[Trojan War] "'I am glad you fare so well,' Priam answered. 'But what of the others? I must tell you, it is our greatest hope that things go so badly for them, they will go away some dark night and not come back." A flash of concern creased Teucer's brow. 'It would not surprise me
either. Agamemnon, our chief, has cut himself off from his advisors. He sulks like a chastened child because he was forced to return a beautiful
young priestess he had captured. Her mother, an eminent priestess- seer threatened dire consequences. When the sickness raged again, Agamemnon
finally agreed to send her home, but then insisted on taking for himself Achilles' favorite concubine, a girl captured in the raid on Larnesssus.
This so angered Achilles he has refused to fight or even talk to Agamemnon. He stays in his hut, feeling terrible hurt and nursing a wrath out of all proportion of the situation. Or so it seems to me.'"
[Tyndareus] "He took my hands, and we looked into each others eyes. We were of a
height, as he had shrunk these last years. ' I wish your mother could see you. You
have her strength and her grace, Helen', he said to me in a quiet voice. 'Leda's
grace -your own beauty. I've fallen victim to it - as has everyone around you.' He
squeezed my hand with his strong one. 'You have her courage too. It is hard for
you without the child. I know'. He turned to leave me, and then remembered
something. 'Don't worry about all my loyal retainers who tell me things. You have
them too. They are all around you. It is but for you to recognize those whose
judgment you can count on - and to use them'."
