I am not Cassandra

Cassandra was a beautiful woman, a Trojan princess, daughter of Priam and Hecuba, who was endowed with the gift of prophecy. Wooed by Apollo, she spurned him and was punished: Even though her predictions invariably came true, as in the case of Troy being invaded by the Greeks, no one believed her until it was too late. She was carried off to Mycenae as a spoil of war by Agamemnon and murdered along with him by her captor’s wife Clytemnestra, and her lover Aegisthus, who sought vengeance for the sacrifice of their daughter Iphegenia in order that the Greek fleet would have good sailing winds.

Poor Cassandra! The worst part is that she saw it all coming and was powerless to do anything about it. She even saw past her own death to the tale of bloody revenge exacted by Agamemnon’s children, Electra and Orestes, the subject of Aeschylus’ famous trilogy.

And what is the moral of this sad story, you may ask? Do not spurn the love of a god.