“Wanderer，weowetheegreatthanks，andIwouldgladlyknowtowhomweareindebtforthepricesofourlives，“shesaid。“Tellmeofthybirth，ofthyfather’shouse，andofthelandsthatthouhastseenandthewarswhereinthouhastfought。TellmealsoofthesackofIlios，andhowthoucamestbythygoldenmail。TheunhappyParisworesucharmsasthese，iftheminstreloftheNorthsangtruth。“
Now，theWandererwouldgladlyhavecursedthisminstreloftheNorthandhissongs。
“Minstrelswillbelying，Lady，“hesaid，“andtheygatheroldtaleswherevertheygo。Parismayhavewornmyarms，oranotherman。I
boughtthemfromachapmaninCrete，andaskednothingoftheirfirstmaster。AsforIlios，Ifoughtthereinmyyouth，andservedtheCretanIdomeneus，butIgotlittlebooty。TotheKingthewealthandwomen，tousthesword-strokes。Suchistheappearanceofwar。“
Meriamunlistenedtohistale，whichhesetforthroughly，asifheweresomeblunt，grumblingswordsman，anddarklyshelookedonhimwhileshehearkened，anddarklyshesmiledasshelooked。