when the straight, swift blow of the bronze-jawed axe was sped against him. Deceit was the plotter, Lust the slayer, two dread parents of a dreadfulphantom, whether it was god or mortal that did this deed.ElectraO that hated day, hated beyond all that have come to me; O that night, the terrible grief of that unutterable feast, the shameless death-strokesmy father saw from their twin hands, hands which took my life captive by treachery, which cast me to ruin! May the great god of Olympus