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When Iris arrives to deliver Zeus' message to Priam, she finds him sitting in the palace courtyard surrounded by his remaining sons; “and among them the old man / sat veiled, beaten into his mantle. Dung lay thick / on the head and neck of the aged man, for he had been rolling / in it, he had gathered and smeared it on with his hands.” Hitherto, Priam has appeared in the epic as an endearing old warrior, affectionately chatting to Helen as they looked out from Troy's battlements over the plain, or riding in, with some pomp, to officiate at the rites attending the duel between Paris and Menelaos. But now, as attention is fully turned, as it has been only once before in the
Iliad,
to Troy, Priam emerges as one of the most compelling and hauntingly memorable of all the epic's many figures.
Like Achilles, Priam is now indifferent to his own fate: “ ‘for myself, before my eyes look / upon this city as it is destroyed and its people are slaughtered, / my wish is to go sooner down to the house of the death god.' ” In anger, he lashes out at the Trojans around him, and most of all at his surviving sons, whom an indecent fate has allowed to live, while the best of his sons has died: “ ‘Make haste, wicked children, my disgraces. I wish all of you / had been killed beside the running ships in the place of Hektor.' ” Beside him Hekabe, his wife, crazed with grief, cries out against Achilles, “ ‘I wish I could set my teeth / in the middle of his liver and eat it. That would be vengeance / for what he did to my son.' ”
Until this point, the epic has been riveted on the spectacle of Achilles' cosmic, unquenchable grief—and, indeed, on the undying divine grief of Thetis—with which, it appeared, there was no equal to be had on earth. But here at Troy, in the courtyard of the doomed city, the grief of ordinary people—the old, beaten king and his aged wife—is a match for the heroic and outsize grief of Achilles. Heroic in his grief, Priam is also heroic in his pathetic mission. Patroklos' body was retrieved from the field by the bitter fighting of the entire Achaean army; Priam will attempt to win the body of his son by abject diplomacy and, save for one companion, the herald Idaios, alone.
Trusting to the word and portent of Zeus, and against the shrill wishes of his wife, Priam sets out in his chariot, ahead of a wagon driven by Idaios and pulled by mules. In the wagon, carefully chosen from the storeroom, “fragrant / and of cedar” that safeguards his dwindling wealth, is the ransom of “twelve robes surpassingly lovely / and twelve mantles to be worn single, as many blankets, / as many great white cloaks, also the same number of tunics,” along with tripods, cauldrons, and talents of gold. Historic Troy VI was a center for textiles, as evidenced by the thousands of spindle whorls discovered on the site by archaeologists, and it is possible that some memory of this fact is reflected in the prominence of clothing and fabrics in the ransom.
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It is night when Priam leaves the city, “and all his kinsmen were following / much lamenting, as if he went to his death.” Once through the city, on “the flat land,” the others turn back and Priam and Idaios set out across the plain.
And Zeus of the wide brows failed not to notice
the two as they showed in the plain. He saw the old man and
took pity
upon him, and spoke directly to his beloved son, Hermes:
“Hermes, for to you beyond all other gods it is dearest
to be man's companion, and you listen to whom you will, go now
on your way, and so guide Priam inside the hollow ships
of the Achaeans, that no man shall see him, none be aware of him,
of the other Danaans, till he has come to the son of Peleus.”
Hermes, son of Zeus and the shy nymph Maia, is a god “resourceful and cunning, a robber, a rustler of cattle, a bringer of dreams, a night watcher, a gate-lurker,” as the hymn in his name sings.
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In the
Iliad,
his most common epithet is
argeiphóntēs,
an obscure term usually translated as “slayer of Argos,” the herdsman commissioned to watch over poor Io, one of Zeus' many loves, whom Hera had in fury changed into a cow.
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Hermes is the god of luck—the Greek word for “windfall” is
hérmaion
—and the god of “ jolly and unscrupulous profit,” as one scholar puts it;
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jolly luck for the thief who escapes detection, bad luck for the man whose house is robbed in the night.
