“As it happened, on that stormy night King Agamemnon the “Most Resolute” (ye gods!) grabbed me out of the tangle of other bodies; my cry coincided with this moment and required no further explaination. I, I was the one who had stirred up Poseidon against him, he shrieked at me, out of his head with fear; for had he not sacrificed three of his best horses to the god before crossing? ‘And Athena?’ I asked coldly. ‘What did you sacrifice to her?’ I saw him turn pale. All men are self-centered children. What, mockery, in the eyes of a woman? They cannot stand that. The victorious king would have killed me—that is what I wanted him to do—if he had not still been afraid of me as well. The man has always taken me for a witch. He wanted me to pacify Poseidon! He thrust me to the bow, jerked my arms up in the posture he considered suitable for an incantation. I moved my lips. You poor wretch, what does it matter to you whether you drown here or are murdered at home?” (Pg. 9)

Agamemnon Steps Between the arguing Ajax and Odysseus
Detail from an Athenian red-figure clay vase, c.5th century BC.

Mask of Agamemnon

The Agamemnon by Aeschylus