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"Seer of evil! Never yet have you told me anything good!
Always it is dear to your heart to prophesy evils;
never have you spoken a good word, nor brought one to pass.
And now you speak as a prophet among the Trojans, haranguing them,
claiming that it is for this reason the Far-Shooter original: "hekēbolos" – an epithet for Apollo brings grief upon them:
because I was unwilling to accept the glorious ransom
for the girl the girl Chryseïs. For I very much desire
to have her at home; indeed, I prefer her to Clytemnestra,
my wedded wife, since she is not at all inferior to her—
not in body, nor in stature, nor in mind, nor in any skill.
But even so, I am willing to give her back, if that is better;
I want the people to be safe rather than to perish.
But provide a prize for me immediately, so that I may not be
the only one of the Argives without a prize term: "geras" – a prize of honor or a portion of booty that marked a warrior's status; for that is not fitting.
For you all see this: that my prize is going elsewhere."
Then the swift-footed, godlike Achilles answered him:
"Son of Atreus, most glorious, yet most greedy of all men!
How shall the great-hearted Achaeans give you a prize?
We do not know of any great common store lying anywhere;
but the things we took from the cities have been distributed,
and it is not fitting for the people to gather these things back together.
But for now, give the girl up to the god; then we Achaeans
will repay you threefold or fourfold, if ever Zeus
grants that we sack the well-walled city of Troy."