Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“‘Hardy art thou, Odysseus, of might beyond measure, and thy limbs are
never weary; verily thou art fashioned all of iron, that sufferest not
thy fellows, foredone with toil and drowsiness, to set foot on shore,
where we might presently prepare us a good supper in this sea-girt
island. But even as we are thou biddest us fare blindly through the
sudden night, and from the isle go wandering on the misty deep. And
strong winds, the bane of ships, are born of the night. How could a man
escape from utter doom, if there chanced to come a sudden blast of the
South Wind, or of the boisterous West, which mainly wreck ships, beyond
the will of the gods, the lords of all? Howbeit for this present let us
yield to the black night, and we will make ready our supper abiding by
the swift ship, and in the morning we will climb on board, and put out
into the broad deep.’
“So spake Eurylochus, and the rest of my company consented thereto.
Then at the last I knew that some god was indeed imagining evil, and I
uttered my voice and spake unto him winged words:
“‘Eurylochus, verily ye put force upon me, being but one among you all.
But come, swear me now a mighty oath, one and all, to the intent that
if we light on a herd of kine or a great flock of sheep, none in the
evil folly of his heart may slay any sheep or ox; but in quiet eat ye
the meat which the deathless Circe gave.’
“So I spake, and straightway they swore to refrain as I commanded them.
Now after they had sworn and done that oath, we stayed our well-builded
ship in the hollow harbour near to a well of sweet water, and my
company went forth from out the ship and deftly got ready supper. But
when they had put from them the desire of meat and drink, thereafter
they fell a weeping as they thought upon their dear companions whom
Scylla had snatched from out the hollow ship and so devoured. And deep
sleep came upon them amid their weeping. And when it was the third
watch of the night, and the stars had crossed the zenith, Zeus the
cloud-gatherer roused against them an angry wind with wondrous tempest,
and shrouded in clouds land and sea alike, and from heaven sped down
the night. Now when early Dawn shone forth, the rosy-fingered, we
beached the ship, and dragged it up within a hollow cave, where were
the fair dancing grounds of the nymphs and the places of their session.
Thereupon I ordered a gathering of my men and spake in their midst,
saying:
“‘Friends, forasmuch as there is yet meat and drink in the swift ship,
let us keep our hands off those kine, lest some evil thing befal us.
For these are the kine and the brave flocks of a dread god, even of
Helios, who overseeth all and overheareth all things.’
“So I spake, and their lordly spirit hearkened thereto. Then for a
whole month the South Wind blew without ceasing, and no other wind
arose, save only the East and the South.
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