I scent the track of crimes done long ago. For from this roof never departs a chorus chanting in unison, but singing not a happy tune; for it tells not of good. And so, gorged on human blood, so as to be the more emboldened, a reveling band of kindred Furies haunts the house, hard to drive away.
“Agamemnon” by Aeschylus (lines 1185-1190)
Herbert Weir Smyth, tr.
The Erinyes (aka. the Furies) for @classicstober day 27.
This is sort of a literal interpretation of Cassandra’s speech in “Agamemnon”. I envisioned her, with her divine sight, looking upon the Erinyes as they collect on the roof of Agamemnon’s house, like vultures waiting for the violence about to transpire.
Though the Erinyes aren’t depicted as dog-headed in Ancient Greece, I liked the idea of giving them something to really separate themselves from the Gorgons and make them seem more vicious and demonic.
