But in the great hall, godlike Odysseus was left behind,plotting with Athene the slaughter of the suitors.At once he spoke winged words to Telemachus:
"Telemachus, we must put the weapons of war away inside,all of them. As for the suitors, you must beguile them with gentle wordswhen they notice the weapons are gone and question you.Say, 'I have moved them out of the smoke, since they no longer look
as they did when Odysseus left them behind on his way to Troy,but are tarnished wherever the breath of the fire has reached them.And besides, a god has put a graver thought into my heart:that you might, inflamed with wine, start a quarrel among you,and wound one another, and so bring shame upon the feastand your courtship. For iron itself draws a man to it.' "
So he spoke, and Telemachus obeyed his dear father.He called out for the nurse Eurycleia and said to her:
"Nurse, come now, shut the women away in their quarters,so that I may store my father's gear in the storeroom—his fine arms, which lie neglected about the house, blackened by smoke,ever since my father departed. I was only a child then.But now I wish to store them where the breath of the fire will not reach them."
To him in turn his dear nurse Eurycleia replied:"If only, my child, you would at last find the wisdomto care for the house and protect all its treasures.But come, who then will go with you and carry a light?You would not allow the maids, who might have lit the way, to come forth."
Wise Telemachus answered her in turn:"This stranger here. For I will not suffer any man to be idle who partakesof my rations, even if he has come from a distant land."
So he spoke, and her word remained unwinged on her lips;she locked the doors of the well-appointed hall.Then the two of them, Odysseus and his splendid son, sprang upand carried inside the helmets and the bossed shieldsand the sharp-pointed spears. And before them Pallas Athene,holding a golden lamp, made a most beautiful light.Then Telemachus spoke at once to his father:
"Father, this is a great marvel that I see with my eyes!The walls of the hall, and the fine crossbeams,and the fir-wood rafters, and the pillars that reach so high,all appear to my eyes as if lit by a blazing fire.Surely some god is within, one of those who hold the wide heavens."
Answering him, Odysseus of many wiles said:"Be silent, and keep this in your mind, and ask no questions.This is the way of the gods who hold Olympus.But you should go and take your rest, while I remain here below,so that I may further test the maids and your mother.And she, weeping, will question me about all things."
So he spoke, and Telemachus went forth through the hallto his chamber to lie down, by the light of blazing torches,to the room where he always slept when sweet slumber came upon him.There he lay down then and there, and awaited the divine Dawn.But in the great hall, godlike Odysseus was left behind,plotting with Athene the slaughter of the suitors.
Then from her chamber came prudent Penelope,like unto Artemis or golden Aphrodite.Beside the fire they placed for her the chair where she was wont to sit,a chair inlaid with spirals of ivory and silver, which the craftsmanIcmalius had once fashioned, and beneath it he had fixed a footstool,made as part of the chair itself, where a great fleece was thrown.There prudent Penelope then took her seat.
And the white-armed maids came from the great hall.They cleared away the abundant food and the tablesand the cups from which the overbearing men had been drinking.They threw the embers from the braziers onto the floor, and upon themthey piled much fresh wood, to give light and warmth.But Melantho chided Odysseus for a second time:
"Stranger, will you still vex us here through the night,prowling about the house and spying on the women?Get yourself out the door, wretch, and be glad of your supper,or you will soon be struck with a firebrand and find yourself outside."
Then, glaring at her from beneath his brows, wily Odysseus spoke:"My good woman, why do you assail me with such an angry heart?Is it because I am grimy and wear foul clothing upon my skin,and beg throughout the land? It is necessity that drives me.Such is the lot of beggars and wandering men.For I, too, once had a home among men,and was prosperous and wealthy, and often gave to the wanderer,whoever he might be and whatever his need when he came.And I had numberless servants and all the other thingsby which men live well and are called wealthy.But Zeus, son of Cronos, brought me to ruin; for such, I suppose, was his will.So now, woman, take care lest you too lose all the splendorin which you now excel among the serving maids,in case your mistress should grow wroth and turn harsh against you,or Odysseus should return; for there is still a measure of hope.But if he has indeed perished and is never to return,yet by Apollo's grace he has a son such as this,Telemachus. And the wantonness of any woman in this housedoes not escape him, for he is no longer of such a tender age."
