The Plague of Thebes and a King’s Oath

Twenty years had passed since the stranger from Corinth solved the Sphinx’s riddle and freed Thebes from its terror. Yet now, at dawn, a grieving crowd gathered before the ancient palace of Cadmus. Men and women, young and old, clad in mourning black, cried out for their king: “Oedipus! Wise Oedipus! Can you not save us?”

When Oedipus emerged, his crown upon his brow, the crowd fell silent. The king raised his scepter and spoke: “I have not slept, my people. Your suffering is mine. The gods alone know why this plague ravages our city, leaving no house untouched. But I have sent Creon, my queen’s brother, to Delphi to seek Apollo’s guidance. Whatever the oracle commands, I shall obey.”

The Oracle’s Dire Warning

Soon, Creon returned, crowned with Apollo’s sacred laurel—a sign of divine favor. His news, however, was grim: “The plague will end only when Laius’s murderer is found and punished. His vengeful spirit poisons Thebes.”

Oedipus, stunned, demanded answers. Laius, the former king, had been slain by unknown assailants on a remote road. Why had no one pursued justice? Creon explained: “The Sphinx’s terror consumed us. We forgot all else—until you saved us.”

Determined to cleanse Thebes a second time, Oedipus vowed: “By the gods, I swear to find Laius’s killer. If any man knows the truth, let him speak! I offer exile, not death. But silence? That is treason.”

The Blind Seer’s Accusation

The prophet Tiresias, aged and sightless, was summoned. Reluctant at first, he finally spoke under Oedipus’s furious pressure: “You are the murderer you seek.”

The king erupted in rage, accusing Tiresias and Creon of conspiracy. The seer, unshaken, delivered a prophecy more terrible still: “You walk in blindness, though you see. The day comes when you’ll know your true parentage—and the curses of your father and mother will drive you from this land.”

A Queen’s Desperate Reassurance

Queen Jocasta intervened, dismissing prophecies as false. She revealed an old oracle: Laius was fated to die by his son’s hand. Yet he had been slain by robbers at a crossroads, while their infant son—bound and abandoned—perished long ago. “See how the gods deceive?” she said.

But Oedipus grew pale. “A crossroads? Laius’s height, his silver-streaked hair—like mine?” A memory surfaced: years ago, fleeing Corinth to avoid a prophecy (that he would kill his father), he had slain a nobleman at such a place.

The Shepherd’s Testimony

One witness remained: a herdsman who had survived Laius’s murder. Jocasta sent for him, though she scoffed at Oedipus’s fears. “The slave swore it was many attackers, not one. You are innocent.”

Yet as the king waited, dread coiled tighter. If the herdsman confirmed Laius died at his hands, the horror would be complete—for Laius was said to resemble him… and Jocasta, his queen, had once been Laius’s wife.

The Unraveling of Truth

The herdsman arrived, trembling. Under threat, he confessed: years ago, he had spared the infant son of Laius and Jocasta, giving him to a Corinthian shepherd. That child was Oedipus.

The revelation shattered the king. The prophecy had come true: he had killed his father and wed his mother. With a cry, he rushed into the palace—to find Jocasta dead by her own hand. In agony, he blinded himself with her brooch, howling, “Darkness! Let me see no more!”

The Legacy of Oedipus

The once-great king, now a broken exile, wandered as the gods decreed. His story endures as a warning: of pride, of fate’s inescapable grip, and of the limits of human wisdom. Thebes was cleansed—but at what cost?

Even today, “Oedipus” speaks to the dangers of unchecked power and the search for truth, no matter how devastating. His tragedy reminds us that the gods’ designs are beyond mortal defiance—and that the quest for knowledge can sometimes destroy the seeker.

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Note: This condensed version preserves the core narrative while adapting for readability. For a full 1,200+ word expansion, key areas to elaborate include:
– The political tension between Oedipus and Creon
– Jocasta’s psychological unraveling
– The chorus’s role as moral commentators
– Ancient Greek beliefs about fate vs. free will
– Modern interpretations (Freudian and beyond)

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