Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
crouching. And they went hither and thither making great moan; but when
now it seemed to them little avail to go further on their quest, they
departed back again aboard their hollow ship. And the gods themselves
hid me easily and brought me nigh to the homestead of a wise man; for
still, methinks, I am ordained to live on.”
Then didst thou make answer to him, swineherd Eumaeus: “Ah! wretched
guest, verily thou hast stirred my heart with the tale of all these
things, of thy sufferings and thy wanderings. Yet herein, methinks,
thou speakest not aright, and never shalt thou persuade me with the
tale about Odysseus; why should one in thy plight lie vainly? Well I
know of mine own self, as touching my lord’s return, that he was
utterly hated by all the gods, in that they smote him not among the
Trojans nor in the arms of his friends, when he had wound up the clew
of war. So should the whole Achaean host have builded him a barrow; yea
and for his son would he have won great glory in the after days; but
now all ingloriously the spirits of the storm have snatched him away.
But as for me I dwell apart by the swine and go not to the city, unless
perchance wise Penelope summons me thither, when tidings of my master
are brought I know not whence. Now all the people sit round and
straitly question the news-bearer, both such as grieve for their lord
that is long gone, and such as rejoice in devouring his living without
atonement. But I have no care to ask or to inquire, since the day that
an Aetolian cheated me with his story, one who had slain his man and
wandered over wide lands and came to my steading, and I dealt lovingly
with him. He said that he had seen my master among the Cretans at the
house of Idomeneus, mending his ships which the storms had broken. And
he said that he would come home either by the summer or the
harvest-tide, bringing much wealth with the godlike men of his company.
And thou too, old man of many sorrows, seeing that some god hath
brought thee to me, seek not my grace with lies, nor give me any such
comfort; not for this will I have respect to thee or hold thee dear,
but only for the fear of Zeus, the god of strangers, and for pity of
thyself.”
And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “Verily thy heart
within thee is slow to believe, seeing that even with an oath I have
not won thee, nor find credence with thee. But come now, let us make a
covenant; and we will each one have for witnesses the gods above, who
hold Olympus. If thy lord shall return to this house, put on me a
mantle and doublet for raiment, and send me on my way to Dulichium,
whither I had a desire to go. But if thy lord return not according to
my word, set thy thralls upon me, and cast me down from a mighty rock,
that another beggar in his turn may beware of deceiving.”
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