Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
Therewith the goddess spread a table with ambrosia and set it by him,
and mixed the ruddy nectar. So the messenger, the slayer of Argos, did
eat and drink. Now after he had supped and comforted his soul with
food, at the last he answered, and spake to her on this wise:
“Thou makest question of me on my coming, a goddess of a god, and I
will tell thee this my saying truly, at thy command. ’Twas Zeus that
bade me come hither, by no will of mine; nay, who of his free will
would speed over such a wondrous space of brine, whereby is no city of
mortals that do sacrifice to the gods, and offer choice hecatombs? But
surely it is in no wise possible for another god to go beyond or to
make void the purpose of Zeus, lord of the aegis. He saith that thou
hast with thee a man most wretched beyond his fellows, beyond those men
that round the burg of Priam for nine years fought, and in the tenth
year sacked the city and departed homeward. Yet on the way they sinned
against Athene, and she raised upon them an evil blast and long waves
of the sea. Then all the rest of his good company was lost, but it came
to pass that the wind bare and the wave brought him hither. And now
Zeus biddeth thee send him hence with what speed thou mayest, for it is
not ordained that he die away from his friends, but rather it is his
fate to look on them even yet, and to come to his high-roofed home and
his own country.”
So spake he, and Calypso, that fair goddess, shuddered and uttered her
voice, and spake unto him winged words: “Hard are ye gods and jealous
exceeding, who ever grudge goddesses openly to mate with men, if any
make a mortal her dear bed-fellow. Even so when rosy-fingered Dawn took
Orion for her lover, ye gods that live at ease were jealous thereof,
till chaste Artemis, of the golden throne, slew him in Ortygia with the
visitation of her gentle shafts. So too when fair-tressed Demeter
yielded to her love, and lay with Iasion in the thrice-ploughed
fallow-field, Zeus was not long without tidings thereof, and cast at
him with his white bolt and slew him. So again ye gods now grudge that
a mortal man should dwell with me. Him I saved as he went all alone
bestriding the keel of a bark, for that Zeus had crushed[11] and cleft
his swift ship with a white bolt in the midst of the wine-dark deep.
There all the rest of his good company was lost, but it came to pass
that the wind bare and the wave brought him hither. And him have I
loved and cherished, and I said that I would make him to know not death
and age for ever. Yet forasmuch as it is no wise possible for another
god to go beyond, or make void the purpose of Zeus, lord of the aegis,
let him away over the unharvested seas, if the summons and the bidding
be of Zeus. But I will give him no despatch, not I, for I have no ships
by me with oars, nor company to bear him on his way over the broad back
of the sea. Yet will I be forward to put this in his mind, and will
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