Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“O wife revered of Odysseus, son of Laertes, verily he hath no clear
knowledge; but my word do thou mark, for I will prophesy to thee most
truly and hide nought. Now Zeus be witness before any god, and this
hospitable board and this hearth of noble Odysseus, whereunto I am
come, that Odysseus is even now of a surety in his own country, resting
or faring, learning of these evil deeds, and sowing the seeds of evil
for all the wooers. So clear was the omen of the bird that I saw as I
sat on the decked ship, and I proclaimed it to Telemachus.”
Then wise Penelope answered him, saying: “Ah, stranger, would that this
thy word may be accomplished! Soon shouldest thou be aware of kindness
and of many a gift at my hands, so that whoso met with thee would call
thee blessed.”
Thus they spake one to the other. But the wooers meantime were before
the palace of Odysseus, taking their pleasure in casting of weights and
of spears on a levelled place, as heretofore, in their insolence. But
when it was now the hour for supper, and the flocks came home from the
fields all around, and the men led them whose custom it was, then
Medon, who of all the henchmen was most to their mind, and was ever
with them at the feast, spake to them, saying:
“Noble youths, now that ye have had sport to your hearts’ content, get
you into the house, that we may make ready a feast; for truly it is no
bad thing to take meat in season.”
Even so he spake, and they rose up and departed, and were obedient to
his word. Now when they were come into the fair-lying house, they laid
aside their mantles on the chairs and high seats, and they sacrificed
great sheep and stout goats, yea, and the fatlings of the boars and an
heifer of the herd, and got ready the feast.
Now all this while Odysseus and the goodly swineherd were bestirring
them to go from the field to the city; and the swineherd, a master of
men, spake first saying:
“Well, my friend, forasmuch as I see thou art eager to be going to the
city to-day, even as my master gave command;—though myself I would well
that thou shouldest be left here to keep the steading, but I hold him
in reverence and fear, lest he chide me afterwards, and grievous are
the rebukes of masters—come then, let us go on our way, for lo, the day
is far spent, and soon wilt thou find it colder toward evening.”
Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “I mark, I heed:
all this thou speakest to one with understanding. But let us be going,
and be thou my guide withal to the end. And if thou hast anywhere a
staff ready cut, give it me to lean upon, for truly ye said that
slippery was the way.”
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