So he spoke, and prudent Penelope heard him,and she rebuked her handmaid, and spoke, and called her by name:
"You are brazen indeed, you shameless bitch, and in no way do you escape my noticeas you commit this great offense, for which you will pay with your own head.For you knew very well, since you heard it from my own lips,that I intended to question the stranger here in my hallsabout my husband, for I am sorely afflicted with grief."
So she spoke, and said to the housekeeper Eurynome:"Eurynome, bring a stool and a fleece upon it,so that the stranger may sit and speak his word and listento mine; for I wish to question him myself."
So she spoke, and the housekeeper moved with great haste, and broughta polished stool and threw a fleece upon it.There much-enduring, godlike Odysseus then took his seat.And prudent Penelope was the first to speak:
"Stranger, I myself will first ask you this:who are you and from where? Where is your city, and where your parents?"
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O lady, no mortal across the boundless earth could find faultwith you; for truly your fame reaches the wide heaven,like that of some blameless king who, in his god-fearing way,rules over many mighty men, upholdingjustice. And the black earth bearswheat and barley, the trees are heavy with fruit,the flocks bear young unfailingly, and the sea yields its fishfrom his good governance, and the people prosper under him.Therefore, question me now about other things here in your house,but do not ask of my lineage and my native land,lest you fill my heart with even more sorrowsas I remember; for I am a man of many griefs. Nor is it right for meto sit in the house of another, weeping and wailing,since it is a worse thing still to grieve without end.I fear one of the serving maids might resent it, or even you yourself,and say that my mind is afloat with tears, heavy with wine."
Then prudent Penelope answered him in turn:"Stranger, surely my excellence, both in form and in feature,was destroyed by the immortals, when the Argivesembarked for Ilium, and among them went my husband, Odysseus.If only he would return and watch over my life,my fame would be greater and more fair for it.But now I am in sorrow; for such are the evils a god has sent upon me.For all the nobles who hold power over the islands—Dulichium and Same and wooded Zacynthus—and all who dwell here in sunlit Ithaca itself,all these woo me against my will, and they are consuming my house.And so I pay no heed to strangers, nor to supplicants,nor even to heralds, who are men of public service.Instead, I waste away my own heart with longing for Odysseus.They are eager for marriage, but I weave my own designs.First, a god breathed this stratagem into my heart:I set up a great loom in my halls and began to weavea shroud, fine of thread and vast in size. And at once I spoke to them:'Young men, my suitors, since godlike Odysseus is dead,be patient, though you are eager for my hand, until I finish this cloth—lest my threads be wasted and come to nothing—a burial shroud for the hero Laertes, for that time when the cruelfate of ruinous death shall take him.I fear one of the Achaean women in the land would reproach me,if he who had won so many possessions should lie without a winding-sheet.'So I spoke, and their proud hearts were persuaded.And so by day I would weave the great web,but by night I would unravel it, with torches set beside me.Thus for three years I deceived them and persuaded the Achaeans.
But when the fourth year came, and the seasons returned,as the months waned and the many days were fulfilled,then at last, through my maids—those shameless dogs—they came upon me and caught me, and reproached me with their words.And so I finished it, though unwilling, by force.Now I can neither escape the marriage, nor can I findany other stratagem. My parents strongly urge meto marry, and my son is vexed as they devour our livelihood,for he understands; he is now a man, and fully ableto care for a house, to which Zeus grants prosperity.But even so, tell me of your lineage, from whence you come.For you are not sprung from the fabled oak, nor from a rock."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O honored wife of Odysseus, son of Laertes,will you never cease asking of my origins?Very well, I shall tell you. But you will surely give me over to sorrowseven greater than those I now bear; for such is the way of things, when a manhas been away from his own country for as long as I have now been,wandering to the many cities of men, and suffering many pains.But even so, I will tell you what you ask and inquire of me.There is a land called Crete, in the midst of the wine-dark sea,a fair and rich land, washed by the waves on all sides; and in it are menbeyond number, and ninety cities. -And one tongue is mixed with another; there are Achaeans,there are great-hearted Eteocretans, there are Cydonians,and the Dorians, of three tribes, and the godlike Pelasgians. -And among their cities is Cnossus, a great city, where Minosruled for nine years, he who was the intimate of great Zeus,the father of my father, great-hearted Deucalion.And Deucalion fathered me and lord Idomeneus.But he, in the beaked ships, went to the land of Iliumwith the sons of Atreus. My own famous name is Aethon;I am the younger by birth, but he was at once the elder and the better man.It was there that I saw Odysseus and gave him gifts of hospitality.For the force of the wind had brought him to Creteas he was making for Troy, driving him off course from Malea.He put in at Amnisus, where the cave of Eileithyia is,in a difficult harbor, and he barely escaped the gales.He at once went up to the city and asked for Idomeneus,for he said that he was his beloved and honored guest-friend.But it was now the tenth or eleventh dawnsince he had departed with his beaked ships for the land of Ilium.So I took him to my own house and hosted him well,treating him with kindness from the abundance of my home.And to his other comrades, who followed with him,I gave barley-meal from the public stores, and gathered glowing wine,and oxen for sacrifice, so that their hearts might be satisfied.There the godlike Achaeans remained for twelve days;for a great north wind penned them in and would not let them standon their feet upon the land, so harsh a divinity had stirred it up.But on the thirteenth day the wind fell, and they put to sea."
