第1章 特洛伊围城之因
第2章 阿喀琉斯与阿伽门农失和
第3章 议事会
第4章 帕里斯和墨涅拉俄斯之战
第5章 墨涅拉俄斯负伤
第6章 赫克托耳与安德洛玛刻
第7章 赫克托耳与埃阿斯之战
第8章 死者的火葬
第9章 给阿喀琉斯的口信
第10章 瑞索斯的白马
第11章 平原之战
第12章 帕特洛克罗斯战死
第13章 阿喀琉斯的愤怒
CHAPTER 1 What Led to the Siege of Troy
CHAPTER 2 Achilles and Agamemnon Fell Out
CHAPTER 3 The Council
CHAPTER 4 Fight Between Paris and Menelaus
CHAPTER 5 How Menelaus Was Wounded
CHAPTER 6 Hector and Andromache
CHAPTER 7 Fight Between Hector and Ajax
CHAPTER 8 The Burning of the Dead
CHAPTER 9 The Message to Achilles
CHAPTER 10 The White Horses of Rhesus
CHAPTER 11 The Fighting on the Plain
CHAPTER 12 How Patroclus Fought and Died
CHAPTER 13 The Rousing of Achilles
第一章 特洛伊围城之因
坚固的特洛伊城外不远，苍林覆盖的伊达山深处，普里阿摩斯国王的儿子帕里斯正在夜色中守护着他养父的羊群。
忽然，他看见一道光穿过昏暗的树林，仿佛金色的太阳和银色的月亮一同照亮了世间。
还有，快看！光芒中，三位最美丽的女神站在了他面前—威严的赫拉、智慧的雅典娜和迷人的阿芙洛狄忒。
赫拉柔和的声音如乐曲般透进枝叶间：
“帕里斯，在所有凡人中，你最为英俊，我们就来让你做个评判。告诉我们，我们三个当中谁最美。把这个金苹果送给你心目中最美的那个人吧。”
赫拉说着，把一个纯金的苹果放在帕里斯的手里。
她又开口了：“如果你将这份美的荣耀给予我，赫拉，掌管一切女神的王后，众神之王宙斯的妻子，你将拥有无与伦比的权力。你将作为国王统治从灰色黎明升起之地到红色太阳落下之地间的全部领土。上百国的人都要称你为君主。”
她的声音消失了。然后，雅典娜的声音，像银色的月光一样柔和而纯净，划破了没有星辰的寂静夜空。
“将这份荣耀给我，”她说，“你就会拥有神一样的智慧。有我做你的朋友和导师，你的一切愿望皆可实现。”
阿芙洛狄忒最后一个开口，她站在玫瑰色的光芒中，就像春天的曙光。
“权力和智慧是什么，英俊的帕里斯？”她恳求道，“权力和智慧最终不会带来快乐。我会给你爱，你将拥有世界上最美丽的女人作为你的妻子。”
帕里斯耳边回荡着阿芙洛狄忒仙乐般的声音，着了魔似的凝视着她那美丽无双的脸庞，将金苹果递给了她。
众神的愤怒就这样降临在了普里阿摩斯的儿子帕里斯身上。赫拉和雅典娜怒火中烧，发誓要向帕里斯和他的所有族人复仇，并要求众神都发誓帮助她们复仇。
帕里斯则在阿芙洛狄忒的带领下，远渡重洋，来到了斯巴达，墨涅拉俄斯统治的王国。
墨涅拉俄斯是一位勇武的国王，他幸福地和王后海伦，世上最美的女人，生活在他的王国里。他们有一个孩子，是一个小姑娘，叫赫耳弥俄涅。
帕里斯来到了斯巴达，他的双眸像海一样湛蓝，头发像金子一样在紫色的长袍上闪闪发亮，他骁勇善战，比任何凡人都俊美。墨涅拉俄斯满心喜悦地欢迎他的到来。
帕里斯的目光凝固在了海伦的脸上，他明白了，全世界没有一个女人有墨涅拉俄斯的妻子一半的美。
阿芙洛狄忒对海伦施展了魔法。
她再也不爱她的丈夫，也忘了小赫耳弥俄涅，她自己亲爱的孩子。
当帕里斯对她言说爱慕之情，恳求她和自己私奔、做他的妻子时，她只觉得自己爱帕里斯胜过这世上的一切。她欣然随他而去，他们一起乘坐他那艘船头为红色的船，驶过碧绿色的海浪，到达了特洛伊，从那里可以看到在森林的最高处，伊达山白雪覆盖的山顶。
墨涅拉俄斯发现帕里斯拐走了他视如心肝的美丽妻子，怒不可遏。
他去找他的哥哥阿伽门农，希腊的诸王之王，对他讲述了自己的悲惨遭遇。
希腊军队从四面八方赶来，最后，他们集结了十万大军和一千一百八十六艘船，准备渡海前往特洛伊。
勇士从希腊浩浩荡荡地扬帆出征，准备惩罚帕里斯和他的族人，将美丽的海伦带回自己的家园。
但回来的人寥寥无几，王后海伦那致命的美貌，让希腊和特洛伊的男人们在漫长的十年间，将泪与血洒满疆场。
Chapter 1 What Led to the Siege of Troy
In the deep forest that clothes Mount Ida， not far from the strong city of Troy， Paris， son of King Priam， watched his father’s flocks by night.
