The city holds its breath, silent and waiting for the hammer of the gods to fall. From the high, ancient stones of Pergamos laid there by the Earthshaker himself, Cassandra watches Priam’s cart creep through the dust, bearing the body of her slain brother. She stands above, surveying the scene from on high, alone and isolated, crying out in existential fury; below her, the crowd swells. The keening rises. Her cry is taken up by the crowd below and carried aloft, far into the walls and homes of Troy as the people realise what has happened: Hector is dead and his body is returning home for the final time.
The people cry for what they have lost, but Cassandra? Cassandra grieves everything they’re about to lose, at the bitter fate awaiting the city and its people now that its last, greatest defender has fallen. She feels the final storm gathering, the only person in Troy for whom the future has already arrived. What must it have felt like for her, alone on those battlements, grieving not just what has happened, but everything that is about to happen? To be united with your city in shared grief, and yet, at the same time, to feel utterly isolated and alone?
Cassandra is one of those beautifully tragic characters in Greek mythology that has a remarkable ability to linger in our collective psyche. But her tragedy is almost always framed as the woman who no one believed until it was too late. The true tragedy of Cassandra’s story, I would argue, is not that she was never believed – but that she was and, in the end, it made no difference whatsoever. Belief changed nothing for Cassandra or her fate. And yet she kept speaking out, to great personal cost.
It is this haunting image that has always stayed with me when I recall the story of Cassandra and her tragic life. Why does Homer give this pivotal moment, this shining spotlight – the first sight of Hector’s body – to Cassandra? And in doing so, what does he reveal?
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The Iliad
For a brief moment, Cassandra is alone in her grief over the death of Hector. But this moment of primacy and isolation soon passes. Within a few lines of her cry, Cassandra’s individual lamentation, her unique grief and pain, are subsumed into the collective lamentations of Troy.1 The moment has passed; the spotlight has moved on. Cassandra has served her structural purpose in beginning the keening lamentation and she is now released back into the crowd.
With one crucial and painful distinction: Troy is grieving Hector, but Cassandra grieves everything that is coming – the Greeks at the walls, the wooden horse hiding their deadliest warriors, Ajax’s vile assault, the burning of her home, her captivity by the son of Atreus and, finally, the helpless spilling of her own blood by the man’s wife in a strange land, far from her home.2 Cassandra stands inside a communal grief she cannot fully share, because her personal grief extends far beyond it. Grief for Hector has clouded the eyes of the city; they cannot see beyond the death of their glorious defender, but Cassandra can. She has always known how this war ends and where her path leads.3
Homer grants Cassandra the first sight of Hector’s final return to the walls of Troy, then almost immediately takes that sight and voice away from us and Cassandra is assimilated into the faceless horde of grieving Trojans. The spotlight passes instead to Hecuba and Andromache, after Cassandra the natural successors for taking up the mourning as mother and wife.4 But what happens when an ancient source allows Cassandra to speak, to give voice to her grief?
Trojan Women
Later, Troy has fallen. Everything Cassandra saw on the walls of Pergamos has come to pass. Euripides’ portrayal of the prospects of the surviving women of Troy is a bleak one: they wait, clustered together like cattle in an auction, to be told which Greek warrior will draw their lot to claim them as spear-wife or a prize of war.5 They wait, in effect, to be told the name of the Greek warrior that will rape them. Andromache clings to the baby in her arms, Astyanax, Hector’s son, dreading the fate some part of her must already know awaits the baby.
The Greek herald announces Cassandra will join Agamemnon in a ‘marriage’ and Cassandra enters, brandishing flaming torches like one would find at a wedding ceremony, and seems half-mad with religious fervour as she calls out in a chilling act of defiance:
“Hold up the torch, show it, bring it on.
Euripides, 308-313, trans. Shirley Barlow
See how I reverence this temple. I make it
blaze with light. O Lord Hymenaeus! Blessed
the bridegroom, blessed am I, to be married
in a royal wedding at Argos. O Hymen, Lord
Hymenaeus!”
Cassandra’s reaction is startling to the other Trojan women to say the least. Cassandra greets the news that she will be joined to Agamemnon in a marriage with what looks like celebration. She even calls out to Hymenaeus, the ritual god of marriage ceremonies, carrier of the bridal torch, leader of the wedding procession, and invokes him. Euripides weaponised Cassandra’s prophetic vision to a brilliantly dark effect: she is not a bride, but a captive. Her marriage is not consensual, but coerced at spear-point. The torches she carries are not symbols of joy, burning brightly at the start of lives newly joined. They are inverted, twisted, warped – a parody of the ritual the Greeks pretend she is entering into. The ‘wedding’ is little more than a pretence, an attempt to sanitise rape and dress it up as something easier to stomach, to dismiss and reduce what will happen to these women as a natural consequence of being on the losing side of a war, so that the consciences of the warriors can sleep easy at night next to the women they abduct and assault.
