Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “I too, my friend,
have no great liking to be left behind here. It is better that a beggar
should beg his meat in the town than in the fields, and whoso chooses
will give it me. For I am not now of an age to abide at the steading,
and to obey in all things the word of the master. Nay go, and this man
that thou biddest will lead me, so soon as I shall be warmed with the
fire, and the sun waxes hot. For woefully poor are these garments of
mine, and I fear lest the hoar frost of the dawn overcome me; moreover
ye say the city is far away.”
So he spake, and Telemachus passed out through the steading, stepping
forth at a quick pace, and was sowing the seeds of evil for the wooers.
Now when he was come to the fair-lying house, he set his spear against
the tall pillar and leaned it there, and himself went in and crossed
the threshold of stone.
And the nurse Eurycleia saw him far before the rest, as she was
strewing skin coverlets upon the carven chairs, and straightway she
drew near him, weeping, and all the other maidens of Odysseus, of the
hardy heart, were gathered about him, and kissed him lovingly on the
head and shoulders. Now wise Penelope came forth from her chamber, like
Artemis or golden Aphrodite, and cast her arms about her dear son, and
fell a weeping, and kissed his face and both his beautiful eyes, and
wept aloud, and spake to him winged words:
“Thou art come, Telemachus, a sweet light in the dark; methought I
should see thee never again, after thou hadst gone in thy ship to
Pylos, secretly and without my will, to seek tidings of thy dear
father. Come now, tell me, what sight thou didst get of him?”
And wise Telemachus answered her, saying: “Mother mine, wake not
wailing in my soul, nor stir the heart within the breast of me, that
have but now fled from utter death. Nay, but wash thee in water, and
take to thee fresh raiment, and go aloft to thine upper chamber with
the women thy handmaids, and vow to all the gods an acceptable
sacrifice of hecatombs, if haply Zeus may grant that deeds of requital
be made. But I will go to the assembly-place to bid a stranger to our
house, one that accompanied me as I came hither from Pylos. I sent him
forward with my godlike company, and commanded Piraeus to lead him
home, and to take heed to treat him lovingly and with worship till I
should come.”
Thus he spake, and wingless her speech remained. And she washed her in
water, and took to her fresh raiment, and vowed to all the gods an
acceptable sacrifice of hecatombs, if haply Zeus might grant that deeds
of requital should be made.
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