And so we came to the Aeolian island; there dweltAeolus, son of Hippotas, dear to the immortal gods,upon a floating island. All about it a wall ofunbreakable bronze had been raised, and smooth rock rose up in a sheer cliff.In his halls, twelve children had been born to him,six daughters and six sons in the prime of their youth.There he gave his daughters to his sons to be their wives.And they feast always beside their dear father and their gracious mother;before them lie boundless delicacies,and the house, fragrant with savory smoke, echoes with revelry in its courtyardby day; but at night, they sleep beside their revered wiveson fine blankets and in corded bedsteads.To their city and fine halls we also came.For a whole month he showed me friendship and questioned me on all things:on Ilium, on the Argive ships, and the homecoming of the Achaeans;and I, in turn, recounted all to him in its due order.But when I, too, asked about my journey and urged himto send me on my way, he did not refuse, but arranged for my passage.He gave me a bag, flayed from the hide of a nine-year-old ox,and within it he bound the paths of the howling winds;for the son of Cronos had made him steward of the winds,with the power to still them or to rouse them, as he pleased.In my hollow ship he bound the bag fast with a brightsilver cord, so that not even the slightest breath might escape.But for my sake he sent forth a breeze of the West Wind to blow,to carry our ships and ourselves onward; yet it was not destinedto see its work complete, for we were lost through our own folly.
For nine days we sailed, by night and by day alike,and on the tenth, the fields of our fatherland at last appeared,so close that we could see men tending their watch-fires.Then sweet sleep came over me, for I was worn with toil;I had held the ship's sheet myself without cease, and had given itto no other of my comrades, so that we might the sooner reach our native land.But my comrades began to speak among themselves,and they said that I was bringing home gold and silver for myself,gifts from the great-hearted Aeolus, son of Hippotas.And one would say, glancing at his neighbor:
“Ah, see how this man is loved and honored by all peoples,whatever city or land he may reach.He brings many fine treasures from Troy as his shareof the spoils, while we, who have completed the selfsame journey,are to return home with empty hands.And now Aeolus has given him these gifts, out of friendshipand affection. Come, let us look quickly and see what is in here,how much gold and silver is in this bag.”
So they spoke, and the evil counsel of my comrades prevailed.They untied the bag, and all the winds rushed out at once.A tempest seized my men and bore them, weeping, out to sea,far from their native land. As for me,I awoke and debated in my blameless heart,whether to throw myself from the ship and perish in the sea,or to endure it in silence and remain among the living.But I endured it and remained; and covering my head, I lay down in the ship,while the fleet was carried by the evil blast of the windback to the Aeolian island, to the groans of my companions.
There we went ashore and drew water,and my companions quickly took their meal beside the swift ships.But when we had tasted of food and drink,I took with me a herald and one companion,and went to the famed palace of Aeolus. I found himfeasting with his wife and his children.When we came into the house, we sat upon the threshold by the doorposts,and they were amazed in their hearts and questioned me:
“How have you come here, Odysseus? What evil power has assailed you?Surely we sent you on your way with every care, that you might reachyour own country and your home, or whatever place is dear to you.”
So they spoke, but I answered them with a grieving heart:
“My wicked comrades have been my ruin, and a cruel sleep on top of it all.But set this right, my friends, for the power is in your hands.”
So I spoke, addressing them with gentle words.But they fell silent; and the father answered, saying:
“Begone from this island at once, you most wretched of all living men!It is not right for me to welcome or send on his wayany man who is hated by the blessed gods.Begone, for you have come here as one loathed by the immortals.”
So speaking, he sent me from his house, groaning heavily.From there we sailed onward, sick at heart.And the men’s spirits were worn down by the grievous rowing,all through our own folly, for no friendly passage appeared for us any longer.
