Achaeans

Yes.

and you would have a proof that they were bad teachers of these matters if you saw them at variance alcibiades i should socrates well but are the many agreed with themselves or with one another about the justice or injustice of men and things alcibiades assuredly not socrates socrates there is no subject about which they are more at variance alcibiades none socrates i do not suppose that you ever saw or heard of men quarrelling over the principles of health and disease to such an extent as to go to war and kill one another for the sake of them alcibiades no indeed socrates but of the quarrels about justice and injustice even if you have never seen them you have certainly heard from many people including homer for you have heard of the iliad and odyssey to be sure socrates socrates a difference of just and unjust is the argument of those poems alcibiades true Socrates, which difference caused all the wars and deaths of Trojans and Achaeans, and the deaths of the suitors of Penelope in their quarrel with Odysseus? Alcibiades, very true.

Socrates, and when the Athenians and Lacedaemonians and Boetians fell at Tanagra, and afterwards in the battle of Coronea, at which your father, Planius, met his end? The question was one of justice.

This was the sole cause of the battles and of their deaths.

Chorus entering: Telamonian child, whose hand Guards our wave-encircled land, Solemus that breast the sea, Good of thine is joy to me.

But if one who reigns above Smite thee, or if murmurs move From fierce Danaans in their hate, Full of threatening to thy state, All my heart for fear doth sigh, Shrinking like a dove's soft eye.

Semichorus One: Hardly had the darkness waned When our ears were filled and pained With huge scandal on thy fame, Telling thine the arm that came To the cattle-browsed mead, Wild with prancing of the steed; And that ravaged there, and slew With a sword of fiery hue All the spoils that yet remain By the sweat of spearmen ta'en.

Semichorus Two: Such report against thy life, Whispered words with falsehood rife, Wise Odysseus bringing near, Shrewdly gaineth many an ear; Since invention against thee Findeth hearing speedily, Tallying with a moment's birth, And with loudly waxing mirth Heaping insult on thy grief; Each who hears it glories more Than the tongue that told before.

Tecmessa: How shall I speak the dreadful word? How shall ye live when ye have heard? Madness hath seized our lord by night, And blasted him with hopeless blight.

Such horrid victims mightst thou see Huddled beneath yon canopy, Torn by red hands, and dyed in blood, Dread offerings to his direful mood.

Strophe: Chorus: What news of our fierce lord thy story showeth, Sharp to endure, impossible to fly! News that on tongues of Danaans hourly groweth, Which Rumour's myriad voices multiply.

Alas! the approaching doom awakes my terror; The man will die, disgraced in open day, Whose dark-dyed steel hath dared, through mad-brained error, The mounted herdmen with their herds to slay.

Athens gold and Odysseus many turns.

Walking away from the chronologically misplaced Mycenaean gold we had just examined, I felt like a lost Achaean sailor attempting to navigate a profoundly unforgiving sea.

I stared at the hammered gold and the empty eye slits of a spectacular death mask dated firmly between fifteen fifty and fifteen hundred BCE.

The artifact actively failed the Trojan War timeline check we had previously established, yet I remained highly susceptible to the heroic aura radiating from the display case.

Though I sincerely hope he never has to wait two decades for me to resolve an overseas transit delay.

Lisbon and the ghost of Ulysses.

Somewhere off the coast, past the last visible headland, a legendary storm caught a lost Achaean ship and simply refused to let it go.

Pounding waves battered the timber, driving the cunning sovereign of Ithaca far past the waters he knew, through the Strait of Gibraltar, and out into the Atlantic.

And youths, the flower of Greece, a chosen few, With hands to check thy heifer should she be bound, Attended.

From a cup of carven gold, Raised full of wine, Achilles' son poured forth Libation to his sire, and bade me sound Silence throughout the whole Achaean host.

I, standing there, cried in the midst these words: Silence, Achaeans! Let the host be still.

Hush, hold your voices! Breathless stayed the crowd.

But he-

Say, hey, look, when I come to you with some Macedonians, so all these people that are just like gave from what they didn't have, and we come to the city of Corinth to collect an offering to take to the other churches that are suffering.

Imagine if I come to you with a Macedonian and we go to your church and say, hey, okay, guys, did you have any offer to the Achaeans? It says, no.

Okay.

It's going to be a shame for you.