Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“In the river Aegyptus,[10] though eager I was to press onward home,
the gods they stayed me, for that I had not offered them the acceptable
sacrifice of hecatombs, and the gods ever desired that men should be
mindful of their commandments. Now there is an island in the wash of
the waves over against Aegyptus, and men call it Pharos, within one
day’s voyage of a hollow ship, when shrill winds blow fair in her wake.
And therein is a good haven, whence men launch the gallant ships into
the deep when they have drawn a store of deep black water. There the
gods held me twenty days, nor did the sea-winds ever show their breath,
they that serve to waft ships over the broad back of the sea. And now
would all our corn have been spent, and likewise the strength of the
men, except some goddess had taken pity on me and saved me, Eidothee,
daughter of mighty Proteus, the ancient one of the sea. For most of all
I moved her heart, when she met me wandering alone apart from my
company, who were ever roaming round the isle, fishing with bent hooks,
for hunger was gnawing at their belly. So she stood by, and spake and
uttered her voice saying:
[10] The only name for the Nile in Homer. Cf. Wilkinson, Ancient
Egyptians (1878), vol. i., p. 7.
“‘Art thou so very foolish, stranger, and feeble-witted, or art thou
wilfully remiss, and hast pleasure in suffering? So long time art thou
holden in the isle and canst find no issue therefrom, while the heart
of thy company faileth within them?’
“Even so she spake, and I answered her saying: ‘I will speak forth,
what goddess soever thou art, and tell thee that in no wise am I holden
here by mine own will, but it needs must be that I have sinned against
the deathless gods, who keep the wide heaven. Howbeit, do thou tell
me—for the gods know all things—which of the immortals it is that binds
me here and hath hindered me from my way, and declare as touching my
returning how I may go over the teeming deep.’
“So I spake, and straightway the fair goddess made answer: ‘Yea now,
sir, I will plainly tell thee all. Hither resorteth that ancient one of
the sea, whose speech is sooth, the deathless Egyptian Proteus, who
knows the depths of every sea, and is the thrall of Poseidon, and who,
they say, is my father that begat me. If thou couldst but lay an ambush
and catch him, he will surely declare to thee the way and the measure
of thy path, and will tell thee of thy returning, how thou mayest go
over the teeming deep. Yea, and he will show thee, O fosterling of
Zeus, if thou wilt, what good thing and what evil hath been wrought in
thy halls, whilst thou has been faring this long and grievous way.’
“So she spake, but I answered and said unto her: ‘Devise now thyself
the ambush to take this ancient one divine, lest by any chance he see
me first, or know of my coming, and avoid me. For a god is hard for
mortal man to quell.’
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