For six days we sailed, by night and by day alike,and on the seventh we came to the steep citadel of Lamus,Telepylus of the Laestrygonians, where one herdsman, driving his flock in,calls out to another, who, driving his flock out, answers him.There a man who needed no sleep could earn a double wage,one for herding cattle, and the other for grazing white-fleeced sheep;for the paths of night and day are close together there.When we reached the renowned harbor, which a cliffof sheer rock encircles on both sides without a break,and two projecting headlands, facing one another,jut out at the mouth, making the entrance narrow,all the others steered their curved ships inside.They were moored inside the hollow harbor,close together, for no wave ever swelled within it,neither great nor small, but a white calm lay all around.But I alone kept my black ship outside,there at the very edge of the harbor, making the mooring ropes fast to a rock.And I climbed a rugged lookout point and took my stand.From there, no works of men or of oxen could be seen,only some smoke did we see, rising up from the land.Then I sent forth some of my comrades to go and learnwhat manner of men, eaters of bread, lived upon that land,choosing two men, and sending a herald as the third.They disembarked and went along a level road, by which wagonswould bring down timber from the high mountains to the city.And before the city they met a girl drawing water,the strong daughter of Antiphates, the Laestrygonian.She had come down to the fair-flowing springArtacia, for from there they used to carry water to the town.My men stood beside her and spoke, and asked herwho was king of this land, and over whom he ruled.And she at once pointed out her father’s high-roofed house.But when they entered the famous halls, they found his wife,a woman as huge as a mountain peak, and they were filled with horror at the sight of her.She straightway called from the assembly-place the renowned Antiphates,her husband, who devised a piteous death for them.At once he snatched up one of my companions and prepared him for his meal.But the other two darted away and reached the ships in flight.Then the king raised a cry throughout the city, and hearing it,the mighty Laestrygonians came thronging from every side,in their thousands, not like men, but like the Giants.From the cliffs they hurled down man-sized boulders,and at once a dreadful din arose among the shipsof men dying and ships being shattered to pieces.And spearing them like fish, they carried them off for their horrid feast.
While they were destroying my men inside the deep harbor,I drew my sharp sword from beside my thighand with it I cut the mooring ropes of my dark-prowed ship.Quickly I roused my comrades and ordered themto fall upon their oars, that we might escape this evil fate.And all together they thrashed the water, fearing death.Joyfully my ship escaped the overhanging rocks and reached the open sea;but all the others were lost there together.
From there we sailed onward, sick at heart,glad to have escaped from death, but grieving for our lost companions.And so we came to the island of Aeaea, where there dweltCirce of the lovely tresses, a dread goddess with a human voice,the very sister of the baleful-minded Aeëtes;both were sprung from Helios, who brings light to mortals,and from a mother, Perse, whom Oceanus begot as his child.There on the shore we brought our ship to land in silence,into a sheltering harbor, and some god was our guide.There we disembarked and for two days and two nightswe lay, our hearts consumed by toil and sorrow alike.
But when Dawn of the lovely tresses brought the third day to pass,I took up my spear and my sharp sword,and went up swiftly from the ship to a place of wide outlook,to see if I might glimpse the works of mortals or hear their voices.I climbed a rugged lookout point and took my stand,and there appeared to me smoke, rising from the wide-pathed earth,from Circe’s halls, through the dense thickets and the wood.Then I debated in my mind and in my heartwhether I should go and investigate, now that I had seen the tawny smoke.And as I pondered, this seemed to me the better course:to go first to my swift ship and the shore of the sea,to give my comrades their meal and send them forth to learn the news.
But as I was drawing near to my curved ship,some one of the gods took pity on me in my solitude,and sent a great, high-antlered stag right into my path.He was coming down from his pasture in the woods to the riverto drink, for the heat of the sun was pressing upon him.As he came out, I struck him on the spine, in the middle of the back,and the bronze spear passed clean through him.He fell moaning in the dust, and his spirit flew from him.Then I planted my foot on him and from the wound I drewthe bronze spear; and I laid it down there upon the groundand left it. Then I plucked twigs and willow branches,and wove a rope about a fathom long, well-twisted from end to end,and with it I bound the feet of the fearsome beast together.And I went to the black ship, carrying it across my back,leaning upon my spear, since there was no way I could carry it on my shoulderwith one hand, for it was a mighty beast indeed.I cast it down before the ship and roused my companions,addressing each man in his turn with soothing words:
“My friends, we shall not yet go down, for all our grief,to the house of Hades before our fated day arrives.Come now, while there is food and drink in our swift ship,let us think on our nourishment, and not be wasted by hunger.”
So I spoke, and they quickly heeded my words.Uncovering their heads beside the shore of the barren sea,they gazed upon the stag, for it was a mighty beast indeed.But when they had taken their fill of gazing with their eyes,they washed their hands and prepared a glorious feast.So then, for the whole day long until the setting of the sun,we sat and feasted on meat in abundance and on sweet wine.And when the sun went down and darkness came on,we lay down to sleep on the shore of the sea.But when rosy-fingered Dawn appeared, the child of morning,I called an assembly and spoke among them all:
“Listen to my words, my comrades, though you have suffered many evils.My friends, we do not know where the darkness is, nor where the dawn,nor where the sun that brings light to mortals goes below the earth,nor where he rises. Let us then consider quicklyif any counsel may yet be found; for my part, I think there is none.For I climbed to a rugged lookout point and sawan island, which the boundless sea encircles like a crown.The land itself lies low, and in its center I saw with my own eyessmoke rising through the dense thickets and the wood.”
