Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“‘On the other part are two rocks, whereof the one reaches with sharp
peak to the wide heaven, and a dark cloud encompasses it; this never
streams away, and there is no clear air about the peak neither in
summer nor in harvest tide. No mortal man may scale it or set foot
thereon, not though he had twenty hands and feet. For the rock is
smooth, and sheer, as it were polished. And in the midst of the cliff
is a dim cave turned to Erebus, towards the place of darkness, whereby
ye shall even steer your hollow ship, noble Odysseus. Not with an arrow
from a bow might a man in his strength reach from his hollow ship into
that deep cave. And therein dwelleth Scylla, yelping terribly. Her
voice indeed is no greater than the voice of a new-born whelp, but a
dreadful monster is she, nor would any look on her gladly, not if it
were a god that met her. Verily she hath twelve feet all dangling down;
and six necks exceeding long, and on each a hideous head, and therein
three rows of teeth set thick and close, full of black death. Up to her
middle is she sunk far down in the hollow cave, but forth she holds her
heads from the dreadful gulf, and there she fishes, swooping round the
rock, for dolphins or sea-dogs, or whatso greater beast she may
anywhere take, whereof the deep-voiced Amphitrite feeds countless
flocks. Thereby no sailors boast that they have fled scatheless ever
with their ship, for with each head she carries off a man, whom she
hath snatched from out the dark-prowed ship.
“‘But that other cliff, Odysseus, thou shalt note, lying lower, hard by
the first: thou couldest send an arrow across. And thereon is a great
fig-tree growing, in fullest leaf, and beneath it mighty Charybdis
sucks down black water, for thrice a day she spouts it forth, and
thrice a day she sucks it down in terrible wise. Never mayest thou be
there when she sucks the water, for none might save thee then from thy
bane, not even the Earth-Shaker! But take heed and swiftly drawing nigh
to Scylla’s rock drive the ship past, since of a truth it is far better
to mourn six of thy company in the ship, than all in the selfsame
hour.’
“So spake she, but I answered, and said unto her: ‘Come I pray thee
herein, goddess, tell me true, if there be any means whereby I might
escape from the deadly Charybdis and avenge me on that other, when she
would prey upon my company.’
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