Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“There Perimedes and Eurylochus held the victims, but I drew my sharp
sword from my thigh, and dug a pit, as it were a cubit in length and
breadth, and about it poured a drink-offering to all the dead, first
with mead and thereafter with sweet wine, and for the third time with
water. And I sprinkled white meal thereon, and entreated with many
prayers the strengthless heads of the dead, and promised that on my
return to Ithaca I would offer in my halls a barren heifer, the best I
had, and fill the pyre with treasure, and apart unto Teiresias alone
sacrifice a black ram without spot, the fairest of my flock. But when I
had besought the tribes of the dead with vows and prayers, I took the
sheep and cut their throats over the trench, and the dark blood flowed
forth, and lo, the spirits of the dead that be departed gathered them
from out of Erebus. Brides and youths unwed, and old men of many and
evil days, and tender maidens with grief yet fresh at heart; and many
there were, wounded with bronze-shod spears, men slain in fight with
their bloody mail about them. And these many ghosts flocked together
from every side about the trench with a wondrous cry, and pale fear gat
hold on me. Then did I speak to my company and command them to flay the
sheep that lay slain by the pitiless sword, and to consume them with
fire, and to make prayer to the gods, to mighty Hades and to dread
Persephone, and myself I drew the sharp sword from my thigh and sat
there, suffering not the strengthless heads of the dead to draw nigh to
the blood, ere I had word of Teiresias.
“And first came the soul of Elpenor, my companion, that had not yet
been buried beneath the wide-wayed earth; for we left the corpse behind
us in the hall of Circe, unwept and unburied, seeing that another task
was instant on us. At the sight of him I wept and had compassion on
him, and uttering my voice spake to him winged words: ‘Elpenor, how
hast thou come beneath the darkness and the shadow? Thou hast come
fleeter on foot than I in my black ship.’
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