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
Thereon she whipped up her team of mules, and they started at a
canter, but she was careful soon to rein them in that Ulysses might
keep pace with them. But when they neared the town he stayed awhile in
a sacred grove while Nausicaa went on her way through the crowded
streets, where all turned to gaze at the princess, and thought she had
never looked so beautiful. At the palace gates her brothers gathered
round and received from her hands the garments she had washed for
them. Then she hastened to her mother's chamber.
Ulysses slowly approached the famous city of the Phæacians. Lest the
lordly mien and regal robes of the stranger should attract the
attention of the low-born crowd, Minerva spread a mist about her hero
wherein he could walk unperceived and unmolested. When he had passed
the walls of the city, he saw a girl carrying a pitcher (it was his
goddess in disguise). He accosted her and begged her to show him the
palace of Alcinous. This she did, and only left him at the gates,
telling him that Arete was a gracious Queen, and if he won her favor,
she might speed him on his homeward way. She vanished, leaving the
hero to admire the beauties of the royal gates. These were of massive
brass; a high cornice was reared above them, rich plates of gold
overlaid the folding doors, and the pillars were of silver. Two rows
of sculptured dogs in gold and silver, formed by Vulcan with divine
art, stood guardian at Alcinous' gate, and within was a pleached
garden, planted with fruit trees of all kinds, whose fruit faileth
not, winter and summer alike. Pear ripens on pear, apple on apple, fig
upon fig, and new grapes redden on the vine while the old grapes are
treading in the wine-press.
Long while Ulysses gazed and wondered. Then he crossed the threshold,
and passing unperceived through the banqueting hall, he sought the
inner chamber where sat the royal pair. And he cast his hands about
the knees of Arete, and besought her pity, and that of the King, for a
wretched exile worn with griefs and long toil. Then he sat him down
among the ashes of their hearth.
The King was moved with compassion. He raised the suppliant to a seat
beside his own, and bade him share the feast. After pouring a due
libation to Jupiter, the god of suppliants, Alcinous summoned his
captains and princes to meet in council the following day to debate
the cause of the stranger and devise proper means to transport him
safe to the distant shore he designed to reach.
When all had taken their departure and Ulysses was left alone with the
King and Queen, Arete asked him who he was, whence he came, and who
had given him that robe? For well she knew the garments her own hands
had fashioned.
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