Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
Now he found him sitting at the vestibule of the house, where his
courtyard was builded high, in a place with wide prospect; a great
court it was and a fair, with free range round it. This the swineherd
had builded by himself for the swine of his lord who was afar, and his
mistress and the old man Laertes knew not of it. With stones from the
quarry had he builded it, and coped it with a fence of white thorn, and
he had split an oak to the dark core, and without he had driven stakes
the whole length thereof on either side, set thick and close; and
within the courtyard he made twelve styes hard by one another to be
beds for the swine, and in each stye fifty grovelling swine were
penned, brood swine; but the boars slept without. Now these were far
fewer in number, the godlike wooers minishing them at their feasts, for
the swineherd ever sent in the best of all the fatted hogs. And their
tale was three hundred and three-score. And by them always slept four
dogs, as fierce as wild beasts, which the swineherd had bred, a master
of men. Now he was fitting sandals to his feet, cutting a good brown
oxhide, while the rest of his fellows, three in all, were abroad this
way and that, with the droves of swine; while the fourth he had sent to
the city to take a boar to the proud wooers, as needs he must, that
they might sacrifice it and satisfy their soul with flesh.
And of a sudden the baying dogs saw Odysseus, and they ran at him
yelping, but Odysseus in his wariness sat him down, and let the staff
fall from his hand. There by his own homestead would he have suffered
foul hurt, but the swineherd with quick feet hasted after them, and
sped through the outer door, and let the skin fall from his hand. And
the hounds he chid and drave them this way and that, with a shower of
stones, and he spake unto his lord, saying:
“Old man, truly the dogs went nigh to be the death of thee all of a
sudden, so shouldest thou have brought shame on me. Yea, and the gods
have given me other pains and griefs enough. Here I sit, mourning and
sorrowing for my godlike lord, and foster the fat swine for others to
eat, while he craving, perchance, for food, wanders over some land and
city of men of a strange speech, if haply he yet lives and beholds the
sunlight. But come with me, let us to the inner steading, old man, that
when thy heart is satisfied with bread and wine, thou too mayest tell
thy tale and declare whence thou art, and how many woes thou hast
endured.”
Therewith the goodly swineherd led him to the steading, and took him in
and set him down, and strewed beneath him thick brushwood, and spread
thereon the hide of a shaggy wild goat, wide and soft, which served
himself for a mattress. And Odysseus rejoiced that he had given him
such welcome, and spake and hailed him:
“May Zeus, O stranger, and all the other deathless gods grant thee thy
dearest wish, since thou hast received me heartily!”
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