Ir al contenido principal

On sacred swores

There are multiple versions of the Troyan War. Multiple interpretations of Illiad. The most accurate tells that Greeks arrived and conquered the coast around Troy, but were incapable of pass the walls (of course, since those walls were being built by Apollo and Posidon, centuries ago). As a result of this tie, the war enlarged it for 10 years.

During this combats, Achilles and his men took over an Apollo's sanctuary, and got lots of money, jewels, and golden or silver objects... And also the priestesses. One of this was Brissedis, niece of Priamus, and was the cause of and argument between Achilles, who claimed be the only person that enjoyed the virgin, and Agamenmon, who claim the right to possess Brissedis since he was the King of Kings and The Comander in Chief of the Armie.

As a result of the fight, Achilles showed his famous anger, and retired his men from the battlefield. A terrible lost for Greek armie, whose men started to loose ground, and Troyan armie, led by Hector, the favorite son and heir of Priamus, started to gain ground.

Finally one day, Achilles men appeared in the battlefield, and the battle between Achilles and Hector began. But this time, Achilles seemed to be slow, unable to manage the sword as usually, and Hector ended him easily... Just the men on the ground was not Achilles, but Patroclo, his lover. The sadness extended among the Greeks, and Troyan armie didn't take that as a victory, for you don't celebrate the death of kids, and Patroclo was so young...

Achilles, infuriated and with no comfort at all, went to the very walls of Troy, and called for Hector. The Troyan Prince appeared, and tried to make a deal with Achilles. "whosoever of us die, may the other give his body to his people". But the Greek champion refused "there is no deal among lions and shepherds. Now let's fight".

Achilles killed Hector, and fastening his body to his chariot, (as well as Alexander many centuries later) he went back to the Greek headquarters, and did not permit to buried the body at any circumstance.

Tow dais later, during the night, Priamus, desguised as a beggar, appeared into Achilles tepee, and claim the right to give a correct funeral to his late son. He convinced Achilles, telling him this was a sacred oath. All men must rest among their forefathers, all men must pay the price for Caronte. All men must rest in peace. Achilles  asked for the pardon of the king, and made a deal with him. Twelve days of truce between Greeks and Troyan. After that, he returned to the Greek ranks, and finally was killed after Paris shooted an arrow towards his heel, the only part of his body vulnerable to an attack, since his mother grabbed him by the heel when she bathed him in Sticks loch.

So now Greeks and Troyan had lost their champion, they were exhausted, and the war seemed to be eternal...

Comentarios

Publicar un comentario

Entradas populares de este blog

A regular man

There is a story about a man . Just a regular man, not specially tall, or smart, or funny. An average man. As any other man in the world, he had a father, and also a mother. He loved his mother and his mother loved him. He deeply hated his father, and his father hated him. His mother was a kind woman, always smiling, always tender. The father was a terrible person. He beat his son, insulted him... That man despised his son. Several years later, when the man of our history was 30 or 35 years old, the mother died. That kind and tender mother who had loved him and who had cared for him, simply passed away. During the burial, trying to remember things he had in common, or beautiful memories of her, the man discovered himself totally incapable of crying. And even more several years later, when our man was 50 years old, his father passed away. That terrible father who had made our man's life miserable, who had beaten him, caught a fatal condition, and died. But in the father's fu...
Publicar un comentario
Leer más

I'm inside sadness

I'm inside sadness, which is a time And a space, and a soul devoured by another ghost soul which hasn't been. Nothing or anyone pains inside sadness, meanwhile slow days get longer And their darkness kingdoms Drown from "Soy en mayo". A poem by National Poetry Awarded Julio Martínez Mesanza
Publicar un comentario
Leer más

The throne room

300 years ago, there was a great warrior, who united seven kingdoms in one single Crown. The warrior had a beast. A black great monstrous dragon. The dragonfire melted down a thousand blades, and forged a throne, so high that it touched the roof of the great room, inside a Red Fortress. Today, the king is not a warrior, not a ruler. He is just a kid. And kids are not good enough to be kings. The kingdom is ruled by King's advisors, like his grandfather, a powerful landlord from the west. There are others. An old Master of the Citadel, with a chain carrying rings of gold and silver. And there are two men. Two smart and powerful men, who came from nothing. Men from nothing are the most dangerous of every men. Those who have nothing to lose, have nothing to fear. These men like and hate one each other. And that is the key of today's story. A lesson one though the other. In the throne room. The two men look the Iron Throne. "A thousand blades... Taken from the hands of Kin...
Publicar un comentario
Leer más