Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“So spake I, and that fair goddess answered me: ‘Man overbold, lo, now
again the deeds of war are in thy mind and the travail thereof. Wilt
thou not yield thee even to the deathless gods? As for her, she is no
mortal, but an immortal plague, dread, grievous, and fierce, and not to
be fought with; and against her there is no defence; flight is the
bravest way. For if thou tarry to do on thine armour by the cliff, I
fear lest once again she sally forth and catch at thee with so many
heads, and seize as many men as before. So drive past with all thy
force, and call on Cratais, mother of Scylla, which bore her for a bane
to mortals. And she will then let her from darting forth thereafter.
“‘Then thou shalt come unto the isle Thrinacia; there are the many kine
of Helios and his brave flocks feeding, seven herds of kine and as many
goodly flocks of sheep, and fifty in each flock. They have no part in
birth or in corruption, and there are goddesses to shepherd them,
nymphs with fair tresses, Phaethusa and Lampetie whom bright Neaera
bare to Helios Hyperion. Now when the lady their mother had borne and
nursed them, she carried them to the isle Thrinacia to dwell afar, that
they should guard their father’s flocks and his kine with shambling
gait. If thou doest these no hurt, being heedful of thy return, truly
ye may even yet reach Ithaca, albeit in evil case. But if thou hurtest
them, I foreshow ruin for thy ship and for thy men, and even though
thou shouldest thyself escape, late shalt thou return in evil plight
with the loss of all thy company.’
“So spake she, and anon came the golden-throned Dawn. Then the fair
goddess took her way up the island. But I departed to my ship and
roused my men themselves to mount the vessel and loose the hawsers. And
speedily they went aboard and sat upon the benches, and sitting orderly
smote the grey sea water with their oars. And in the wake of our
dark-prowed ship she sent a favouring wind that filled the sails, a
kindly escort,—even Circe of the braided tresses, a dread goddess of
human speech. And straightway we set in order the gear throughout the
ship and sat us down, and the wind and the helmsman guided our barque.
“Then I spake among my company with a heavy heart: ‘Friends, forasmuch
as it is not well that one or two alone should know of the oracles that
Circe, the fair goddess, spake unto me, therefore will I declare them,
that with foreknowledge we may die, or haply shunning death and destiny
escape. First she bade us avoid the sound of the voice of the wondrous
Sirens, and their field of flowers, and me only she bade listen to
their voices. So bind ye me in a hard bond, that I may abide unmoved in
my place, upright in the mast-stead, and from the mast let rope-ends be
tied, and if I beseech and bid you to set me free, then do ye straiten
me with yet more bonds.’
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