Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“‘Who art thou of the sons of men, and whence? Where is thy city? Where
are they that begat thee? I marvel to see how thou hast drunk of this
charm, and wast nowise subdued. Nay, for there lives no man else that
is proof against this charm, whoso hath drunk thereof, and once it hath
passed his lips. But thou hast, methinks, a mind within thee that may
not be enchanted. Verily thou art Odysseus, ready at need, whom he of
the golden wand, the slayer of Argos, full often told me was to come
hither, on his way from Troy with his swift black ship. Nay come, put
thy sword into the sheath, and thereafter let us go up into my bed,
that meeting in love and sleep we may trust each the other.’
“So spake she, but I answered her, saying: ‘Nay, Circe, how canst thou
bid me be gentle to thee, who hast turned my company into swine within
thy halls, and holding me here with a guileful heart requirest me to
pass within thy chamber and go up into thy bed, that so thou mayest
make me a dastard and unmanned when thou hast me naked? Nay, never will
I consent to go up into thy bed, except thou wilt deign, goddess, to
swear a mighty oath, that thou wilt plan nought else of mischief to
mine own hurt.’
“So I spake, and she straightway swore the oath not to harm me, as I
bade her. But when she had sworn and had done that oath, then at last I
went up into the beautiful bed of Circe.
“Now all this while her handmaids busied them in the halls, four
maidens that are her serving women in the house. They are born of the
wells and of the woods and of the holy rivers, that flow forward into
the salt sea. Of these one cast upon the chairs goodly coverlets of
purple above, and spread a linen cloth thereunder. And lo, another drew
up silver tables to the chairs, and thereon set for them golden
baskets. And a third mixed sweet honey-hearted wine in a silver bowl,
and set out cups of gold. And a fourth bare water, and kindled a great
fire beneath the mighty cauldron. So the water waxed warm; but when it
boiled in the bright brazen vessel, she set me in a bath and bathed me
with water from out a great cauldron, pouring it over head and
shoulders, when she had mixed it to a pleasant warmth, till from my
limbs she took away the consuming weariness. Now after she had bathed
me and anointed me well with olive oil, and cast about me a fair mantle
and a doublet, she led me into the halls and set me on a chair with
studs of silver, a goodly carven chair, and beneath was a footstool for
the feet. And a handmaid bare water for the hands in a goodly golden
ewer, and poured it forth over a silver basin to wash withal; and to my
side she drew a polished table, and a grave dame bare wheaten bread and
set it by me, and laid on the board many dainties, giving freely of
such things as she had by her. And she bade me eat, but my soul found
no pleasure therein. I sat with other thoughts, and my heart had a
boding of ill.
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