Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
So he spake, and made burnt offering of the hallowed parts to the
everlasting gods, and poured the dark wine for a drink offering, and
set the cup in the hands of Odysseus, the waster of cities, and sat
down by his own mess. And Mesaulius bare them wheaten bread, a thrall
that the swineherd had gotten all alone, while his lord was away,
without the knowledge of his mistress and the old Laertes: yea he had
bought him of the Taphians with his own substance. So they stretched
forth their hands upon the good cheer spread before them. Now after
they had put from them the desire of meat and drink, Mesaulius cleared
away the bread, and they, now that they had eaten enough of bread and
flesh, were moved to go to rest.
Now it was so that night came on foul with a blind moon, and Zeus
rained the whole night through, and still the great West Wind, the
rainy wind, was blowing. Then Odysseus spake among them that he might
make trial of the swineherd, and see whether he would take off his own
mantle and give it to him or bid one of his company strip, since he
cared for him so greatly:
“Listen now, Eumaeus, and all of you his companions, with a prayer will
I utter my word; so bids me witless wine, which drives even the wisest
to sing and to laugh softly, and rouses him to dance, yea and makes him
to speak out a word which were better unspoken. Howbeit, now that I
have broken into speech, I will not hide aught. Oh that I were young,
and my might were steadfast, as in the day when we arrayed our ambush
and led it beneath Troy town! And Odysseus, and Menelaus son of Atreus,
were leaders and with them I was a third in command; for so they bade
me. Now when we had come to the city and the steep wall, we lay about
the citadel in the thick brushwood, crouching under our arms among the
reeds and the marsh land, and behold, the night came on foul, with
frost, as the North Wind went down, while the snow fell from above, and
crusted like rime, bitter cold, and the ice set thick about our
shields. Now the others all had mantles and doublets, and slept in
peace with their shields buckled close about their shoulders; but I as
I went forth had left my mantle behind with my men, in my folly,
thinking that even so I should not be cold: so I came with only my
shield and bright leathern apron. But when it was now the third watch
of the night and the stars had passed the zenith, in that hour I spake
unto Odysseus who was nigh me, and thrust him with my elbow, and he
listened straightway:
“‘Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many devices, verily
I shall cease from among living men, for this wintry cold is slaying
me, seeing that I have no mantle. Some god beguiled me to wear a
doublet only, and henceforth is no way of escape.’
“So I spake, and he apprehended a thought in his heart, such an one as
he was in counsel and in fight. So he whispered and spake to me,
saying:
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