Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Meanwhile, so it was that she had plunged into the broad bosom of the
sea, and had brought from the deep the skins of four sea-calves, and
all were newly flayed, for she was minded to lay a snare for her
father. She scooped lairs on the sea-sand, and sat awaiting us, and we
drew very nigh her, and she made us all lie down in order, and cast a
skin over each. There would our ambush have been most terrible, for the
deadly stench of the sea bred seals distressed us sore: nay, who would
lay him down by a beast of the sea? But herself she wrought
deliverance, and devised a great comfort. She took ambrosia of a very
sweet savour, and set it beneath each man’s nostril, and did away with
the stench of the beast. So all the morning we waited with steadfast
heart, and the seals came forth in troops from the brine, and then they
couched them all orderly by the sea-beach. And at high day the ancient
one came forth from out of the brine, and found his fatted seals, yea
and he went along their line and told their tale; and first among the
sea-beasts he reckoned us, and guessed not that there was guile, and
afterward he too laid him down. Then we rushed upon him with a cry, and
cast our hands about him, nor did that ancient one forget his cunning.
Now behold, at the first he turned into a bearded lion, and thereafter
into a snake, and a pard, and a huge boar; then he took the shape of
running water, and of a tall and flowering tree. We the while held him
close with steadfast heart. But when now that ancient one of the magic
arts was aweary, then at last he questioned me and spake unto me,
saying:
“‘Which of the gods was it, son of Atreus, that aided thee with his
counsel, that thou mightest waylay and take me perforce? What wouldest
thou thereby?’
“Even so he spake, but I answered him saying; ‘Old man, thou knowest
all, wherefore dost thou question me thereof with crooked words? For
lo, I am holden long time in this isle, neither can I find any issue
therefrom, and my heart faileth within me. Howbeit do thou tell me—for
the gods know all things—which of the immortals it is that bindeth me
here, and hath hindered me from my way; and declare as touching my
returning, how I may go over the teeming deep.’
“Even so I spake, and he straightway answered me, saying: ‘Nay, surely
thou shouldest have done goodly sacrifice to Zeus and the other gods
ere thine embarking, that with most speed thou mightst reach thy
country, sailing over the wine-dark deep. For it is not thy fate to see
thy friends, and come to thy stablished house and thine own country,
till thou hast passed yet again within the waters of Aegyptus, the
heaven-fed stream, and offered holy hecatombs to the deathless gods who
keep the wide heaven. So shall the gods grant thee the path which thou
desirest.’
“So spake he, but my spirit within me was broken, for that he bade me
again to go to Aegyptus over the misty deep, a long and grievous way.
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