Cassandra isn’t suffering from delirium or frenzy, as the Chorus try to claim; she sees clearest of them all. Here, Euripides primes us and the women to dismiss Cassandra, to disbelieve what she will say, to write her off as a woman at the very frayed edges of her sanity. When Hecuba reproaches her daughter for the display and reminds her of the fate awaiting them, Cassandra’s response is one that makes the blood run cold:
“[..] the renowned lord of the Greeks, Agamemnon, will in marrying me, make a more disastrous marriage than Helen’s. For I will kill him and make his house desolate in revenge for my brothers’ and my father’s blood.”6
Her prophetic sight, itself a curse from Apollo, allows her to greet what is about to happen with not acceptance, but readiness, and cold fury. Euripides gives voice to a woman whose entire tragedy has already happened in her eyes, at the very beginning of the play. She knows full well what awaits her in the House of Atreus – the “axe which will fall on [her] throat”7 – and has always known that her path would lead this way. Her only consolation is the knowledge that she and her family will be avenged: she may die in Agamemnon’s home, but he will share her bitter fate before long because the axe hanging above her head waits for his neck, too. She doesn’t want the pity of the other Trojan women or even her mother Hecuba, because she has the certainty of her knowledge: “For by my marriage I shall destroy those you and I hate the most.”8
To the Trojan women around her, Cassandra’s prophetic clarity is virtually indistinguishable from madness. Yet everything Cassandra says is true – in a way, the Trojans were victorious as she says: the few Greeks that make it home intact will be lucky if they remain that way for long, while the Trojan warriors will live on forever as the glorious dead defenders of their homeland.9 Her absolute truth is dismissed as disorder, or lunacy. Cassandra is not allowed to be a winner herself, but she can achieve some form of personal victory by taking delight, as Wilson says, “in the downfall and suffering of [her] enemies.”10
Cassandra’s grief, and the grief of the Trojan women, is a socially dangerous thing. There is no blood-price to be paid for the destruction of their city, no compensation that could be offered for the losses they have suffered. The only way to balance the scales will be for them, or their offspring, to avenge them by killing the Greeks. Euripides gives Cassandra a moment of keen intelligence and insightful analysis, but he also reveals that female intelligence without authority accompanying it was often reframed as hysteria, as mania, or delusion. It was effectively powerless. Cassandra’s words were quickly and easily dismissed and discounted, the threat they posed to the established patriarchal order suppressed and nullified. Throughout, Euripides poses a question: what does it take for Cassandra to be heard? And what will it mean when she finally is?
Agamemnon
In Aeschylus, we find our answer: initial silence and defiance. Agamemnon returns home to Mycenae in victory, Cassandra taken with him adorned in her priestly regalia like the elaborate trophy she represents to him. Wearied from travel, Agamemnon is quick to greet his wife and take his leave, leaving wife, spear-wife, and Chorus alone. It is here that Cassandra does something unthinkable: when Clytemnestra speaks to her and orders her around, Cassandra holds her silence. She refuses to answer a Greek queen, the wife of her owner and lord.11 She holds this silence until Clytemnestra leaves the scene.
Her silence is broken when she takes a step towards the golden palace. Then, as if struck by a sudden flash of prophetic insight, her blood runs cold and the realisation sinks in that she is walking to her own death, and she refuses to go silently. In one of the longest sustained female speeches in the surviving Greek literature, Aeschylus has Cassandra name with cold-blooded certainty what is about to happen: Agamemnon’s murder, her own death, with Clytemnestra as agent and Aegisthus as co-conspirator.12There is a certain irony here, in that Cassandra is permitted this voice only now that her appointed time to die has arrived. Her voice, her truth, have been effectively neutralised and rendered harmless. What possible harm could they do to anyone, now?
