Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Nausicaa, how hath thy mother so heedless a maiden to her daughter?
Lo, thou hast shining raiment that lies by thee uncared for, and thy
marriage day is near at hand, when thou thyself must needs go
beautifully clad, and have garments to give to them who shall lead thee
to the house of the bridegroom! And, behold, these are the things
whence a good report goes abroad among men, wherein a father and lady
mother take delight. But come, let us arise and go a-washing with the
breaking of the day, and I will follow with thee to be thy mate in the
toil, that without delay thou mayst get thee ready, since truly thou
art not long to be a maiden. Lo, already they are wooing thee, the
noblest youths of all the Phaeacians, among that people whence thou
thyself dost draw thy lineage. So come, beseech thy noble father
betimes in the morning to furnish thee with mules and a wain to carry
the men’s raiment, and the robes, and the shining coverlets. Yea and
for thyself it is seemlier far to go thus than on foot, for the places
where we must wash are a great way off the town.”
So spake the grey-eyed Athene, and departed to Olympus, where, as they
say, is the seat of the gods that standeth fast for ever. Not by winds
is it shaken, nor ever wet with rain, nor doth the snow come nigh
thereto, but most clear air is spread about it cloudless, and the white
light floats over it. Therein the blessed gods are glad for all their
days, and thither Athene went when she had shown forth all to the
maiden.
Anon came the throned Dawn, and awakened Nausicaa of the fair robes,
who straightway marvelled on the dream, and went through the halls to
tell her parents, her father dear and her mother. And she found them
within, her mother sitting by the hearth with the women her handmaids,
spinning yarn of sea-purple stain, but her father she met as he was
going forth to the renowned kings in their council, whither the noble
Phaeacians called him. Standing close by her dear father she spake,
saying: “Father, dear, couldst thou not lend me a high waggon with
strong wheels, that I may take the goodly raiment to the river to wash,
so much as I have lying soiled? Yea and it is seemly that thou thyself,
when thou art with the princes in council, shouldest have fresh raiment
to wear. Also, there are five dear sons of thine in the halls, two
married, but three are lusty bachelors, and these are always eager for
new-washen garments wherein to go to the dances; for all these things
have I taken thought.”
This she said, because she was ashamed to speak of glad marriage to her
father; but he saw all and answered, saying:
“Neither the mules nor aught else do I grudge thee, my child. Go thy
ways, and the thralls shall get thee ready a high waggon with good
wheels, and fitted with an upper frame.”
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