Suddenly through the dim woods he saw a light， as if the golden sun and the silver moon shone together.
And， look! In the radiance of this light there stood before him the three fairest of the goddesses—queenly Hera， wise Athene， and lovely Aphrodite.
The soft voice of Hera came like music stealing through the trees:
“Of all mortal men you are the most beautiful， Paris， and to you we come for judgment. Tell us which of us is the fairest of all. And give this golden apple to that one whom you think so.”
So spoke Hera， and placed in the hand of Paris an apple of purest gold.
Again she spoke， “If to me， Hera， queen of goddesses， and wife of mighty Zeus， king of all the gods， you do grant the prize of loveliness， Power immeasurable shall be yours. You shall be king of the lands where the grey dawn rises， and king even to where the red sun goes down. A hundred peoples shall call you lord.”
She was silent， and the voice of Athene， fair and pure as a silver moonbeam， broke the stillness of the starless night.
“To me award the prize，” she said， “and wise as the gods you shall be. With me as your friend and guide， all things will be possible to you.”
Last of all， standing in a rosy light， as of the dawning sunlight in the spring， spoke Aphrodite.
“What are Power and Wisdom， fair Paris?” she pled. “Power and Wisdom bring no joy at last. I will give you Love， and for your wife you shall have the fairest woman in all the world.”
And Paris， the melody of her voice still in his ears， as he gazed spellbound on her face of wondrous beauty， handed the golden prize to Aphrodite.
So was it that the wrath of the gods came upon Paris， son of Priam. For Hera and Athene， filled with rage， vowed to revenge upon Paris and all his race， and made all the gods pledge themselves to aid them in their vengeance.
Across far seas sailed Paris， with Aphrodite as his guide， to Sparta， where Menelaus was king.
A brave king was Menelaus， and happily he lived in his kingdom with Helen， his queen， fairest of all women. One child they had， a little maid， Hermione.
When Paris came to Sparta， with eyes blue as the sea and hair that gleamed like gold on his purple robe， gallant and brave， and more beautiful than any mortal man， glad was the welcome that he had from Menelaus.
And when Paris gazed on Helen’s face， he knew that in all the world there was no woman half so fair as the wife of Menelaus.
Then did Aphrodite cast her magic upon Helen.
No longer did she love her husband， nor did she remember little Hermione， her own dear child.
When Paris spoke to her words of love， and begged her to flee with him， and to be his wife， she knew only that she loved Paris more than all else. Gladly she went with him， and in his red-prowed ship together they sailed across the green waves to Troyland， where Mount Ida showed her snowy crown high above the forests.
An angry man was Menelaus when he found that Paris had stolen from him the fair wife who was to him as his own heart.
To his elder brother Agamemnon， overlord of all the Greeks， he went and told his grievous tale.
And from far and wide did the Greek hosts gather， until a hundred thousand men and eleven hundred fourscore and six ships were ready to cross the seas to Troyland.
Many were the heroes who sailed away from Greece to punish Paris and his kin， and to bring back fair Helen to her own land.
There were few who came home， for ten long years of woe and of spilling of blood came to the men of Greece and of Troy from the fatal beauty of Helen the queen.
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