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
So the voyagers examined the web of cloth which the beautiful woman
had been weaving in her loom; and, to their vast astonishment, they
saw their own figures perfectly represented in different colored
threads. It was a life-like picture of their recent adventures,
showing them in the cave of Polyphemus, and how they had put out his
one great moony eye; while in another part of the tapestry they were
untying the leathern bags, puffed out with contrary winds; and farther
on they beheld themselves scampering away from the gigantic king of
the Læstrygons, who had caught one of them by the leg. Lastly, there
they were, sitting on the desolate shore of this very island, hungry
and downcast, and looking ruefully at the bare bones of the stag which
they devoured yesterday. This was as far as the work had yet
proceeded; but when the beautiful woman should again sit down at her
loom, she would probably make a picture of what had since happened to
the strangers, and of what was now going to happen.
"You see," she said, "that I know all about your troubles; and you
cannot doubt that I desire to make you happy for as long a time as you
may remain with me. For this purpose, my honored guests, I have
ordered a banquet to be prepared. Fish, fowl, and flesh, roasted and
in luscious stews, and seasoned, I trust, to all your tastes, are
ready to be served up. If your appetites tell you it is dinner-time,
then come with me to the festal saloon."
At this kind invitation the hungry mariners were quite overjoyed; and
one of them, taking upon himself to be spokesman, assured their
hospitable hostess that any hour of the day was dinner-time with them,
whenever they could get flesh to put in the pot, and fire to boil it
with. So the beautiful woman led the way; and the four maidens (one of
them had sea-green hair, another a bodice of oak bark, a third
sprinkled a shower of water drops from her fingers' ends, and the
fourth had some other oddity, which I have forgotten), all these
followed behind, and hurried the guests along until they entered a
magnificent saloon. It was built in a perfect oval, and lighted from
a crystal dome above. Around the walls were ranged two-and-twenty
thrones, overhung by canopies of crimson and gold, and provided with
the softest of cushions, which were tasseled and fringed with gold
cord. Each of the strangers was invited to sit down; and there they
were, two-and-twenty storm-beaten mariners, in worn and tattered garb,
sitting on two-and-twenty cushioned and canopied thrones, so rich and
gorgeous that the proudest monarch had nothing more splendid in his
stateliest hall.
Then you might have seen the guests nodding, winking with one eye, and
leaning from one throne to another, to communicate their satisfaction
in hoarse whispers.
"Our good hostess has made kings of us all," said one. "Ha! do you
smell the feast? I'll engage it will be fit to set before
two-and-twenty kings."
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