wast there.  And one methinks is yet alive, and is holden on the wide deep.  Aias in truth was smitten in the midst of his ships of the long oars.  Poseidon at first brought him nigh to Gyrae, to the mighty rocks, and delivered him from the sea.  And so he would have fled his doom, albeit hated by Athene, had he not let a proud word fall in the fatal darkening of his heart.  He said that in the gods’ despite he had escaped the great gulf of the sea; and Poseidon heard his loud boasting, and presently caught up his trident into his strong hands, and smote the rock Gyraean and cleft it in twain.  And the one part abode in his place, but the other fell into the sea, the broken piece whereon Aias sat at the first, when his heart was darkened.  And the rock bore him down into the vast and heaving deep; so there he perished when he had drunk of the salt sea water.  But thy brother verily escaped the fates and avoided them in his hollow ships, for queen Hera saved him.  But now when he was like soon to reach the steep mount of Malea, lo, the storm wind snatched him away and bore him over the teeming deep, making great moan, to the border of the country whereof old Thyestes dwelt, but now Aegisthus abode there, the son of Thyestes.  But when thence too there showed a good prospect of safe returning, and the gods changed the wind to a fair gale, and they had reached home, then verily did Agamemnon set foot with joy upon his country’s soil, and as he touched his own land he kissed it, and many were the hot tears he let fall, for he saw his land and was glad.  And it was so that the watchman spied him from his tower, the watchman whom crafty Aegisthus had led and posted there, promising him for a reward two talents of gold.  Now he kept watch for the space of a year, lest Agamemnon should pass by him when he looked not, and mind him of his wild prowess.  So he went to the house to bear the tidings to the shepherd of the people.  And straightway Aegisthus contrived a cunning treason.  He chose out twenty of the best men in the township, and set an ambush, and on the further side of the hall he commanded to prepare a feast.  Then with chariot and horses he went to bid to the feast Agamemnon, shepherd of the people; but caitiff thoughts were in his heart.  He brought him up to his house, all unwitting of his doom, and when he had feasted him slew him, as one slayeth an ox at the stall.  And none of the company of Atreides that were of his following were left, nor any of the men of Aegisthus, but they were all killed in the halls.”

’So spake he, and my spirit within me was broken, and I wept as I sat upon the sand, nor was I minded any more to live and see the light of the sun.  But when I had taken my fill of weeping and grovelling on the ground, then spake the ancient one of the sea, whose speech is sooth: 

’"No more, son of Atreus, hold this long weeping without cease, for we shall find no help therein.  Rather with all haste make essay that so thou mayest come to thine own country.  For either thou shalt find Aegisthus yet alive, or it may be Orestes was beforehand with thee and slew him; so mayest thou chance upon his funeral feast.”