So I spoke, and their very hearts were broken within them,as they remembered the deeds of Antiphates the Laestrygonianand the violence of the great-hearted, man-eating Cyclops.They wept aloud, shedding copious tears.But no good came of their lamenting.Then I numbered all my well-greaved companions into two parties,and appointed a leader for each.I myself led one, and godlike Eurylochus the other.We quickly shook lots in a bronze helmet,and out leapt the lot of great-hearted Eurylochus.He set out to go, and with him twenty-two companions,all weeping; and they left us behind, wailing in our turn.
In the vales they found the palace of Circe, builtof polished stone, in a place that could be seen from afar.And all around it were mountain wolves and lions,
whom she herself had bewitched, having given them evil drugs.And they did not rush upon my men, but insteadthey rose up and fawned upon them with their long tails.And just as dogs will fawn about their master when he comes from a feast,for he always brings them morsels to please their spirit,so the strong-clawed wolves and lions fawned about my men;but they were seized with fear when they saw the fearsome beasts.They stood in the forecourt of the goddess of the lovely tresses,and within they heard Circe singing in a beautiful voice,as she went to and fro before a great, immortal loom, weaving such thingsas are the delicate, graceful, and splendid works of goddesses.Then Polites, a leader of men, was the first to speak,he who was the dearest and most trusted of my companions:
“My friends, someone within is going to and fro before a great loomand singing beautifully, and the whole floor echoes to her song,be she a goddess or a woman. Come, let us call to her quickly.”
So he spoke, and they called out and hailed her.And she came out at once, opening the shining doors,and called to them; and they all followed in their foolishness.Only Eurylochus remained behind, for he suspected it was a trap.She led them in and seated them on chairs and high-backed thrones,and for them she mixed cheese and barley meal and yellow honeywith Pramnian wine; but she mingled with the foodbaleful drugs, so that they might utterly forget their native land.But when she had given it to them and they had drunk it down, she at oncestruck them with her wand and penned them in the sties.They had the heads and the voices and the bristles of swine,and the bodies of swine, but their minds remained as they were before.So they were penned up, weeping; and before them Circethrew acorns and mast and the fruit of the cornel treeto eat, such things as ground-wallowing swine are wont to eat.
But Eurylochus came back to the swift, black shipto report the tidings of his comrades and their grievous fate.He could not utter a single word, much as he longed to,his heart was so stricken with great anguish; his eyeswere filled with tears, and his soul was bent on lamentation.But when we all, in our amazement, questioned him,he at last told us of the destruction of our other comrades:
“We went, as you commanded, through the thickets, glorious Odysseus.In the vales we found a beautiful palace, builtof polished stone, in a place that could be seen from afar.There someone was going to and fro before a great loom, singing in a clear voice,be she a goddess or a woman; and they called out and hailed her.She came out at once, opening the shining doors,and called to them; and they all followed in their foolishness.But I remained behind, suspecting it was a trap.And they vanished all together, and not one of themappeared again, though I sat for a long time and watched.”
So he spoke, and I slung about my shoulders my silver-studded sword,a great bronze sword, and my bow with it.And I commanded him to lead me back by the same road.But he clasped my knees with both his hands and beseeched me,and weeping, he addressed me with winged words:
“Do not lead me there against my will, O cherished of Zeus, but leave me here.For I know that you yourself will not return, nor will you bring backany of your companions. No, let us flee with these men here,quickly, for we might still escape the evil day.”
So he spoke, and I answered him in turn:“Eurylochus, you may indeed stay here in this place,eating and drinking by the hollow, black ship;but I must go, for a strong necessity is upon me.”
