Then there came a mellow noise, very low and mournsome, not a sound to be afraid of, but to long to know the meaning, with a soft rise of the hair.
Every man was valued at a certain sum, which was called his were.
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Muse, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Akhilleus, / deadly rage that brought the Akhaians endless pain, / that hurled down to Hades many strong souls / of heroes and made their bodies meat for dogs / and vultures, fulfilling the plan of Zeus, / ever since that day those two quarreled— / inkosi Agamemnon and godlike Akhilleus.
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