The Women of Troy Trilogy #2

You’d think if a husband sacrificed his daughter to the gods just so he could get favourable winds to set off on an expedition with his war bros and bring back his brother’s runaway girlfriend, even if he didn’t then fight a long war, saw thousands die as a result, sacked a city, and women were raped and enslaved, that he was probably going to be killed by his wife when he got home, anyway. Even before he crowned all this chaos by marrying a younger woman while he was away. What happens in Vegas, they say, stays in Vegas, but what happens at Troy is bound to come back and bite a bunch of Greek kings on the arse. In this particular case it’s Agamemnon’s arse, the wife is Clytemnestra, the unfortunate daughter is Iphigenia and the younger bride is King Priam’s daughter, Cassandra, thought by some to be a little bit crazy. She keeps making these prophecies, you see, that no one believes, even if she has an uncanny track record of being right. She’s already foreseen that Agamemnon’s first marriage will end in slaughter, and she’s willing to go down with him, to revenge her father.

Oh, and the brother is Menelaus, infuriated that his girl, Helen, has been whipped off to Troy by that irredeemable playboy, Paris. Cue the armada …

If you were meaning to read The Women of Troy, I have to be honest: this is not really what the book is about. But you know how it is with the Trojan War. There are a lot of details and side plots. Where does it really start? Where does it really end? Yet Agamemnon’s future ill-fated return home will prove relevant, so this was as good a place to begin as any. Here we go …

The Women of Troy is the second book in Pat Barker’s Trojan series, and the story will be concluded when Agamemnon makes that return journey in the third book in the series, The Journey Home. The Women of Troy is the story of the Greek forces after the fall of Troy, and of the Trojan women who have been enslaved or married by the Greek commanders. The first book in the series, The Silence of the Girls, roughly coincides with the events of Homer’s Iliad: although Homer doesn’t give us specifics about Briseis’ experience during the fall of her city, Lyrnessus, which resulted in her capture and her becoming a war prize for Achilles, the Greeks’ greatest fighter. (AN ASIDE: It’s a terrible thing, a human being made a prize of war, but this is an era when slavery was common and considered normal, and the taking of prizes was an important part of this war culture. Cities were invaded, valuables were taken as part of the reward, and that included women). When Agamemnon takes Briseis from Achilles in compensation for his own girl, whom he has had to give back to a local priest to appease the gods and stave off a plague (or a wave of attacks by Apollo’s arrows, to speak more mythically), he is imposing a terrible humiliation, and thus we have the moment when the story of Homer’s Iliad begins, some ten years into the war. His narrative is narrowly focused on Achilles’ feud with Agamemnon and the results of that. His account finishes shortly after the funeral of Hector, before Achilles death, and before the Trojan Horse and the fall of Troy.

Pat Barker, however, focuses primarily on the experiences of Briseis in this series: how the war impacts women who are made slaves or wives against their wills.

So, if you want a rough idea what Barker’s series is drawing from you need to go beyond Homer. There are a variety of ancient texts known as the Epic Cycle which tell the story of Troy, and Homer’s Iliad is the largest and most complete of those that has survived. The third book in this series, The Voyage Home, draws from Homer’s Odyssey, but it also draws upon events from Aeschylus’ play, Agamemnon, in which Agamemnon is murdered by his wife, Clytemnestra, upon his return home. But this book, The Women of Troy, isn’t really based on Homer at all. It begins with the Trojan Horse and the fall of Troy, and the death of Priam is a major aspect of the plot. But to find a source for those you’d best look in the second book of Virgil’s Aeneid, which introduces the Trojan Horse and finishes off the Trojan War, but overall, it’s more interested in a version of the Roman origin story.

The Women of Troy takes up the story roughly from that point, although Barker allows herself some overlap between her first two novels in the trilogy to properly reintroduce us to Pyrrhus, Achilles’ son, who has arrived in Troy after his father’s death towards the end of the first novel. Nevertheless, he gains honour from his part in the invasion of the city, and by personally killing Troy’s King Priam. But Pyrrhus is an insecure fellow. The novel begins with the Greek soldiers huddled in the bowels of the Trojan Horse as it is brought into Troy. We are privy to Pyrrhus’ insecurity and fear: first that they may be discovered and killed by the Trojans; but also because he has a mighty shit on board, and Pyrrhus cannot bear the humiliation of having to be the first to use the primitive facilities they have installed at the back of the horse, which would possibly betray their presence to the Trojans. He is young with a legendary father and he has much to prove. Pyrrhus’ character is a central driver for Barker’s plot.

