tales of troy-第20章

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table。　　So　he　was　bathed；　and　his　hair　was　cut　and　combed　and
anointed　with　oil；　and　soon　he　was　eager　and　ready　to　fight；　and　to
use　his　great　bow　and　poisoned　arrows　on　the　Trojans。　　The　use　of
poisoned　arrow…tips　was　thought　unfair；　but　Philoctetes　had　no
scruples。

Now　in　the　next　battle　Paris　was　shooting　down　the　Greeks　with　his
arrows；　when　Philoctetes　saw　him；　and　cried：　　〃Dog；　you　are　proud
of　your　archery　and　of　the　arrow　that　slew　the　great　Achilles。
But；　behold；　I　am　a　better　bowman　than　you；　by　far；　and　the　bow　in
my　hands　was　borne　by　the　strong　man　Heracles！〃　　So　he　cried　and
drew　the　bowstring　to　his　breast　and　the　poisoned　arrowhead　to　the
bow；　and　the　bowstring　rang；　and　the　arrow　flew；　and　did　but　graze
the　hand　of　Paris。　　Then　the　bitter　pain　of　the　poison　came　upon
him；　and　the　Trojans　carried　him　into　their　city；　where　the
physicians　tended　him　all　night。　　But　he　never　slept；　and　lay
tossing　in　agony　till　dawn；　when　he　said：　　〃There　is　but　one　hope。
Take　me　to　OEnone；　the　nymph　of　Mount　Ida！〃

〃Then　his　friends　laid　Paris　on　a　litter；　and　bore　him　up　the　steep
path　to　Mount　Ida。　　Often　had　he　climbed　it　swiftly；　when　he　was
young；　and　went　to　see　the　nymph　who　loved　him；　but　for　many　a　day
he　had　not　trod　the　path　where　he　was　now　carried　in　great　pain　and
fear；　for　the　poison　turned　his　blood　to　fire。　　Little　hope　he　had；
for　he　knew　how　cruelly　he　had　deserted　OEnone；　and　he　saw　that　all
the　birds　which　were　disturbed　in　the　wood　flew　away　to　the　left
hand；　an　omen　of　evil。

At　last　the　bearers　reached　the　cave　where　the　nymph　OEnone　lived；
and　they　smelled　the　sweet　fragrance　of　the　cedar　fire　that　burned
on　the　floor　of　the　cave；　and　they　heard　the　nymph　singing　a
melancholy　song。　　Then　Paris　called　to　her　in　the　voice　which　she
had　once　loved　to　hear；　and　she　grew　very　pale；　and　rose　up；　saying
to　herself；　〃The　day　has　come　for　which　I　have　prayed。　　He　is　sore
hurt；　and　has　come　to　bid　me　heal　his　wound。〃　　So　she　came　and
stood　in　the　doorway　of　the　dark　cave；　white　against　the　darkness；
and　the　bearers　laid　Paris　on　the　litter　at　the　feet　of　OEnone；　and
he　stretched　forth　his　hands　to　touch　her　knees；　as　was　the　manner
of　suppliants。　　But　she　drew　back　and　gathered　her　robe　about　her；
that　he　might　not　touch　it　with　his　hands。

Then　he　said：　　〃Lady；　despise　me　not；　and　hate　me　not；　for　my　pain
is　more　than　I　can　bear。　　Truly　it　was　by　no　will　of　mine　that　I
left　you　lonely　here；　for　the　Fates　that　no　man　may　escape　led　me
to　Helen。　　Would　that　I　had　died　in　your　arms　before　I　saw　her
face！　　But　now　I　beseech　you　in　the　name　of　the　Gods；　and　for　the
memory　of　our　love；　that　you　will　have　pity　on　me　and　heal　my　hurt；
and　not　refuse　your　grace　and　let　me　die　here　at　your　feet。〃

Then　OEnone　answered　scornfully：　　〃Why　have　you　come　here　to　me？
Surely　for　years　you　have　not　come　this　way；　where　the　path　was
once　worn　with　your　feet。　　But　long　ago　you　left　me　lonely　and
lamenting；　for　the　love　of　Helen　of　the　fair　hands。　　Surely　she　is
much　more　beautiful　than　the　love　of　your　youth；　and　far　more　able
to　help　you；　for　men　say　that　she　can　never　know　old　age　and　death。
Go　home　to　Helen　and　let　her　take　away　your　pain。〃

Thus　OEnone　spoke；　and　went　within　the　cave；　where　she　threw
herself　down　among　the　ashes　of　the　hearth　and　sobbed　for　anger　and
sorrow。　　In　a　little　while　she　rose　and　went　to　the　door　of　the
cave；　thinking　that　Paris　had　not　been　borne　away　back　to　Troy；　but
she　found　him　not；　for　his　bearers　had　carried　him　by　another　path；
till　he　died　beneath　the　boughs　of　the　oak　trees。　　Then　his　bearers
carried　him　swiftly　down　to　Troy；　where　his　mother　bewailed　him；
and　Helen　sang　over　him　as　she　had　sung　over　Hector；　remembering
many　things；　and　fearing　to　think　of　what　her　own　end　might　be。
But　the　Trojans　hastily　built　a　great　pile　of　dry　wood；　and　thereon
laid　the　body　of　Paris　and　set　fire　to　it；　and　the　flame　went　up
through　the　darkness；　for　now　night　had　fallen。

