Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Now so long as my company still had corn and red wine, they refrained
them from the kine, for they were fain of life. But when the corn was
now all spent from out the ship, and they went wandering with barbed
hooks in quest of game, as needs they must, fishes and fowls,
whatsoever might come to their hand, for hunger gnawed at their belly,
then at last I departed up the isle, that I might pray to the gods, if
perchance some one of them might show me a way of returning. And now
when I had avoided my company on my way through the island, I laved my
hands where was a shelter from the wind, and prayed to all the gods
that hold Olympus. But they shed sweet sleep upon my eyelids. And
Eurylochus the while set forth an evil counsel to my company:
“‘Hear my words, my friends, though ye be in evil case. Truly every
shape of death is hateful to wretched mortals, but to die of hunger and
so meet doom is most pitiful of all. Nay come, we will drive off the
best of the kine of Helios and will do sacrifice to the deathless gods
who keep wide heaven. And if we may yet reach Ithaca, our own country,
forthwith will we rear a rich shrine to Helios Hyperion, and therein
would we set many a choice offering. But if he be somewhat wroth for
his cattle with straight horns, and is fain to wreck our ship, and the
other gods follow his desire, rather with one gulp at the wave would I
cast my life away, than be slowly straitened to death in a desert
isle.’
“So spake Eurylochus, and the rest of the company consented thereto.
Forthwith they drave off the best of the kine of Helios that were nigh
at hand, for the fair kine of shambling gait and broad of brow were
feeding no great way from the dark-prowed ship. Then they stood around
the cattle and prayed to the gods, plucking the fresh leaves from an
oak of lofty boughs, for they had no white barley on board the decked
ship. Now after they had prayed and cut the throats of the kine and
flayed them, they cut out slices of the thighs and wrapped them in the
fat, making a double fold, and thereon they laid raw flesh. Yet had
they no pure wine to pour over the flaming sacrifices, but they made
libation with water and roasted the entrails over the fire. Now after
the thighs were quite consumed and they had tasted the inner parts,
they cut the rest up small and spitted it on spits. In the same hour
deep sleep sped from my eyelids and I sallied forth to the swift ship
and the sea-banks. But on my way as I drew near to the curved ship, the
sweet savour of the fat came all about me; and I groaned and spake out
before the deathless gods:
“‘Father Zeus, and all ye other blessed gods that live for ever, verily
to my undoing ye have lulled me with a ruthless sleep, and my company
abiding behind have imagined a monstrous deed.’
“Then swiftly to Helios Hyperion came Lampetie of the long robes, with
the tidings that we had slain his kine. And straight he spake with
angry heart amid the Immortals:
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