So speaking, I went up from the ship and the sea.But when, as I went through the sacred vales, I was aboutto reach the great house of Circe of the many potions,there Hermes of the golden wand met meas I approached the house, in the guise of a young manwith the first down upon his lip, in whom youth is most graceful.He clasped my hand and spoke a word, and called me by my name:
“Where are you going now, unhappy man, alone over these hills,unfamiliar with the country? Your comrades yonder in Circe’s houseare penned up like swine in crowded sties.Do you come here to free them? I think that you yourselfwill not return, but will remain where the others are.But come, I will free you from these evils and keep you safe.Here, take this potent herb and go to Circe’s house;it will ward off the evil day from your head.And I will tell you all the deadly wiles of Circe.She will mix you a potion, and she will cast drugs into the food;but even so she will not be able to bewitch you, for the potent herbthat I will give you will not allow it. I will tell you the rest.When Circe strikes you with her long wand,then you must draw your sharp sword from beside your thighand rush upon Circe as though you mean to kill her.And she, in fear, will bid you lie with her.At that point you must no longer refuse the goddess’s bed,so that she may free your comrades and give you good welcome.But bid her swear the great oath of the blessed godsthat she will not plot any other wicked harm against you,lest she make you a coward and unmanly when you are stripped bare.”
So speaking, Argeïphontes gave me the herb,pulling it from the ground, and showed me its nature.At the root it was black, but its flower was like milk.The gods call it moly, and it is hard for mortal mento dig up; but the gods are able to do all things.
Then Hermes departed for lofty Olympus,over the wooded island, and I went on to the house of Circe,and my heart was dark with many thoughts as I went.I stood at the gates of the goddess of the lovely tresses;there I stood and called out, and the goddess heard my voice.She came out at once, opening the shining doors,and called to me; and I followed, sick at heart.She led me in and seated me on a silver-studded throne,a beautiful, richly wrought throne, with a footstool for my feet.And she mixed me a potion in a golden cup, that I might drink,and she put a drug within it, with evil thoughts in her heart.But when she had given it and I had drunk it down, and it did not bewitch me,she struck me with her wand and spoke a word and called me by name:
“Go now to the sty, and lie down with your other companions.”So she spoke, but I drew my sharp sword from beside my thighand rushed upon Circe as though I meant to kill her.But she cried out loudly and ran to clasp my knees,and weeping, she addressed me with winged words:
“Who are you among men, and from where? Where is your city and your parents?Amazement holds me that you were not bewitched by drinking these drugs.For no other man has ever withstood these drugs,once he has drunk them and they have passed the barrier of his teeth.But you have in your breast a mind that cannot be charmed.Surely you are Odysseus of the many wiles, who Argeïphontesof the golden wand always said would come to me,on his way back from Troy with his swift, black ship.But come now, put your sword in its sheath, and let us thengo up to my bed, so that mingledin love and sleep we may learn to trust one another.”
So she spoke, and I answered her in turn:“O Circe, how can you bid me be gentle to you,you who have turned my comrades into swine in your halls,and now keep me here, and with a treacherous heart bid meto go to your chamber and mount your bed,so that you may make me a coward and unmanly when I am stripped bare?I would not be willing to mount your bed,unless you would consent, goddess, to swear a great oath,that you will not plot any other wicked harm against me.”
So I spoke, and she at once swore the oath, as I commanded.And when she had sworn and completed the oath,I at last went up to the beautiful bed of Circe.
Meanwhile her handmaids were busy in the halls,four of them, who are her servants throughout the house.They are born from the springs and from the grovesand from the sacred rivers that flow forth into the sea.One of them threw fine coverings on the thrones,purple blankets over linen cloths which she spread beneath.A second drew up silver tables before the thronesand set upon them golden baskets.A third mixed honey-sweet wine in a silver mixing bowl
and set out golden cups.The fourth brought water and kindled a great firebeneath a great tripod, and the water grew warm.And when the water boiled in the gleaming bronze,she set me in a bath and washed me from the great tripod,mixing the water to a pleasing warmth over my head and shoulders,until she had taken from my limbs the soul-destroying weariness.And when she had washed me and anointed me richly with oil,she cast about me a beautiful cloak and a tunic,and led me in and seated me on a silver-studded throne,a beautiful, richly wrought throne, with a footstool for my feet.And a handmaid brought water for my hands in a pitcher,a beautiful golden pitcher, and poured it over a silver basin,for me to wash; and beside me she drew up a polished table.And the revered housekeeper brought bread and set it before me,adding many delicacies, giving freely of her stores.She bade me eat, but it did not please my heart.I sat with other thoughts, and my soul foresaw evils.
But when Circe perceived that I was sitting and not putting my handsto the food, and that I was held by a grievous sorrow,she came and stood near me and addressed me with winged words:
“Why do you sit thus, Odysseus, like a speechless man,eating your heart away, and do not touch the food or the drink?Do you perhaps suspect some other treachery? You need notbe afraid, for I have already sworn you a mighty oath.”