So he spoke, weaving many falsehoods that seemed like the truth.And as she listened, her tears flowed and her body melted.As the snow melts on the high mountain peaks,snow that the East Wind has melted after the West Wind has shed it,and as it melts the rivers flow onward in full flood,so her fair cheeks melted as she shed her tears,weeping for her own husband, who sat there beside her. But Odysseusin his heart pitied his weeping wife,yet his eyes stood as steady as horn or as iron,unwavering in their lids; and by his cunning he concealed his tears.
But when she had taken her fill of tearful lamentation,she answered him again with her words and spoke:
"Now, stranger, I think I shall put you to the test,to see if you truly did host him there with his godlike comrades,my husband, in your halls, as you claim.Tell me, what sort of garments did he wear upon his body,and what was he like himself, and tell me of the comrades who followed him."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O lady, it is difficult, after so much time has passed, to say;for this is now the twentieth yearsince he went from there and departed from my native land.But I will tell you as he appears in my heart's memory.Godlike Odysseus wore a purple cloak of wool,made in double fold; upon it was a brooch of gold,fashioned with twin sockets for the pins; and its face was a work of art:in its forepaws a hound held a dappled fawn,and gazed at it as it writhed. And all who saw it marvelledat how, though they were made of gold, the one pinned the fawn and choked it,while the other, striving to escape, struggled with its feet.And I noted the shining tunic he wore on his skin,like the glistening sheath of a dried onion;so soft it was, and it shone like the sun.Truly, many were the women who gazed upon him in wonder.And I will tell you another thing, and you must cast it in your heart:I do not know if Odysseus wore these clothes from home,or if one of his comrades gave them to him as he set out on his swift ship,or perhaps even a host, since to many was Odysseusa friend; for few among the Achaeans were his equal.And I myself gave him a bronze sword and a fine,double-folded purple cloak and a fringed tunic,and sent him away with all honor on his well-benched ship.And a herald, a little older than he,followed him. I will tell you what he was like:he was stooped in the shoulders, dark of skin, and with curly hair.Eurybates was his name; and Odysseus honored him above all othersof his companions, because their minds were of one accord."
So he spoke, and in her it stirred still more the desire for weeping,as she recognized the tokens that Odysseus had described so surely.But when she had taken her fill of tearful lamentation,she then answered him with her words and spoke:
"Now indeed, stranger, though you were pitiful to me before,in my own halls you shall be a friend and honored.For it was I myself who gave him these garments you describe;I folded them and brought them from the storeroom, and I put on the shining broochto be his adornment. But I shall not welcome him again,returned home to his own dear native land.And so it was by an evil fate that Odysseus on his hollow shipdeparted to see that Evil Ilium, which should not be named."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O honored wife of Odysseus, son of Laertes,do not now mar your fair skin nor waste your spiritwith weeping for your husband. And yet I do not blame you.For any woman weeps to have lost her wedded husband,to whom she bore children, joined with him in love,let alone Odysseus, who they say was like unto the gods.But cease your lament, and take heed of my words;for I will speak to you truthfully and will hide nothing,of how I have lately heard of Odysseus's return,that he is near, in the rich land of the Thesprotian men,and is alive. And he brings with him many fine treasures,begging for them throughout the land. But his trusty comradeshe lost, and his hollow ship on the wine-dark sea,as he sailed from the island of Thrinacia. For Zeusand Helios were wroth with him, because his companions had killed the Sun God's cattle.They all perished in the surging sea;but him the waves cast upon the keel of his ship onto the shore,to the land of the Phaeacians, who are kinsmen of the gods.They honored him in their hearts as if he were a godand gave him many gifts, and they themselves wished to convey himhome unharmed. And Odysseus would have been here long ago,but it seemed to him more profitable in his heartto gather riches by travelling over the wide earth.For in matters of gain, Odysseus knows more than anymortal man, nor could any other mortal contend with him.So Pheidon, king of the Thesprotians, told me.And he swore an oath to me myself, pouring libations in his house,that a ship was drawn down to the sea and a crew was ready,who would convey him to his own dear native land.But he sent me away first; for a ship of Thesprotian men chanced to be goingto Dulichium, rich in wheat.And he showed me all the possessions that Odysseus had gathered.Truly they would sustain another man even to the tenth generation,so great were the treasures of the king that lay in his halls.He said that Odysseus had gone to Dodona, to hear the counsel of Zeusfrom the god's high-crested oak,
