no need now of his poor services. he has built a wall, he hears,—with ditch and palisade to boot: though he doubts whether, after all, it will keep out hector. to be sure, when he was in the field, no wall was needed.

nor is he a whit more moved by the few blunt and soldier-like remarks with which ajax closes the conference. they may as well return, says that chief to ulysses; words are lost upon one so obstinate as achilles, who will neither listen to reason, nor cares for the love of his old companions in arms. ajax has no patience, either, with the romantic side of the quarrel—

“and for a single girl! we offer seven.”

reproach and argument are alike in vain. the hero listens patiently and courteously; but nothing shall move him from his resolution, unless hector, the godlike, shall carry fire and sword even to the ships and tents of the myrmidons; a venture which, he thinks, the trojan prince, with all his hardihood, will pause before he makes.

with downcast hearts the envoys return to agamemnon; the aged ph?nix alone remaining behind, at achilles’ special request, to accompany him when he shall set sail for home. great consternation falls on the assembled chiefs when they learn the failure of their overtures; only diomed, chivalrous as ever, laments that they should have stooped to ask grace at such a churlish hand. let achilles go or stay as he will: for themselves—let every man refresh himself with{v.i-100} food and wine—“for therein do lie both strength and courage”—and then betake themselves to their no less needful rest: ready, so soon as “the rosy-fingered dawn” appears, to set the battle fearlessly in array, in front of their ships and tents, against this redoubtable hector.

but

“uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”

there is no rest for the king of men, who has the fate of a national armament on his soul. he looks forth upon the plain, where the thousand watchfires of the enemy are blazing out into the night, and hears the confused hum of their thick-lying battalions, and the sounds of the wild eastern music with which they are enlivening their revels, and celebrating their victory by anticipation. he rises from his troubled couch, determined to hold a night-council with nestor and other chiefs of mark. he is donning his armour, when he is visited by his brother menelaus—for he too has no rest, thinking of the dire straits into which in his sole cause the armies of greece are driven. the royal brothers go in different directions through the camp, and quietly rouse all the most illustrious captains. nestor is the guiding spirit in the council, as before. he advises a reconnoissance of the enemy’s lines under cover of the darkness. the office of a spy, be it remembered, was reckoned in these old times, as in the days of the hebrew commonwealth, a service of honour as well as of danger; and the kings and chiefs of the greeks no more thought it beneath their dignity than gideon did in the case of the midianites. the man who could discover for them the counsels of hector would win for himself not only a solid reward, but an immortal name{v.i-101}—

“high as heaven in all men’s mouths

should be his praise, and ample his reward;

for every captain of a ship should give

a coal-black ewe, and at her foot a lamb,

a prize beyond compare: and high should be

his place at banquets and at solemn feasts.”

diomed straightway volunteers for the adventure, and out of the many chiefs who offer themselves as his comrade, he chooses ulysses. so—not without due prayer to heaven—valour and subtlety go forth together on their perilous errand.

meanwhile the same idea has occurred to hector; he too would learn the counsels of his enemies. one dolon—a young warrior who has a fine taste for horses, but is otherwise of somewhat feminine type (homer tells us he was the only brother of five sisters), and whose main qualification is fleetness of foot—is tempted to undertake the enterprise on a somewhat singular condition—that he shall have as his prize the more than mortal horses of achilles, when, as he doubts not will be soon the case, the spoils of the conquered greeks shall come to be divided. and hector, with equal confidence, swears “by his sceptre” that they shall be his and none other’s. wrapped in a cloak of wolfskin, and wearing a cap of marten’s fur instead of a helmet, he too steals out into the night. he does not escape the keen vision of ulysses. the greek spies crouch behind some dead bodies, and allow him to pass them, when they rise and cut off his retreat to the trojan camp. at first he thinks they are trojans, sent after him by hector;

“but when they came a spear-cast off, or less,

he knew them for his foes, and slipt away

with lithe knees flying: and they behind him press.

as when with jaggèd teeth two dogs of prey{v.i-102}

hang steadily behind, to seize and slay,

down the green woods, a wild fawn or a hare,

that shrieking flies them; on his track so lay

odysseus and the son of tydeus there,

winding him out from troy, and never swerved a hair.” (w.)

their aim is to take him alive. diomed at last gets within an easy spear-cast—

“then, hurling, he so ruled his aim, the spear

whizzed by the neck, then sank into the ground.

he, trembling in his teeth, and white with fear,

stood: from his mouth there came a chattering sound.

they panting, as he wept, his arms enwound.

‘take me alive, and sell me home,’ cried he;

‘brass, iron, and fine gold are with me found.

glad will my father render countless fee,

if living by the ships they bear him news of me.’” (w.)

ulysses parleys with the unhappy youth, and drags from his terrified lips not only the secret of his errand, but the disposition of the trojan forces,—most convenient information for their own movements. especially, he tells them where they might find an easy prey, such as his own soul would love. rhesus, king of the thracian allies, has his camp apart—

“no steeds that e’er i saw,

for size and beauty, can with his compare;

whiter than snow, and swifter than the wind.”

the unwilling treachery does not save his wretched life. ulysses sarcastically admires his choice of a reward—

“high soared thy hopes indeed, that thought to win

the horses of achilles; hard are they

for mortal man to harness or control,

save for achilles’ self, the goddess-born.”

then—with the cruel indifference to human life which marks every one of homer’s heroes—he severs his head from his body.{v.i-103}

following the directions given by dolon, the two greeks make their way first to the quarters of the thracian contingent. swiftly and silently diomed despatches the king and twelve of his warriors, as they sleep, while ulysses drives off the snow-white horses. with these trophies they return safe to the greek camp, where they are cordially welcomed, though it must be admitted they have gained but little insight into the designs of hector.