Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
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Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile literature
"If I am really awake," continued he, "then, in my opinion, we are on
the point of meeting with some stranger adventure than any that befell
us in the cave of Polyphemus, or among the gigantic man-eating
Læstrygons, or in the windy palace of King Æolus, which stands on a
brazen-walled island. This kind of dreamy feeling always comes over me
before any wonderful occurrence. If you take my advice, you will turn
back."
"No, no," answered his comrades, snuffing the air, in which the scent
from the palace kitchen was now very perceptible. "We would not turn
back, though we were certain that the king of the Læstrygons, as big
as a mountain, would sit at the head of the table, and huge
Polyphemus, the one-eyed Cyclops, at its foot."
At length they came within full sight of the palace, which proved to
be very large and lofty, with a great number of airy pinnacles upon
its roof. Though it was now midday, and the sun shone brightly over
the marble front, yet its snowy whiteness, and its fantastic style of
architecture, made it look unreal, like the frostwork on a window
pane, or like the shapes of castles which one sees among the clouds by
moonlight. But, just then, a puff of wind brought down the smoke of
the kitchen chimney among them, and caused each man to smell the odor
of the dish that he liked best and, after scenting it, they thought
everything else moonshine, and nothing real save this palace, and save
the banquet that was evidently ready to be served up in it.
So they hastened their steps towards the portal, but had not got
halfway across the wide lawn, when a pack of lions, tigers, and wolves
came bounding to meet them. The terrified mariners started back,
expecting no better fate than to be torn to pieces and devoured. To
their surprise and joy, however, these wild beasts merely capered
around them, wagging their tails, offering their heads to be stroked
and patted, and behaving just like so many well-bred house-dogs, when
they wish to express their delight at meeting their master or their
master's friends. The biggest lion licked the feet of Eurylochus; and
every other lion, and every wolf and tiger, singled out one of his
two-and-twenty followers, whom the beast fondled as if he loved him
better than a beef-bone.
But, for all that, Eurylochus imagined that he saw something fierce
and savage in their eyes; nor would he have been surprised, at any
moment, to feel the big lion's terrible claws, or to see each of the
tigers make a deadly spring, or each wolf leap at the throat of the
man whom he had fondled. Their mildness seemed unreal, and a mere
freak; but their savage nature was as true as their teeth and claws.
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