how he should return to his dear native land,after so long an absence, whether openly or in secret.So he is safe, as you see, and will soon be here.He is very near, and not for long will he be farfrom his friends and his native soil. Yet I will give you an oath.Let Zeus be my witness first, highest and best of gods,and the hearth of blameless Odysseus, to which I have come:truly all these things shall come to pass as I say.Within this very year Odysseus will come here,as this moon wanes and the next one begins."
To him in turn prudent Penelope replied:"Ah, stranger, if only this word might be fulfilled!Then you would soon know my friendship and many giftsfrom me, so that any man who met you would call you blessed.But this is what my heart foretells, and how it will be:neither will Odysseus come home again, nor will youobtain passage, since there are no masters in this housesuch as Odysseus was among men—if ever he was—to send off honored guests and to welcome them.But come, handmaids, wash his feet and set down a bed,with bedding and cloaks and shining rugs,so that, kept warm and well, he may come to the golden-throned Dawn.And very early in the morning, bathe him and anoint him,so that he may take his meal beside Telemachus,seated in the hall. And it will be the worse for any of those menwho vexes him, to his own soul's harm. He will accomplish nothing furtherhere, however terribly enraged he may be.For how, stranger, could you know of me, whether I surpassother women in sense and prudent counsel,if you were to dine in my halls squalid and ill-clad?For men themselves are short-lived creatures.He who is cruel himself and knows cruel thoughts,upon him all mortals call down sorrows for the futurewhile he lives, and when he is dead, all mock him.But he who is blameless himself and knows blameless thoughts,his great fame is carried by his gueststo all mankind, and many call him a good man."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O honored wife of Odysseus, son of Laertes,truly, cloaks and shining rugs have becomehateful to me, ever since I first left behind the snow-capped mountains of Crete,sailing on a long-oared ship.I will lie down as I did before, through sleepless nights.For many a night indeed, on a wretched bed,have I lain and awaited the divine, fair-throned Dawn.And this washing of feet holds no pleasure for my heart;nor shall any woman touch my foot,of those who are serving-women in your house,unless there is some old woman, one who knows her duty,who has endured in her heart as many sorrows as I have.I would not begrudge her the touching of my feet."
To him in turn prudent Penelope replied:"Dear stranger, for never yet has a man so wiseamong foreign guests come to my house, a man more welcome,so thoughtful and prudent is all that you say.I have an old woman with prudent counsel in her heart,one who nursed and reared that ill-fated man with care,taking him in her arms the moment his mother bore him.She will wash your feet, though her strength is but little.Come now, arise, prudent Eurycleia,and wash the feet of one who is of an age with your master. And perhaps Odysseusis now such as this, with such feet and such hands;for mortals grow old quickly in misfortune."
So she spoke, and the old woman covered her face with her hands,and shed hot tears, and spoke a word of lament:
"Alas for you, my child, I am helpless! Surely Zeushated you above all men, though you had a god-fearing heart.For no mortal has ever burned so many rich thigh-piecesto Zeus who delights in thunder, nor such choice hecatombs,as you gave to him, praying that you might reacha sleek old age and raise a splendid son.But now from you alone has he utterly stolen the day of your return.And so, I suppose, the women of some far-off foreign host mocked him,whenever he came to some famous house,just as these bitches here all mock you,and it is to avoid their insults and their many shamesthat you do not let them wash you. But me, not unwillingly, has the daughterof Icarius, prudent Penelope, commanded.Therefore I will wash your feet, both for Penelope's sakeand for your own, because my heart within is stirredwith sorrows. But come now, understand the word I shall speak:many toil-worn strangers have come here before,but I say that I have never seen anyone so like anotheras you, in build and voice and feet, are like Odysseus."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"Old woman, so say all who have seen with their eyesthe two of us, that we are very like one another,as you yourself have wisely observed and now declare."
