Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character) -- Juvenile literature
"And when the sun had set we came to the utmost border of the
ocean. Then I bade two of my comrades make ready the sheep for
sacrifice; and I myself dug a pit of a cubit every way, and poured
in it a drink-offering of honey and milk, and sweet wine, and
water, and sprinkled barley upon the drink-offering. Afterwards I
took the sheep and slew them, so that their blood ran into the
trench. And the dead were gathered to the place,--maidens, and old
men who had borne the sorrows of many years, and warriors that had
been slain in battle, having their arms covered with blood. All
these gathered about the pit with a terrible cry; and I was sore
afraid. Then I bade my comrades burn the carcasses of the sheep
and pray to the gods of the dead; but I myself sat down by the
pit's side, and would not suffer the souls of the dead to come
near unto the blood until I had inquired of Teiresias.
"First of all came the soul of my comrade Elpenor. Much did I
wonder to see him, and I asked, 'How comest thou hither, Elpenor,
to the land of darkness? and how have thy feet outstripped my
ship?' Then said Elpenor: 'I fell from the roof of the palace of
Circe, not bethinking me of the ladder, and so brake my neck. But
now, I pray thee, if thou lovest wife and father and son, forget
me not, when thou returnest to the island of Circe. Burn me with
fire and my arms with me; and make a mound for me by the shore of
the sea, that men may hear of me and of my fate in after time. And
set up my oar upon my tomb, even the oar which I was wont to ply
among my comrades.'
"Then I said to him, 'All this shall be done as thou desirest.'
"And we sat on either side of the trench as we talked, and I held
my sword over the blood.
"After him came to me the soul of my mother, whom I had left alive
when I sailed to Troy. Sorely I wept to see her, yet suffered her
not to come near and drink of the blood till I had inquired of
Teiresias. Then came Teiresias, holding a golden sceptre in his
hand, and spake, saying: 'Why hast thou left the light of day, and
come hither to this land of the dead, wherein is no delight? But
come, depart from the pit, and take away thy sword, that I may
come near and tell thee true.'
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