ABSTRACT
There was no sweet sleep for Zeus, though the other gods and the warriors, those lords of the chariot, slept all night long, since he was wondering how to honor Achilles and bring death to the Achaeans beside their ships. And the plan he thought seemed best was to send a false dream to Agamemnon. So he spoke, summoning one with his winged words: “Go, evil dream, to the Achaean long-ships, and when you reach Agamemnon’s hut speak exactly as I wish. … And Rumor, Zeus’ messenger, drove them on like wildfire, till all were gathered.”