But the main focus of the plot of The Women of Troy is around the thwarted efforts of the Greek forces to leave after the city is conquered and its riches taken. A strong wind blows against the coast, preventing the ships from leaving the harbour. As far as my knowledge extends, Barker is taking some poetic licence with her plot, here. (ANOTHER ASIDE: For those interested, Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey were part of a larger collection of poems now known as The Epic Cycle, written by various authors around the events of the Trojan War. However, apart from Homer’s epics, the rest of the poems have now been lost. They exist only in fragments, usually of only a few lines, and what we know of their stories often comes from summaries, through references by other writers or by writers like Ovid, who used aspects of the Epic Cycle as a basis for their own works. For example, the Athenian playwright, Aeschylus, based his plays known collectively as The Oresteia, particularly the first, Agamemnon, upon the poem now lost to us, Nostoi (Return Home), which was an account of the various fates of the Greek heroes on their way home from the war. The difficulties Odysseus faces in his attempt to return home are well documented in Homer’s Odyssey; it takes him and his men just as long to get home as it took to fight the war. But the Nostoi told the various fates of other fighters. As an example, Diomedes is delayed by storms while Nestor makes it back relatively easily. Little Ajax, however, is wrecked off the coast of Euboea by a lightning bolt from Athena, angry at his rape of Cassandra, but he survives. Poseidon kills him anyway, not for the rape, but for his boasting that he has thwarted the gods’ efforts to kill him. Poseidon splits the rock upon which he has escaped to safety and he drowns.)

In short, from what I can tell, there was no mass delay for the Greek forces wanting to leave Troy. Barker is doing what we pay authors to do. She is making stuff up, although in a literary style by borrowing from other stories as a basis for a new version of events. First, we’ve already mentioned Agammemnon sacrificing his daughter, Iphigenia, just to leave Greece. Iphigenia’s story is recounted by Euripides in his play, Iphigenia in Aulis. This is where that bit becomes relevant. Barker makes the whole expedition to Troy even more irksome for the Greek forces by delaying their departure with a mighty wind that blows onshore and prevents their boats leaving the harbour, thereby repeating the circumstances that plagued the expedition’s setting off in the first place. Which god have they offended and by what action, to cause such an incessant and troubling wind? Briseis feels there are some obvious answers. Little Ajax raped Cassandra, a virgin priestess, on the altar of Athena: a little bit of desecration, if you’re not counting the rape. And Pyrrhus has not only killed Priam – an old man wearing his armour but barely able to raise a weapon – but he has left his body to rot on the beach and forbids anyone to bury it, on pain of death. Barker’s basis for this gruesome detail appears to be these lines from Virgil:

• A power trunk is lying on the shore.
• The head wrenched from the shoulders.
• A corpse without a name.

Other than that, the affront to the gods is a mystery, it seems, and any insight a woman may have into the matter, like Briseis, will only be ignored because of the woman bit. Women have no agency. None are even suspected of trying to bury Priam. Only men are suspected. Women are somewhat invisible in this world beyond the purposes of cooking, sex and reproduction.

Of course, we should be alert to another borrowing Barker has made here. The plot of The Women of Troy is basically that of Antigone, too. Leaving a body unburied is a defilement against an enemy or traitor. In Sophocles’ Antigone King Creon decrees that the body of his traitorous son, Polynices, should be left outside the city walls. Antigone knows this is an unnatural act and in contravention of the gods. She is appalled by her father’s decree and chooses to defy his will to bury her brother. Creon is a real bastard and orders that Antigone be buried alive. She hangs herself.

This seems to be a basis for the story of The Women of Troy. Priam is left rotting on the beach and a pious young woman assigned to Briseis to keep her company, Amina, finds she cannot let her old king lie like an animal, with no means by which he may enter the Underworld. This brings her to Pyrrhus’ attention and places at her in danger of execution.

As a character driven story, The Women of Troy is primarily the story of Pyrrhus and Briseis. Each is growing into a role of leadership. Briseis understands that Andromache, Hector’s widow, is not in a mental state to lead after the death of her husband and child, while Helle is too focused on her own welfare, and Amina’s religious purity makes her unbending and too narrowly focused to be a leader of this disparate group of women. It is with Briseis whom we identify. Her story is told in first person. Barker allows her to recount memories from the first book through the motif of wool, a symbol of female industry, in which spinning represents unspooling memory. Her memories of her sister’s probable death during the sacking of Lyrnessus, or the trembling fear she feels on the first night she waits for Achilles to take her to bed, make her a sympathetic character, but also makes her empathetic to the fears and insecurities of all the women captured more recently from Troy, whom she may now support.

But it is through the peccadilloes of Pyrrhus’s character that the plot is given life. Men, after all, have agency in this world. Women do not. Pyrrhus’ chapters are told using third person narrative. He is not a sympathetic character. The nearest he comes to acting with any nobility is his decision to treat Helenus, Cassandra’s brother, with some kindness. He helps him bath his wounds and feeds him. But in these scenes, Pyrrhus is merely trying on a new version of himself; trying to ape the compassion shown by his father to Priam, because he simply does not understand it. His father was a so much greater man, despite his faults. On the whole, Pyrrhus is a spiteful, insecure and cruel young man. He kicks Calchas, the priest, in the arse to humiliate him, and he drives a knife into Helenus – just a little, he would tell you – even though he knows Helenus has nothing to do with Priam’s corpse. It is a mean act that elicits some shame in him, at least. But only because Pyrrhus is a man uncertain, confused; a man incapable of understanding the noblest act of Achilles, when he returned Hector’s body to Priam and treated Priam with respect.