But　OEnone　was　roaming　in　the　dark　woods；　crying　and　calling　after
Paris；　like　a　lioness　whose　cubs　the　hunters　have　carried　away。
The　moon　rose　to　give　her　light；　and　the　flame　of　the　funeral　fire
shone　against　the　sky；　and　then　OEnone　knew　that　Paris　had　died
beautiful　Parisand　that　the　Trojans　were　burning　his　body　on　the
plain　at　the　foot　of　Mount　Ida。　　Then　she　cried　that　now　Paris　was
all　her　own；　and　that　Helen　had　no　more　hold　on　him：　　〃And　though
when　he　was　living　he　left　me；　in　death　we　shall　not　be　divided；〃
she　said；　and　she　sped　down　the　hill；　and　through　the　thickets
where　the　wood　nymphs　were　wailing　for　Paris；　and　she　reached　the
plain；　and；　covering　her　head　with　her　veil　like　a　bride；　she
rushed　through　the　throng　of　Trojans。　　She　leaped　upon　the　burning
pile　of　wood；　she　clasped　the　body　of　Paris　in　her　arms；　and　the
flame　of　fire　consumed　the　bridegroom　and　the　bride；　and　their
ashes　mingled。　　No　man　could　divide　them　any　more；　and　the　ashes
were　placed　in　a　golden　cup；　within　a　chamber　of　stone；　and　the
earth　was　mounded　above　them。　　On　that　grave　the　wood　nymphs
planted　two　rose　trees；　and　their　branches　met　and　plaited
together。

This　was　the　end　of　Paris　and　OEnone。



HOW　ULYSSES　INVENTED　THE　DEVICE　OF　THE　HORSE　OF　TREE



After　Paris　died；　Helen　was　not　given　back　to　Menelaus。　　We　are
often　told　that　only　fear　of　the　anger　of　Paris　had　prevented　the
Trojans　from　surrendering　Helen　and　making　peace。　　Now　Paris　could
not　terrify　them；　yet　for　all　that　the　men　of　the　town　would　not
part　with　Helen；　whether　because　she　was　so　beautiful；　or　because
they　thought　it　dishonourable　to　yield　her　to　the　Greeks；　who　might
put　her　to　a　cruel　death。　　So　Helen　was　taken　by　Deiphobus；　the
brother　of　Paris；　to　live　in　his　own　house；　and　Deiphobus　was　at
this　time　the　best　warrior　and　the　chief　captain　of　the　men　of
Troy。

Meanwhile；　the　Greeks　made　an　assault　against　the　Trojan　walls　and
fought　long　and　hardily；　but；　being　safe　behind　the　battlements；
and　shooting　through　loopholes；　the　Trojans　drove　them　back　with
loss　of　many　of　their　men。　　It　was　in　vain　that　Philoctetes　shot
his　poisoned　arrows；　they　fell　back　from　the　stone　walls；　or　stuck
in　the　palisades　of　wood　above　the　walls；　and　the　Greeks　who　tried
to　climb　over　were　speared；　or　crushed　with　heavy　stones。　　When
night　fell；　they　retreated　to　the　ships　and　held　a　council；　and；　as
usual；　they　asked　the　advice　of　the　prophet　Calchas。　　It　was　the
business　of　Calchas　to　go　about　looking　at　birds；　and　taking　omens
from　what　he　saw　them　doing；　a　way　of　prophesying　which　the　Romans
also　used；　and　some　savages　do　the　same　to　this　day。　　Calchas　said
that　yesterday　he　had　seen　a　hawk　pursuing　a　dove；　which　hid
herself　in　a　hole　in　a　rocky　cliff。　　For　a　long　while　the　hawk
tried　to　find　the　hole；　and　follow　the　dove　into　it；　but　he　could
not　reach　her。　　So　he　flew　away　for　a　short　distance　and　hid
himself；　then　the　dove　fluttered　out　into　the　sunlight；　and　the
hawk　swooped　on　her　and　killed　her。

The　Greeks；　said　Calchas；　ought　to　learn　a　lesson　from　the　hawk；
and　take　Troy　by　cunning；　as　by　force　they　could　do　nothing。　　Then
Ulysses　stood　up　and　described　a　trick　which　it　is　not　easy　to
understand。　　The　Greeks；　he　said；　ought　to　make　an　enormous　hollow
horse　of　wood；　and　place　the　bravest　men　in　the　horse。　　Then　all
the　rest　of　the　Greeks　should　embark　in　their　ships　and　sail　to　the
Isle　of　Tenedos；　and　lie　hidden　behind　the　island。　　The　Trojans
would　then　come　out　of　the　city；　like　the　dove　out　of　her　hole　in
the　rock；　and　would　wander　about　the　Greek　camp；　and　wonder　why　the
great　horse　of　tree　had　been　made；　and　why　it　had　been　left　behind。
Lest　they　should　set　fire　to　the　horse；　when　they　would　soon　have
found　out　the　warriors　hidden　in　it；　a　cunning　Greek；　whom　the
Trojans　did　not　know　by　sight；　should　be　left　in　the　camp　or　near
it。　　He　would　tell　the　Trojans　that　the　Greeks　had　given　up　all
hope　and　gone　home；　and　he　was　to　say　that　they　feared　the　Goddess
Pallas　was　angry　with　them；　because　they　had　stolen　her　image　that
fell　from　heaven；　and　was　called　the　Luck　of　Troy。　　To　soothe
Pallas　and　prevent　her　from　sending　great　storms