Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
So he spake, and Odysseus went back and sat him down again. And the
swineherd strewed for Telemachus green brushwood below, and a fleece
thereupon, and there presently the dear son of Odysseus sat him down.
Next the swineherd set by them platters of roast flesh, the fragments
that were left from the meal of yesterday. And wheaten bread he briskly
heaped up in baskets, and mixed the honey-sweet wine in a goblet of ivy
wood, and himself sat down over against divine Odysseus. So they
stretched forth their hands upon the good cheer set before them. Now
when they had put from them the desire of meat and drink, Telemachus
spake to the goodly swineherd, saying:
“Father, whence came this stranger to thee? How did sailors bring him
to Ithaca? and who did they avow them to be? For in no wise, I deem,
did he come hither by land.”
Then didst thou make answer, swineherd Eumaeus: “Yea now, my son, I
will tell thee all the truth. Of wide Crete he avows him to be by
lineage, and he says that round many cities of mortals he has wandered
at adventure; even so has some god spun for him the thread of fate. But
now, as a runaway from a ship of the Thesprotians, has he come to my
steading, and I will give him to thee for thy man; do with him as thou
wilt; he avows him for thy suppliant.”
Then wise Telemachus answered him, saying: “Eumaeus, verily a bitter
word is this that thou speakest. How indeed shall I receive this guest
in my house? Myself I am young, and trust not yet to my strength of
hands to defend me against the man who does violence without a cause.
And my mother has divisions of heart, whether to abide here with me and
keep the house, respecting the bed of her lord and the voice of the
people, or straightway to go with whomsoever of the Achaeans that woo
her in the halls is the best man, and gives most bridal gifts. But
behold, as for this guest of thine, now that he has come to thy house,
I will clothe him in a mantle and a doublet, goodly raiment, and I will
give him a two-edged sword, and shoes for his feet, and send him on his
way, whithersoever his heart and his spirit bid him go. Or, if thou
wilt, hold him here in the steading and take care of him, and raiment I
will send hither, and all manner of food to eat, that he be not ruinous
to thee and to thy fellows. But thither into the company of the wooers
would I not suffer him to go, for they are exceeding full of infatuate
insolence, lest they mock at him, and that would be a sore grief to me.
And hard it is for one man, how valiant soever, to achieve aught among
a multitude, for verily they are far the stronger.”
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