en have
I heard thee in my father's hall boast how, long ago, thou didst help him
when the other gods would have bound him, fetching Briareus of the hundred
hands, who sat by him in his strength, so that the Gods feared to touch
him. Go now, and call these things to his mind, and pray him that he help
the sons of Troy, and give them victory in the battle, so that the Greeks,
as they flee before them, may have joy of this king of theirs, who has
done such wrong to the bravest of his host."

And his mother answered him, "Surely thine is an evil lot, my son. This
life is short, and it should of right be without tears and full of joy;
but now it seems to me to be both short and sad. But I will go as thou
sayest to Olympus, to the palace of Zeus; but not now, for he has gone,
and the other Gods with him, to a twelve days' feast with the pious
Ethiopians. But when he cometh back I will entreat and persuade him. And
do thou sit still, nor go forth to battle."

Meanwhile Ulysses drew near to Chryse with the holy offerings. And when
they were come within the haven, they furled the sail, and laid it in the
ship, and lowered the mast, and rowed the ship to her moorings. They cast
out the anchor stones, and made fast the cables from the stern. After that
they landed, taking with them the offerings and the maid Chryseis. To the
altar they brought the maid, and gave her into the arms of her father, and
the wise Ulysses said, "See now; Agamemnon, King of men, sends back thy
daughter, and with her a hundred beasts for sacrifice, that we may appease
the god who hath smitten the Greeks in his wrath."

Then the priest received his daughter right gladly, and when they had
ranged the beasts about the altar, and poured out the water of
purification, and taken up handfuls of bruised barley, then the priest
prayed, "Hear me, God of the silver bow! If before thou didst hearken to
my prayer, and grievously afflict the Greeks, so hear me now, and stay
this plague which is come upon them."

So prayed he, and the god gave ear.

Then they cast the barley on the heads of the cattle, and slew them, and
flayed them, and they cut out the thigh-bones and wrapped them up in folds
of fat, and laid raw morsels on them. These the priest burned on fagots,
pouring on sparkling wine; and the young men stood by, having the
five-pronged forks in their hands. And when the thighs were consumed, then
they cut up the rest, and broiled the pieces carefully on spit