So she spoke, and I answered her in turn:“O Circe, what man, if he were just, could bring himselfto taste of food and drinkbefore he had freed his comrades and seen them with his own eyes?But if you truly, in your heart, bid me to eat and drink,release them, so that I may see my loyal companions with my own eyes.”
So I spoke, and Circe went forth through the halls,holding the wand in her hand, and opened the doors of the sty,and drove them out, looking like nine-year-old hogs.They then stood before her, and she went through their midst,anointing each one with another potion.And from their limbs the bristles fell away that the baneful drug,which queenly Circe gave them, had made to grow.And they became men again, younger than they were before,and much handsomer and taller to behold.They knew me, and each one clasped my hands.And a sweet lamentation came over them all, and the houseechoed terribly around them; and the goddess herself felt pity.And the brightest of goddesses came and stood by me and spoke:
“Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many wiles,go now to your swift ship and the shore of the sea.First of all, draw your ship up onto the land,and store your possessions and all your gear in the caves.Then come back yourself, and bring your loyal companions.”
So she spoke, and my proud heart was persuaded.I went on my way to my swift ship and the shore of the sea.There, by the swift ship, I found my loyal companions,lamenting piteously, shedding copious tears.And as when calves in a farmyard gather around the herd of cowsreturning to the dung-yard when they have had their fill of grazing,and all leap together to meet them, and the pens no longercan hold them, but with constant lowing they run aroundtheir mothers; so it was with my men when they saw me with their eyes.They thronged about me weeping, and it seemed to their heartsas if they had reached their fatherland and the very cityof rugged Ithaca, where they were nourished and were born.And weeping, they addressed me with winged words:
“We rejoice at your return, O cherished of Zeus, as muchas if we had arrived at Ithaca, our native land.But come, tell us of the destruction of our other companions.”
So they spoke, and I addressed them with gentle words:“First of all, let us draw the ship up onto the land,and store our possessions and all our gear in the caves.And you yourselves must hasten to follow me, all of you,so that you may see your companions in the sacred halls of Circe,eating and drinking, for they have provisions to last the year.”
So I spoke, and they quickly heeded my words.Only Eurylochus tried to hold back all my companions,and he spoke and addressed them with winged words:
“Ah, wretched men, where are we going? Why do you long for these evils,to go down into the hall of Circe, who will turn us allinto swine or wolves or lions,to guard her great house for her by compulsion?It will be as the Cyclops did, when our comrades cameto his courtyard, and the reckless Odysseus was with them.It was through this man’s follies that they, too, were destroyed.”
So he spoke, and I pondered in my heart,drawing my long-bladed sword from my thick thigh,whether to strike off his head and send it to the dust,though he was a kinsman of mine by marriage. But my comradesheld me back with soothing words, each from his place:
“Cherished of Zeus, let us leave this man, if you command it,to stay here by the ship and guard the ship.But for us, be our guide to the sacred halls of Circe.”
So saying, they went up from the ship and the sea.Nor was Eurylochus left behind by the hollow ship, _but he followed, for he feared my terrible rebuke.
Meanwhile, Circe had bathed my other companions in her hallswith every care, and anointed them richly with oil,and had cast about them fleecy cloaks and tunics.And we found them all feasting well in the halls.And when they saw each other and recognized one another face to face,they wept and lamented, and the house echoed around them.And the brightest of goddesses came and stood by me and spoke:
“Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many wiles,no longer now raise up this copious wailing. I myself knowall the sorrows you have suffered on the fish-filled sea,and all that hostile men have done to you on land.But come, eat your food and drink your wine,until you have once more recovered the spirit in your breasts,such as you had when first you left your native landof rugged Ithaca. But now you are gaunt and dispirited,forever mindful of your bitter wandering, nor is your heartever in a state of joy, for you have suffered very much.”
So she spoke, and our proud hearts were once again persuaded.There for the whole of a year to its fulfillment,we sat, feasting on meat in abundance and on sweet wine.But when a year was passed, and the seasons had turned,as the months waned and the long days were completed,then my loyal companions called me forth and said:
“Strange man, it is time now to remember your native land,if it is fated for you to be saved and to reachyour well-built house and your own country.”
