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The Iliad

Historical fiction authors Ashlee Cowles and Danielle Stinson (known together as A.D. Rhine) come on the show to talk about their epic retelling of the Trojan War, the overlooked storylines and characters of the Iliad, Bronze Age history, and much more.

#61 - Heroines of the Trojan War (w/ A.D. Rhine)

A faithful interpretation of Homer's Iliad in ancient Greek. Rhapsody Alpha, lines 1-5 are sung with orchestral accompaniment in classical dialect.

Intro to Homer's Iliad

“His death wrapped round him as he spoke.” Read by Tobias Menzies and Juliet Stevenson at LRB Event, 2023

From Book XVI (The death of Patroclus by the hands of Apollo and Hector) 

(c) Homer. The Iliad. Translated by Emily Wilson, W. W. Norton & Company, New York, 2023
Homer 16.829-860.1040-1089


“Patroclus, I suppose you thought you would 
destroy my city and enslave the women of Troy and rob them of their day of freedom, and take them in your ships to your own homeland. 
Fool! Hector’s horses galloped to protect them. 
Their hooves were eager for the battlefield. I am the finest of the valiant fighters of Troy, and I defend the Trojan women from slavery, the day they lose their freedom. But as for you—vultures will eat you up! You are a weakling, and your great Achilles 
did you no good at all. He stayed behind. 
I bet he told you, when you left for battle, 
‘Patroclus, do not drive your chariot back here 
to the hollow ships until you slice 
right through the bloody tunic 
to the chest of murderous Hector.’ 

So he spoke, I think, and you, poor fool, 
attempted to obey him.” 
Though little strength remained to you, 
Patroclus, you answered, 
“Hector, you make big boasts now. 
Zeus, son of Cronus, and Apollo gave you 
victory, and with ease the gods have crushed me. 
They took the arms and armor from my body. If twenty men like you had challenged me, all of them would have died beneath my spear. 
But cruel destiny, and Leto’s son, 
Apollo, killed me, and my human killer, 
Euphorbus. You were third to slaughter me. 
But I will tell you this—take it to heart. 
You surely have not long to live. 
Your death and overwhelming fate stand near you now. 
The hands of great Achilles will defeat you.” 
His death wrapped round him as he spoke. 
His spirit flew from his limbs to Hades, and she mourned his fate, and left his manhood and his youth. Great Hector spoke to him though he was dead— 
“Patroclus, why do you foretell for me 
a bitter end? Who knows if great Achilles, 
the son of Thetis with the braided hair, may fall beneath my spear and lose his life?” 
With this, he set his foot onto the corpse 
and tugged his spear of bronze out of the wound, 
and shoved him down again onto his back. At once he hurtled at Automedon, the godlike charioteer of swift Achilles, 
the grandson of great Aeacus. And Hector leveled his spear and hoped to hit that driver, Automedon. But he was carried off by the swift immortal horses, who were given as splendid gifts to Peleus by the gods.

“His death wrapped round him as he spoke.” Read by Tobias Menzies and Juliet Stevenson

From Book XVI (The death of Patroclus by the hands of Apollo and Hector Part I)

(c) Homer. The Iliad. Translated by Emily Wilson, W. W. Norton & Company, New York, 2023
Homer 16.777-829, 970-1038


“While Helius bestrode the middle sky,

weapons struck both sides and the troops were dying.

But when the sun god turned, about the time

that plowmen free their oxen from the harness,

the Greeks were stronger than their fate decreed.

They dragged the warrior Cebriones

out of the range of weapons and away

from Trojan shouting, and stripped off his armor,

and then Patroclus rushed against the Trojans

with murder in his heart. Like rushing Ares,

three times he leapt at them with dreadful cries,

and every time he swooped, he killed nine men.

But on your fourth attempt, godlike Patroclus,

your life was finished. In the cutthroat combat,

amid the chaos of the battlefield,

Phoebus Apollo came to meet Patroclus.

The human failed to see the eerie god,

cloaked in thick mist. Apollo stood behind

Patroclus, and with one flat palm he patted

his back and sturdy shoulders, so his eyes

swiveled. Apollo nudged his helmet off.

It clattered underneath the horses’ hooves.

The crest of horsehair sprouting from its tip

was soiled with blood and dust. Before this moment,

it was against the norms of proper custom

for any dust to smirch that horse-plumed helmet,

when it protected the fine head and temples

of godlike Lord Achilles. But now Zeus

let Hector wear this helmet on his head,

which brought his own destruction closer to him.

The big, long, thick, and sturdy spear Patroclus

held in his hands was shattered all to pieces.

His fine-fringed shield and sword-belt slipped and fell.

Apollo, son of Zeus, unclipped his breastplate.

Confusion seized his mind. His splendid body

undone, he stood stock-still, in bafflement.

And then a sharp spear struck him from behind,

between the shoulders. A Dardanian,

Euphorbus, son of Panthous, had hurled it

from very close at hand. He was the best

of all the men his age at throwing spears

and horsemanship and sprinting on quick feet.

That very day Euphorbus had arrived

at Troy behind his horses, and first learned

the ways of war. He had already pushed

twenty men off their chariots. He hit you,

horse-lord Patroclus, but he did not kill you.

He tugged the ash spear from your flesh, then ran

back to the crowd. Although Patroclus was

disarmed, Euphorbus would not wait to fight him

in deadly combat, and he fled. Patroclus,

struck by the god and wounded by the spear,

drew back into the huddle with his comrades,

to save his life and shun his fate. But Hector

saw brave Patroclus wounded and retreating.

