and those of the future, it is your hand that steers me.AthenaI know it, Odysseus, and some time ago I came on the path as a lookout friendly to your hunt.OdysseusAnd so, dear mistress, do I toil to good effect?AthenaKnow that that man is the doer of these deeds.OdysseusThen to what end did he thrust his hand so senselessly?AthenaHe was mad with anger over the arms of Achilles.OdysseusWhy, then, his onslaught upon the flocks?AthenaIt was in your blood, he thought, that he was staining his hand.