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Went also, and the twelfth day brings them home. 
Then will I to his brazen-floor’d abode,
That I may clasp his knees, and much misdeem
Of my endeavor, or my prayer shall speed. 
So saying, she went; but him she left enraged 530
For fair Briseis’ sake, forced from his arms
By stress of power.  Meantime Ulysses came
To Chrysa with the Hecatomb in charge. 
Arrived within the haven[30] deep, their sails
Furling, they stowed them in the bark below. 535
Then by its tackle lowering swift the mast
Into its crutch, they briskly push’d to land,
Heaved anchors out, and moor’d the vessel fast. 
Forth came the mariners, and trod the beach;
Forth came the victims of Apollo next, 540
And, last, Chryseis.  Her Ulysses led
Toward the altar, gave her to the arms
Of her own father, and him thus address’d. 
O Chryses!  Agamemnon, King of men,
Hath sent thy daughter home, with whom we bring 545
A Hecatomb on all our host’s behalf
To Phoebus, hoping to appease the God
By whose dread shafts the Argives now expire. 
So saying, he gave her to him, who with joy
Received his daughter.  Then, before the shrine 550
Magnificent in order due they ranged
The noble Hecatomb.[31] Each laved his hands
And took the salted meal, and Chryses made
His fervent prayer with hands upraised on high. 
God of the silver bow, who with thy power 555
Encirclest Chrysa, and who reign’st supreme
In Tenedos, and Cilla the divine! 
Thou prov’dst propitious to my first request,
Hast honor’d me, and punish’d sore the Greeks;
Hear yet thy servant’s prayer; take from their host 560
At once the loathsome pestilence away! 
So Chryses prayed, whom Phoebus heard well-pleased;
Then prayed the Grecians also, and with meal
Sprinkling the victims, their retracted necks
First pierced, then flay’d them; the disjointed thighs 565
They, next, invested with the double caul,
Which with crude slices thin they overspread. 
The priest burned incense, and libation poured
Large on the hissing brands, while, him beside,
Busy with spit and prong, stood many a youth 570
Trained to the task.  The thighs with fire consumed,
They gave to each his portion of the maw,
Then slashed the remnant, pierced it with the spits,
And managing with culinary skill
The roast, withdrew it from the spits again. 575
Their whole task thus accomplish’d, and the board
Set forth, they feasted, and were all sufficed. 
When neither hunger more nor thirst remained
Unsatisfied, boys crown’d the beakers high
With wine delicious, and from right to left 580
Distributing the cups, served every guest. 
Thenceforth the youths of the Achaian race