Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“So spake they, but I answered them with soft words: ‘Behold, let us
first of all draw up the ship ashore, and bestow our goods in the caves
and all our gear. And do ye bestir you, one and all, to go with me,
that ye may see your fellows in the sacred dwelling of Circe, eating
and drinking, for they have continual store.’
“So spake I, and at once they hearkened to my words, but Eurylochus
alone would have holden all my companions, and uttering his voice he
spake to them winged words:
“‘Wretched men that we are! whither are we going? Why are your hearts
so set on sorrow that ye should go down to the hall of Circe, who will
surely change us all to swine, or wolves, or lions, to guard her great
house perforce, according to the deeds that the Cyclops wrought, when
certain of our company went to his inmost fold, and with them went
Odysseus, ever hardy, for through the blindness of his heart did they
too perish?’
“So spake he, but I mused in my heart whether to draw my long hanger
from my stout thigh, and therewith smite off his head and bring it to
the dust, albeit he was very near of kin to me; but the men of my
company stayed me on every side with soothing words:
“‘Prince of the seed of Zeus, as for this man, we will suffer him, if
thou wilt have it so, to abide here by the ship and guard the ship; but
as for us, be our guide to the sacred house of Circe.’
“So they spake and went up from the ship and the sea. Nay, nor yet was
Eurylochus left by the hollow ship, but he went with us, for he feared
my terrible rebuke.
“Meanwhile Circe bathed the rest of my company in her halls with all
care, and anointed them well with olive oil; and cast thick mantles and
doublets about them. And we found them all feasting nobly in the halls.
And when they saw and knew each other face to face, they wept and
mourned, and the house rang around. Then she stood near me, that fair
goddess, and spake saying:
“‘Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many devices, no
more now wake this plenteous weeping: myself I know of all the pains ye
endured upon the teeming deep, and the great despite done you by
unkindly men upon the land. Nay come, eat ye meat and drink wine, till
your spirit shall return to you again, as it was when first ye left
your own country of rugged Ithaca; but now are ye wasted and wanting
heart, mindful evermore of your sore wandering, nor has your heart ever
been merry, for very grievous hath been your trial.’
“So spake she, and our lordly spirit consented thereto. So there we sat
day by day for the full circle of a year, feasting on abundant flesh
and sweet wine. But when now a year had gone, and the seasons returned
as the months waned, and the long days came in their course, then did
my dear company call me forth, and say:
“‘Good sir, now is it high time to mind thee of thy native land, if it
is ordained that thou shalt be saved, and come to thy lofty house and
thine own country.’
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