So they spoke, and my proud heart was persuaded.So then, for the whole day long until the setting of the sun,we sat, feasting on meat in abundance and on sweet wine.And when the sun went down and darkness came on,they lay down to sleep throughout the shadowy halls.
But I went up to the beautiful bed of Circeand beseeched her by her knees, and the goddess heard my voice,and I spoke to her and addressed her with winged words:
“O Circe, fulfill for me the promise that you made,to send me home; for my spirit is now eager to be gone,and that of my other companions, who wear away my very heartlamenting around me, whenever you chance to be away.”
So I spoke, and the brightest of goddesses answered me at once:“Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many wiles,no longer remain now in my house against your will.But you must first complete another journey and arriveat the house of Hades and of dread Persephone,to consult the spirit of Theban Teiresias,the blind prophet, whose wits are still unshaken.To him alone, even in death, Persephone has granted sense,that he should have his mind; but the others flit about as shadows.”
So she spoke, and my own heart was broken within me.I sat on the bed and wept, and my heartno longer wished to live and to see the light of the sun.But when I had my fill of weeping and of writhing on the bed,I then answered her and addressed her with my words:
“O Circe, who then will be the guide for this journey?
No one has ever yet gone to Hades in a black ship.”
So I spoke, and the brightest of goddesses answered me at once:“Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many wiles,let no thought of a guide for your ship trouble you.Set up the mast and spread the white sails,and take your seat; the breath of the North Wind will carry her on.But when your ship has crossed the stream of Ocean,you will find a level shore and the groves of Persephone—tall poplars and willows that shed their fruit.There beach your ship by the deep-eddying Ocean,and go yourself to the dank house of Hades.There into Acheron flow Pyriphlegethonand Cocytus, which is a branch of the water of the Styx;and there is a rock, and the meeting of two thunderous rivers.There, O hero, draw near, as I command you,and dig a pit of about a cubit's length and a cubit's breadth,and around it pour a libation to all the dead,first with milk and honey, then with sweet wine,and a third time with water; and sprinkle white barley meal over it.And pray earnestly to the strengthless heads of the dead,vowing that when you return to Ithaca you will sacrifice a barren heifer, the best you have,in your halls, and will load a pyre with fine things,and that to Teiresias alone you will sacrifice a ram, all black,the finest of all your flocks.And when you have beseeched with prayers the glorious tribes of the dead,then sacrifice a ram and a black ewe,turning their heads toward Erebus, but yourself turn away,looking toward the streams of the river. And there manyspirits of the dead who have perished will come.Then you must at once call to your comrades and command themto flay and burn the sheep that lie there, slaughtered by the pitiless bronze,and to pray to the gods,to mighty Hades and dread Persephone.But you yourself must draw your sharp sword from beside your thighand sit there, and not allow the strengthless heads of the deadto draw near the blood before you have questioned Teiresias.There the prophet will come to you at once, O leader of the people,and he will tell you the path and the measure of your journey,and your homecoming, how you may pass over the fish-filled sea.”
So she spoke, and at once came golden-throned Dawn.She clothed me in a cloak and a tunic, my garments.And the nymph herself put on a great, shining white robe,delicate and graceful, and around her waist she cast a belt,a beautiful golden belt, and on her head she placed a veil.And I went through the halls and roused my companions,addressing each man in turn with soothing words:
“No longer now slumber on in sweet sleep,but let us go, for queenly Circe has now instructed me.”
So I spoke, and their proud hearts were persuaded.But not even from there did I lead my companions away unscathed.There was one, Elpenor, the youngest, not veryvaliant in war nor sound in his wits,who had laid himself down apart from his comrades in the sacred house of Circe,seeking the cool air, for he was heavy with wine.Hearing the noise and the bustle of his comrades as they moved about,he leapt up suddenly and forgot in his mindto go back down by way of the long ladder,but fell headlong from the roof. His neck was brokenfrom the vertebrae, and his soul went down to the house of Hades.And as my men were setting out, I spoke a word among them:
“You think, no doubt, that you are going home to your own dear country;but Circe has pointed out to us another journey,to the house of Hades and of dread Persephone,to consult the spirit of Theban Teiresias.”
So I spoke, and their own hearts were broken within them,and they sat down right where they were, wailing and tearing their hair.But no good came of their lamenting.
But when we went to our swift ship and the shore of the sea,grieving and shedding copious tears,Circe, meanwhile, had gone to our black shipand had tied up a ram and a black ewe,slipping past us easily. For who could see with his own eyesa god going here or there, if the god did not wish it?