We first see Pyrrhus sitting in the wooden horse, remembering his old horse from childhood, Rufus, which he seems to have formed a greater bond with than any human. From the start, Pyrrhus’ old horse provides us with a neat metaphor for Pyrrhus, himself. Rufus was riddled with redworm, a parasite fatal to horses. Pyrrhus remembers his old horse while he sits frightened inside the wooden horse with his companions, as they are about to invade and destroy their hosts. But Pyrrhus’ mind is also riddled with the memory of his father, which he cannot overcome. He drags Priam’s body behind his chariot in imitation of Achilles’ treatment of Hector, and he encourages the loyalty of his father’s Myrmidon force, though he increasingly turns to troops from Skyros. But at night he looks into his mirror and strains to see Achilles staring back: sometimes he thinks he does, but he is also likely to see “a taunting homunculus.” He is petty – he whines about the loss of Hector’s shield he donated for a funeral rite, and now regrets the loss of – and he is insecure in his masculinity. Sex with Andromache, for him, is merely a conquest, not a pleasure – “The walls of Troy had been well and truly breached” – for he is expected to put a Greek baby in her. But when he does demand a slave woman, beyond the call of duty, he does little more than masturbate in front of her. There is the merest hint that Pyrrhus not only labours in the shadow of his famous father, but also hides a sexual secret that would undermine his reputation in this world of men. Pyrrhus’ actions, on the whole, exhibit the worst, most ignoble character of war, if war was ever meant to be noble: if we were ever meant to find anything noble in the warriors of Troy. He is a man without a guiding principle of his own, haunted by candles that sit in his tent, like accusing eyes, watching him at night.

The novel broadly characterises the world of men and women through its characters. No woman in this novel is truly free. Even if Briseis feels she has escaped the worst of captivity by marrying Alcimus, she is aware that she is treated with more respect than other women in the camp because is pregnant with Achilles’ child. The world of women and men feels sharply delineated. Pyrrhus and Briseis make us feel this in their differences not only in status, but as leaders within the camp. The contrast is made stark when we consider Calchas and Cassandra.

Neither Calchas nor Cassandra chose their positions as priest or priestess. Calchas is channelled into the priesthood when he is found performing a homosexual act with two other men. Cassandra is forced to become a priestess because her ‘madness’ made her unmarriageable. But while Calchas has lost favour with Agamemnon, it has a lot to do with his status as a Trojan, despite his long service to the Greeks. When he is needed, he is called upon and he is believed.

But Cassandra represents the fate of all women in this world.

You must know the story? How Apollo kissed me and gave me a gift of prophecy, and then when I refused to sleep with him, spat in my mouth to make sure I’d never be believed.

While Calchas must muddle around and do some detective work to try to cobble together a response to Agamemnon’s question about the problem with the wind, Cassandra merely knows when she makes her predictions. It is a rather crude and simplistic reduction but it is also true: men interpret their world and bend it to their whims, while women are of the world. The fact that they give birth ties them far more intimately to their own bodies and the realities imposed upon those bodies, and men’s efforts to control them. Men, on the other hand, strike out and make shit up.

It’s a thought reflected in the observation of portents. Calchas witnesses an eagle struggling to lift a large fish from the sea. The eagle is blown onshore, exhausted, and Calchas interprets this as a sign of the Greek’s own dilemma; their inability to launch their ships. Briseis has a different feeling about the eagle:

When he looked down, he [the eagle] saw … dinner. Nothing else – nothing complex, nothing difficult, nothing that could possibly be a threat – just dinner. There was a grandeur in the simplicity of it – and I hated the idea of Calchas rubbing his smeary fingers all over it, trying to extract a “meaning.” The eagle was its own meaning.

In this observation we see so much of what the war is about. It’s not just about getting something: it has to be about honour, reputation, power and all the other associations and meanings that separates the motivation for war from the need to survive, and makes its objectives so multifarious and ineffable. But this is not an insight available to Pyrrhus. When he makes a sacrifice, two eagles flying nearby are all he needs to know that Zeus approves and he has backed the right horse.

So, The Women of Troy is not strictly a retelling, as many other novels in mythological fiction have recently been. It straddles two points in a famous story. It exists in the interstices of our inherited culture, where a story of women who have remained silent, for most of history, can be told: a narrative of slaves, wives, mothers and concubines; women who act as midwives to history, but not its makers. This is still the story of men like Pyrrhus and Agamemnon, but we are offered a new perspective: a sense that the stories told of great men are the stories they tell about themselves, first, like Pyrrhus gazing into his mirror and willing his father’s reflection to appear. As for the women, they are ancient Greeks and Trojans, but their story is the story of many women throughout history, and the silences that have been imposed upon them.

The Women of Troy Trilogy