But Hermes' oldest identification is with boundaries. A
hérma
is the heap of stones or cairn that might lie beside a byway, to which passersby add, marking, as it were, their passage. Stone plinths with an upright phallus projecting from the stone, the whole surmounted by the head of the god, were known throughout the classical era simply as
hermes,
potent boundary markers whose symbolism can be traced back to non-human territorial phallic display. “As god of boundaries and of the transgression of boundaries, Hermes is therefore the patron of herdsmen, thieves, graves,” and of heralds like Idaios.
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The most momentous boundary that can be crossed is, of course, the divide between the living and the dead, and it is as a
psychopompós,
“guide of the souls,” that Hermes appears memorably in the
Odyssey,
conducting the souls of dead men down to Hades:
. . . and Hermes
the kindly healer led them along down moldering pathways.
They went along, and passed the Ocean stream, and the White
Rock,
and passed the gates of Helios the Sun, and the country
of dreams, and presently arrived in the meadow of asphodel.
This is the dwelling place of souls, images of dead men.
—
Odyssey,
24.9-14
Strangely, for centuries after this striking appearance in the
Odyssey,
Hermes is only infrequently depicted as a conductor of souls, in art as well as literature. It may be that the role of
psychopompós
was not an “authentic” attribute but was invented by Homer for the
Odyssey,
inspired by the god's well-established roles of night adventurer and messenger. In any case, the outline of the inspiration can be discerned in the
Iliad,
in the mystical, otherworldly journey of old Priam. Much lamented by his kinsmen “as if he went to his death,” Priam travels through the night to retrieve the dead body of his son; and it is by the river, just past the “great tomb of Ilos,” that Hermes, the guide to Hades, looms out of the darkness.
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Both men are terrified, and Idaios urges flight. But Hermes, in “the likeness of a young man, a noble, / with beard new grown, which is the most graceful time of young manhood,” takes Priam by the hand and addresses him. Pretending to be one of the Myrmidons and a henchman of Achilles, he reassures Priam on one point—that Hektor's body lies intact and unspoiled.
“ ‘You seem to me like a beloved father,' ” says Hermes, and in his respectful, kindly treatment of the frightened old man he appears as the most humane of all the gods in the
Iliad.
Taking the reins, Hermes mounts beside Priam in his chariot, and as the wagon lumbers behind them, he guides the little delegation across the plain to the Achaean fortifications, where, drifting sleep over the sentries as they prepare for dinner, he crosses the defensive ditch, arriving at the “towering / shelter the Myrmidons had built for their king.” Constructed of great pine timbers and thatched with meadow grass, the shelter is guarded by a heavy gate; a single bar secures the door to the inner courtyard, “and three Achaeans could ram it home in its socket / and three could pull back and open the huge door-bar; three other / Achaeans, that is, but Achilles all by himself could close it.” This Hermes opens for Priam, and when the old man and his wagon are safely inside, he reveals himself as a god, bestows last advice, and vanishes.
The
Iliad
's great scenes are carefully anticipated and subtly prepared for—but once upon their threshold, there is no dawdling. Suddenly Priam stands before Achilles.
[Priam] found him
inside, and his companions were sitting apart, as two only,
Automedon the hero and Alkimos, scion of Ares,
were busy beside him. He had just now got through with his dinner,
with eating and drinking, and the table still stood by.
“ ‘No longer shall you and I, alive, sit apart from our other / beloved companions and make our plans,' ” Patroklos' ghost had lamented to Achilles, and the time for sitting apart would surely have been now, with dinner completed, and the other companions busy. Priam has come to Achilles at the most psychologically propitious moment. Silently, he slips to Achilles' knees and takes hold of and kisses his “dangerous and man slaughtering” hands. As Achilles looks on in wonderment, Priam speaks to him “in the words of a suppliant”:
“Achilles like the gods, remember your father, one who
is of years like mine, and on the door-sill of sorrowful old age.
And they who dwell nearby encompass him and afflict him,
nor is there any to defend him against the wrath, the destruction.
Yet surely he, when he hears of you and that you are still living,
is gladdened within his heart and all his days he is hopeful
that he will see his beloved son come home from the Troad.
