Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
Then Athene, daughter of Zeus, drew near them in the likeness of
Mentor, in fashion and in voice. And the steadfast goodly Odysseus
beheld her and was glad, and straightway he spake to Telemachus his
dear son:
“Telemachus, soon shalt thou learn this, when thou thyself art got to
the place of the battle where the best men try the issue,—namely, not
to bring shame on thy father’s house, on us who in time past have been
eminent for might and hardihood over all the world.”
Then wise Telemachus answered him, saying: “Thou shalt see me, if thou
wilt, dear father, in this my mood no whit disgracing thy line,
according to thy word.”
So spake he, and Laertes was glad and spake, saying: “What a day has
dawned for me, kind gods; yea, a glad man am I! My son and my son’s son
are vying with one another in valour.”
Then grey-eyed Athene stood beside Laertes, and spake to him: “O son of
Arceisius that art far the dearest of all my friends, pray first to the
grey-eyed maid and to father Zeus, then swing thy long spear aloft and
hurl its straightway.”
Therewith Pallas Athene breathed into him great strength. Then he
prayed to the daughter of mighty Zeus, and straightway swung his long
spear aloft and hurled it, and smote Eupeithes through his casque with
the cheek-piece of bronze. The armour kept not out the spear that went
clean through, and he fell with a crash, and his arms rattled about his
body. Then Odysseus and his renowned son fell on the fore-fighters, and
smote them with swords and two-headed spears. And now would they have
slain them all and cut off their return, had not Athene called aloud,
the daughter of Zeus lord of the aegis, and stayed all the host of the
enemy, saying:
“Hold your hands from fierce fighting, ye men of Ithaca, that so ye may
be parted quickly, without bloodshed.”
So spake Athene, and pale fear gat hold of them all. The arms flew from
their hands in their terror and fell all upon the ground, as the
goddess uttered her voice. To the city they turned their steps, as men
fain of life, and the steadfast goodly Odysseus with a terrible cry
gathered himself together and hurled in on them, like an eagle of lofty
flight. Then in that hour the son of Cronos cast forth a flaming bolt,
and it fell at the feet of the grey-eyed goddess, the daughter of the
mighty Sire. Then grey-eyed Athene spake to Odysseus, saying:
“Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many devices, refrain
thee now and stay the strife of even-handed war, lest perchance the son
of Cronos be angry with thee, even Zeus of the far-borne voice.”
So spake Athene, and he obeyed and was glad at heart. And thereafter
Pallas Athene set a covenant between them with sacrifice, she, the
daughter of Zeus lord of the aegis, in the likeness of Mentor, both in
fashion and in voice.
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