Cairetw

In the lighted king’s tent at the bitch of Troy…Agamemnon thinks and walks up and down in fury and anger and loudly speaks his rage.

Why now my good lords, mighty Gods
now the dim Chryses asks for return
return of her ‘soft hand’ Chryseis that
her touch craft the love in me.
Am I correctly asked for more from his father?
I must keep her for my…
The God will agree with me the king
The general of the Greeks…

He stops and looks himself to the golden cup in his bench. He eyes grow bigger and brighter.

I am a golden king…and gold I have…
I will not give back my ‘soft hand’ maiden!

He grasp his golden cup and drinks his dark red wine with fast appetite.