an in the world shall be my wife? And who
is more beautiful than my own Oenone? Dry now your tears; for when I
have won the prizes in the games I will come back to you, and never
leave you again.'

"Then the grief of Oenone waxed still greater. 'If you will go,' she
cried, 'then hear my warning! Long years shall pass ere you shall come
again to wooded Ida, and the hearts which now are young shall grow old
and feeble by reason of much sorrow. Cruel war and many dire disasters
shall overtake you, and death shall be nigh unto you; and then Oenone,
although long forgotten by you, will hasten to your side, to help and
to heal and to forgive, that so the old love may live again. Farewell!'

"Then Paris kissed his wife, and hastened, light of heart, to Troy.
How could it be otherwise but that, in the games which followed, the
handsome young shepherd should carry off all the prizes?

"'Who are you?' asked the king.

"'My name is Paris,' answered the shepherd, 'and I feed the flocks and
herds on wooded Ida.'

"Then Hector, full of wrath because of his own failure to win a prize,
came forward to dispute with Paris.

"'Stand there, Hector,' cried old Priam; 'stand close to the young
shepherd, and let us look at you!' Then turning to the queen, he
asked, 'Did you ever see two so nearly alike? The shepherd is fairer
and of slighter build, it is true; but they have the same eye, the same
frown, the same smile, the same motion of the shoulders, the same walk.
Ah, what if the young babe did not die after all?'

"Then Priam's daughter, Cassandra, who had the gift of prophecy, cried
out, 'Oh, blind of eye and heart, that you cannot see in this young
shepherd the child whom you sent to sleep the sleep of death on Ida's
wooded slopes!'

"And so it came about, that Paris was taken into his father's house,
and given the place of honor which was his by right. And he forgot
Oenone, his fair young wife, and left her to pine in loneliness among
the woods and in the narrow dells of sunny Ida."

HESIONE

RELATED BY MENELAUS[1]

With troubled brow and anxious heart, Menelaus sat in Nestor's halls,
and told the story of his wrongs. Behind him stood his brother,
Agamemnon, tall and strong, and with eye and forehead like mighty Zeus.
Before him, seated on a fair embroidered couch, was the aged Nestor,
listening with eager ears. Close by his feet two heroes sat: on this
side, Antilochus, the valiant son of Nestor; and on