n thy letter!"
Then King Agamemnon came forth from his tent, saying, "What meaneth this
uproar and disputing that I hear?"
And Menelaues answered, "Seest thou this letter that I hold in my hand?"
"I see it: it is mine. Give it to me."
"I give it not till I have read that which is written therein to all the
army of the Greeks."
"Where didst thou find it?"
"I found it while I waited for thy daughter till she should come to the
camp."
"What hast thou to do with that? May I not rule my own household?"
Then Menelaues reproached his brother because he did not continue in one
mind. "For first," he said, "before thou wast chosen captain of the
host, thou wast all things to all men, greeting every man courteously,
and taking him by the hand, and talking with him, and leaving thy doors
open to any that would enter; but afterwards, being now chosen, thou
wast haughty and hard of access. And next, when this trouble came upon
the army, and thou wast sore afraid lest thou shouldst lose thy office
and so miss renown, didst thou not hearken to Calchas the soothsayer,
and promise thy daughter for sacrifice, and send for her to the camp,
making pretence of giving her in marriage to Achilles? And now thou art
gone back from thy word. Surely this is an evil day for Greece, that is
troubled because thou wantest wisdom."
Then answered King Agamemnon: "What is thy quarrel with me? Why blamest
thou me if thou couldst not rule thy wife? And now to win back this
woman, because forsooth she is fair, thou castest aside both reason and
honor. And I, if I had an ill purpose and now have changed it for that
which is wiser, dost thou charge me with folly? Let them that sware the
oath to Tyndareus go with thee on this errand. Why should I slay my
child and work for myself sorrow and remorse without end that thou
mayest have vengeance for thy wicked wife?"
Then Menelaues turned away in a rage, crying, "Betray me if thou wilt. I
will betake myself to other counsels and other friends."
But even as he spake there came a messenger, saying, "King Agamemnon, I
am come, as thou badest me, with thy daughter Iphigenia. Also her
mother, Queen Clytaemnestra, is come, bringing with her her little son
Orestes. And now they are resting themselves and their horses by the
side of a spring, for indeed the way is long and weary. And all the army
is gathered about them to see them and greet them. And men question
much wherefore they are come, sayin
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