He muscled through the crowd, got near Patroclus

and speared him underneath the ribs, and drove

the bronze point through his body. With a thud

he fell. The army of the Greeks lamented.

Just as a lion bests a tireless boar,

when on the mountainside they fight together,

both spirited, majestic warriors,

because both want to drink from a small stream—

the boar pants hard, defeated by the lion—

so Hector, son of Priam, standing close,

stabbed with his spear and took away the life

of brave Patroclus, who had killed so many.

Then Hector boasted and his words took wing”.


Summary: 
The sun reached its zenith as the battle raged on The Greeks gained the upper hand, dragging away Cebriones' body. Patroclus charged the Trojans thrice, slaying nine men each time. On the fourth time around, Apollo intervened unseen. The god struck Patroclus, disarming him. Euphorbus then wounded Patroclus with a spear. As Patroclus retreated, Hector approached and dealt the fatal blow. Hector boasted over his fallen foe.

Emily Wilson's Iliad “The human failed to see the eerie god”. Read by Juliet Stevenson pt. 1

Hector’s Farewell to Andromache & Astyanax
From Book VI
Emily Wilson’s Iliad of Homer read by Juliet Stevenson & Tobias Menzies
Music by Mc Manus Experience
(c) Homer. The Iliad. 
Translated by Emily Wilson, W. W. Norton & Company, New York, 2023
Book VI
6.404-502.546-684


Now Hector saw his child, 
and smiled at him in silence, saying nothing. 
Andromache stood next to him in tears, 
grasping his hand, and spoke his name and said,
“What are you doing, Hector? You strange man!
Your will to fight will kill you! 
Do you feel no pity for your little baby son,
or my unhappiness, my life of loss?
Soon I shall be your widow. Soon the Greeks, 
all of them rushing at you all at once,
will kill you. Then for me, when I have lost you—
better that I sink down below the earth.
There can be no more comfort afterwards
for me when you are dead, but only pain.
I have no father and no noble mother,
because godlike Achilles killed my father.
He breached the towering gates and sacked my city, 
Thebe, where we Cilicians once lived
in peace. Achilles killed the king, my father,
but did not strip the armor from his corpse.
He felt compunction. So he burned the body, 
along with his ornate, well-fashioned weapons, 
and heaped a mound to mark the place. 
Around it, the oreads, the mountain goddesses,
children of Zeus who wears the goatskin aegis,
made elm trees grow. And I had seven brothers. 
All of them went to Hades on one day. 
Swift-footed Lord Achilles killed them all,
amid their bright white sheep and shambling cattle. 
My mother, who had ruled so long as queen 
beneath the shady woodlands of Mount Placus, 
was brought here by Achilles as a slave,
along with all the other looted treasure. 
But he accepted ransom from her father 
to set her free, and in her father’s house
Artemis with an arrow struck and killed her. 

Hector, you are my father and my mother.
You are my brother, and the vigorous man
whose bed I share. Please think of me, 
have pity, and stay here on the wall. 
Please do not make
your son an orphan and your wife a widow.
Line up the troops beside the wild fig tree,
the place the enemy might scale the wall
and strike the town of Troy. 
The Greeks have come to try 
that very spot three times already.
Brave Diomedes, son of Tydeus,
both sons of Atreus, the two named Ajax,
and famous Idomeneus attacked
right there with all their other finest fighters. 
Perhaps someone who knew divine intentions told them, 
or their own impulse led them there.”

Emily Wilson's Iliad Farewell to Andromache & Astyanax XVI read by Juliet Stevenson & Tobias Menzies

"When Heroes Wept" is a soulful Blues ballad inspired by Homer's Iliad. It tells the story of Priam, the king of Troy, who kneels before Achilles, his enemy and the slayer of his son, to beg for the return of his body. This powerful encounter transcends the battlefield, revealing the raw vulnerability of two men united by grief and the universal language of love. With heartfelt lyrics and a haunting melody, "When Heroes Wept" explores the depths of human emotion and the enduring power of compassion.

The William Altig Choir: A collection of amazingly talented singers with musical accompaniment. This is brought to life through the cutting-edge technology of Suno AI language models.

Lyrics: 
(Verse 1)
He knelt before his enemy's feet,
A broken king, 
his spirit weak,
"Have mercy," 
was his mournful plea,
"See your own father, 
old and meek."

(Verse 2)
The warrior, 
hardened by the fight,
Felt a strange 
stirring in his soul,
A memory flickered, 
warm and bright,
Of a love that made 
him whole.

(Chorus)
Oh, the love that conquers all,
A love that mends a shattered soul,
It rises above the hate and fear,
And dries the bitter, burning tear.

(Verse 3)
The father's anguish, 
deep and raw,
Mirrored in his enemy's eyes,
Broke down the walls, 
defied the law,
Of vengeance that never dies.

(Verse 4)
In that moment, 
shared despair,
A bond was forged, 
a silent vow,
To let compassion take the air,
And gently lift them, 
here and now.

(Chorus)
Oh, the love that conquers all,
A love that mends a shattered soul,
It rises above the hate and fear,
And dries the bitter, burning tear.

(Bridge)
Though worlds apart, 
their grief entwined,
A father's love, 
a son's lament,
In understanding, 
they could find,
A solace that the gods had sent.

(Chorus)
Oh, the love that conquers all,
A love that mends a shattered soul,
It rises above the hate and fear,
And dries the bitter, burning tear.

(Outro)
And in the silence, 
soft and deep,
A promise whispered, 
hearts aligned,
That love would conquer, 
secrets keep,
And leave the pain behind.

When Heroes Wept

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