Then, something unthinkable happens, something that has never happened in Cassandra’s miserable life so far: the Chorus believes what she says, in a lengthy exchange of prophetic visions of the bloodied past and coming future of Agamemnon’s bloodline. The Chorus’ belief changes nothing and will not stop the fate waiting for Cassandra just beyond those doors.13
In one of Cassandra’s final acts before her death, and one of the most emotionally charged displays in the tragedy, Aeschylus has her defiantly tear the regalia of Apollo’s priestess she had been wearing until that moment and cast it at her feet:
“Why them am I keeping these (gesturing at her dress and emblems) to mock myself, and the staff and the seer’s bands around my neck? (pulling at them) You! I will destroy you, before my own fate! (hurling them to the ground) Fall there and be damned! And I shall keep company with you; make some other woman rich with ruin in my place!” – Aeschylus, 1264-1269, trans. Christopher Collard
Cassandra goes into her death not as a prophetess, not as an instrument or toy of Apollo to be lusted after and punished when denied; not as the priestess of Troy clad in the priestly armour that offered no protection to her; not as the spear-wife slave of Agamemnon to be raped and possessed as a trophy or conquest. What is she refusing when she casts away Apollo’s priestess garb and what does she claim in return? She strips herself of every identity imposed on her by a god, by conquest, by mythology and the world itself, and greets her death as truly and solely herself in an act of self-possession so complete and costly it haunts all who read it.
The world Cassandra moved through – Troy, the Greek camp, Argos – has no conceivable way of receiving what she knows deep to her core and translating it into action. The atrocities committed against women will continue and be sanitised; war is a nasty business, after all, and her death “is a slave’s death, an easy victory”, one that can be erased and forgotten about with “the wipe of a wet sponge.”14 Cassandra’s tragedy is not that she was never believed. It is that belief, when it finally arrived, changed nothing. Apollo’s curse was never about credibility, it was about power and who could wield it.
It was this fate that Cassandra saw waiting for her, high atop the walls of Pergamos, when the city she knew and loved still existed, before her people were fractured and broken. She saw it coming, she knew the fate that awaited them all, and she said so. In the bitter end, as the doors of the House of Atreus close behind her, the Chorus finally realise – she was right.
The Golden Thread
My main takeaway... There is a pattern emerging about the voice and role of women in Greek tragedy and drama. Ariadne had intelligence and leverage and yet was still abandoned despite her brilliance. Cassandra had intelligence and prophetic sight that mortals could only dream of and yet could do nothing to stop the grim fate waiting for her and her people. They are two different perspectives of the same broken, unequal system. Intelligence, agency, even prophetic gifts… these are not enough to carry a woman through a world like the ancient Greek one that depended on patriarchal structures of power and warrior honour.
Cassandra and Ariadne’s tragedies, although different, have always raised a question in my mind: What does it say about a civilisation that its mythology is full of brilliant women who cannot save themselves but is full of men who wouldn’t have succeeded without them? All we can do is ensure that the precious few voices we have like Cassandra’s are preserved against the wipe of a wet sponge seeking to erase the picture.
Notes
- Homer, The Iliad, trans. Emily Wilson (New York: W. W. Norton, 2023), 24.686-704.↩
- Apollodorus, The Library, trans. J. G. Frazer, 2 vols., Loeb Classical Library (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1921), Epitome 5.17-22.↩
- Pindar, Pythian Odes, trans. William H. Race, Loeb Classical Library (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1997), 11.17-25.↩
- Homer, Iliad, 24.699-704.↩
- Euripides, Trojan Women, trans. Shirley Barlow (Warminster: Aris & Phillips, 1986), 308-340.↩
- Ibid., 308-313. ↩
- Ibid., 356-360.↩
- Ibid., 362.↩
- Ibid., 406-407.↩
- Ibid., 369-394.↩
- Emily Wilson, introduction to The Iliad (New York: W. W. Norton, 2023), 82.↩
- Aeschylus, Agamemnon, in Oresteia, trans. Christopher Collard, Oxford World’s Classics (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2003), 1035-1069.↩
- Ibid., 1107-1129.↩
- bid., 1242-1340.↩
- Ibid., 1326-1327.↩
Bibliography
Primary Sources
Aeschylus. Agamemnon. Translated by Christopher Collard. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2008.
Apollodorus. Library and Epitome. Translated by J. G. Frazer. 2 vols. Loeb Classical Library. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1921.
Euripides. Trojan Women. Translated by Shirley Barlow. Warminster: Aris & Phillips, 1986.
Homer. The Iliad. Translated by Emily Wilson. New York: W. W. Norton, 2023.
Pindar. Pythian Odes. Translated by William H. Race. Loeb Classical Library. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1997.
Secondary Sources
Wilson, Emily. Introduction to The Iliad. New York: W. W. Norton, 2023.
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