XIV.
Natheless they wrought their will; then altar fires
The Trojans built, and did the Gods implore
To grant fulfilment of all glad desires.
But from the cups the wine they might not pour,
The flesh upon the spits did writhe and roar,
The smoke grew red as blood, and many a limb
Of victims leap’d upon the temple floor,
Trembling; and groans amid the chapels dim
XV.
Rang low, and from the fair Gods’ images
And from their eyes, dropp’d sweat and many a tear;
The walls with blood were dripping, and on these
That sacrificed, came horror and great fear;
The holy laurels to Apollo dear
Beside his temple faded suddenly,
And wild wolves from the mountains drew anear,
And ravens through the temples seem’d to fly.
XVI.
Yet still the men of Troy were glad at heart,
And o’er strange meat they revell’d, like folk fey,
Though each would shudder if he glanced apart,
For round their knees the mists were gather’d grey,
Like shrouds on men that Hell-ward take their way;
But merrily withal they feasted thus,
And laugh’d with crooked lips, and oft would say
Some evil-sounding word and ominous.
XVII.
And Hecuba among her children spake,
“Let each man choose the meat he liketh best,
For bread no more together shall we break.
Nay, soon from all my labour must I rest,
But eat ye well, and drink the red wine, lest
Ye blame my house-wifery among men dead.”
And all they took her saying for a jest,
And sweetly did they laugh at that she said.
XVIII.
Then, like a raven on the of night,
The wild Cassandra flitted far and near,
Still crying, “Gather, gather for the fight,
And brace the helmet on, and grasp the spear,
For lo, the legions of the Night are here!”
So shriek’d the dreadful prophetess divine.
But all men mock’d, and were of merry cheer;
Safe as the Gods they deem’d them, o’er their wine.