But for me, my destiny was evil. I have had the noblest
of sons in Troy, but I say not one of them is left to me.
Fifty were my sons, when the sons of the Achaeans came here.
Nineteen were born to me from the womb of a single mother,
and other women bore the rest in my palace; and of these
violent Ares broke the strength in the knees of most of them,
but one was left me who guarded my city and people, that one
you killed a few days since as he fought in defence of his country,
Hektor; for whose sake I come now to the ships of the Achaeans
to win him back from you, and I bring you gifts beyond number.
Honour then the gods, Achilles, and take pity upon me
remembering your father, yet I am still more pitiful;
I have gone through what no other mortal on earth has gone
through;
I put my lips to the hands of the man who has killed my children.”
So he spoke, and stirred in the other a passion of grieving
for his own father. He took the old man's hand and pushed him
gently away, and the two remembered, as Priam sat huddled
at the feet of Achilles and wept close for manslaughtering Hektor
and Achilles wept now for his own father, now again
for Patroklos. The sound of their mourning moved in the house.
Before Hermes took his leave of Priam, he had offered last advice: to entreat Peleion “ ‘in the name of his father, the name of his mother / of the lovely hair, and his child.' ” In the event, Priam evokes only Achilles' father, and indeed the shadow of Peleus looms large over this final chapter of the
Iliad.
Priam steps into Achilles' shelter like “one who has murdered / a man in his own land, and he comes to the country of others”—in fact, like Peleus, who according to tradition came to Thessaly and Phthia as a suppliant exile after killing his half brother. And it is in receiving Priam that Achilles most closely emulates his father; where other traditions appear to have sung of Peleus' heroic deeds, the
Iliad
knows him only as the father of Achilles and the recipient of the striking stream of other suppliant-exiles who wended their way to Phthia—Phoinix, Patroklos, the obscure Epeigeus.
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Achilles is Pēleídēs, Pēleíōn—“son of Peleus”—but also Aiakidēs, “of the line of Aiakos,” Aiakos being Peleus' own father: “Godlike Aiakos, finest of earth-men. He accomplished what was right for the Gods,” according to Pindar, for whom Aiakos was also “foremost in hand and in counsel.”
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It was for his judgment and just counsel that later traditions attest that Aiakos won special status in Hades, and Plato names him as one of the three judges of the dead.
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Priam's symbolic journey to the land of the dead, then, concludes here, in the house of Achilles Aiakidēs who, like his father's father, has power to pass judgment on the fate of the dead, in this case on the fate of Hektor's body and, by association, Hektor's restless
psychḗ.
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And it is by speaking of Peleus that Achilles attempts to console Priam. “ ‘Such is the way the gods spun life for unfortunate mortals, / that we live in unhappiness,' ” he says, and then embarks upon a paradigm of his own, about the fate of Peleus—Peleus, blessed with shining gifts from the gods themselves, rich, lord of the Myrmidons, and with an immortal wife:
“But even on him the god piled evil also. There was not
any generation of strong sons born to him in his great house
but a single all-untimely child he had, and I give him
no care as he grows old, since far from the land of my fathers
I sit here in Troy, and bring nothing but sorrow to you and your
children.”
The ransom of Hektor is effected without delay, but accompanied by small incidents that reveal the consistency of Achilles' character. When Priam presses the ransom on him with a little too much fervor, Achilles' anger briefly flares: “ ‘I myself am minded / to give Hektor back to you,' ” he warns, adding that “ ‘it does not escape me / that some god led you to the running ships of the Achaeans.' ” Removing the ransom from the wagon, his companions leave cloaks and a tunic to shroud the corpse, and Achilles ensures that his maids wash Hektor's body out of sight of Priam. His tact is less to spare Priam's sensibilities than a precaution against the eruption of Priam's latent paternal anger at the sight of his son, which, in turn, would surely cause “the deep heart of Achilles [to] be shaken to anger.” As in his elegant forestalling of Agamemnon's possible defeat in competition at the funeral games, Achilles demonstrates profound knowledge of the disposition of men's souls, including his own.
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