When Ulysses reached the lawn, in front of the palace, the lions and
other savage animals came bounding to meet him, and would have fawned
upon him and licked his feet. But the wise king struck at them with
his long spear, and sternly bade them begone out of his path; for he
knew that they had once been bloodthirsty men, and would now tear him
limb from limb, instead of fawning upon him, could they do the mischief
that was in their hearts. The wild beasts yelped and glared at him, and
stood at a distance, while he ascended the palace steps.
On entering the hall, Ulysses saw the magic fountain in the center
of it. The up-gushing water had now again taken the shape of a man
in a long, white, fleecy robe, who appeared to be making gestures
of welcome. The king likewise heard the noise of the shuttle in the
loom, and the sweet melody of the beautiful woman's song, and then the
pleasant voices of herself and the four maidens talking together, with
peals of merry laughter intermixed. But Ulysses did not waste much time
in listening to the laughter or the song. He leaned his spear against
one of the pillars of the hall, and then, after loosening his sword in
the scabbard, stepped boldly forward, and threw the folding doors wide
open. The moment she beheld his stately figure standing in the doorway,
the beautiful woman rose from the loom, and ran to meet him with a glad
smile throwing its sunshine over her face, and both her hands extended.
"Welcome, brave stranger!" cried she. "We were expecting you."
And the nymph with the sea-green hair made a courtesy down to the
ground, and likewise bade him welcome; so did her sister with the
bodice of oaken bark, and she that sprinkled dewdrops from her fingers'
ends, and the fourth one with some oddity which I cannot remember. And
Circe, as the beautiful enchantress was called, (who had deluded so
many persons that she did not doubt of being able to delude Ulysses,
not imagining how wise he was,) again addressed him:--
"Your companions," said she, "have already been received into my
palace, and have enjoyed the hospitable treatment to which the
propriety of their behavior so well entitles them. If such be your
pleasure, you shall first take some refreshment, and then join them in
the elegant apartment which they now occupy. See, I and my maidens have
been weaving their figures into this piece of tapestry."
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