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Cassandra

Cassandra, the most beautiful of Troy’s daughters, is the first to see the body of her brother, mutilated, beyond the walls of the city, the first to mourn the fall of the king her father, the first, too, to lament the fate of her sisters and her mother. Nothing is said of her prophetic powers, not in the earliest reports, at any rate, nothing apparently needs to be said. It is we who know the final story and not she, we who remember how Ajax, that bulwark of a man, would ravish her in front of the altar where she prayed for wisdom, and how the leader of the army, great Agamemnon himself, would rescue her—if rescue is the word—only to be murdered, with her, by his wife. It is the later le...