So he spoke, and the old woman took a gleaming basin,one she used for washing feet, and poured in muchcold water, and then added hot. But Odysseussat down by the hearth and quickly turned toward the darkness,for at once he feared in his heart that as she took him in her handsshe might feel the scar, and the truth would be made manifest.She came near and began to wash her master; and at once she knewthe scar, which a boar had once dealt him with its white tuskwhen he went to Parnassus to visit Autolycus and his sons,his own mother's noble father, who surpassed all menin thievery and in oaths; for the god himself, Hermes,had given him this skill, as he burned pleasing thigh-piecesof lambs and kids; and the god was his willing companion.Now Autolycus had come to the rich land of Ithacaand found his daughter's newly born son;and Eurycleia laid the child on his dear kneesas he was finishing his supper, and spoke and called him by name:
"Autolycus, you yourself must now find a name to giveto your dear daughter's child; for he is a child of many prayers."
Then Autolycus answered her and spoke:"My son-in-law and my daughter, give him the name that I shall say.Since I have come here as one who has been wroth with many,both men and women, across the nourishing earth,therefore let his name be Odysseus, 'The Wrathful'. And for my part,when he is a man and comes to the great house of his mother's kinon Parnassus, where my possessions lie,of these I will give him a share and send him away rejoicing."
It was for these things that Odysseus had come, so that he might give him the splendid gifts.And Autolycus and the sons of Autolycuswelcomed him with their hands and with honeyed words.And Amphithea, his mother's mother, threw her arms around Odysseusand kissed his head and both his beautiful eyes.And Autolycus called to his glorious sonsto prepare a meal, and they heeded his bidding.At once they brought in a five-year-old bull;they flayed it and prepared it and cut it all up,and skillfully minced it and pierced it with spits,and roasted it with great care and divided the portions.So then for the whole day, until the setting of the sun,they feasted, nor did any heart lack its equal share of the feast.But when the sun set and darkness came on,they then lay down to rest and took the gift of sleep.
But when the early-born, rosy-fingered Dawn appeared,they set out to the hunt, both the hounds and themselves,the sons of Autolycus; and with them went godlike Odysseus.They climbed the steep, forest-clad mountainof Parnassus, and soon reached its windy dells.The sun was then just striking the fields,rising from the slow, deep-flowing stream of Ocean,when the beaters reached a wooded glen. And before themthe hounds went on, searching for tracks, and behind them camethe sons of Autolycus; and with them godlike Odysseusfollowed close behind the hounds, brandishing his long-shadowed spear.And there in a thick lair lay a great boar.Neither could the force of the wet-blowing winds penetrate it,nor did the shining sun strike it with its rays,nor could the rain pass straight through it, so thick it was;and within was a great shedding of fallen leaves.
The sound of the feet of men and dogs came upon himas they advanced, driving him. And he came out to face them from his thicket,bristling his neck-mane, with fire flashing in his eyes,and stood at bay close to them. And Odysseus was the very firstto rush forward, raising the long spear in his stout hand,eager to wound him. But the boar, striking first, charged himabove the knee, and with a sideways lunge tore a great piece of flesh with its tusk,though it did not reach the bone of the man.But Odysseus struck him, hitting him on the right shoulder,and the point of the shining spear went clean through.And he fell in the dust with a squeal, and his spirit flew from him.Then the dear sons of Autolycus busied themselves about him,and the wound of the blameless, godlike Odysseusthey bound up skillfully, and with a charm they staunched the black blood,and quickly they came to the house of their dear father.And when Autolycus and the sons of Autolycus had healed him welland given him splendid gifts,they swiftly sent him away rejoicing to his own friends, who rejoiced also,to Ithaca. And there his father and queenly motherrejoiced at his return and questioned him about everything,how he had received the scar; and he told them the full story,how a boar had struck him with its white tusk while he was huntingon Parnassus, having gone there with the sons of Autolycus.
This scar the old woman, taking it in her down-turned hands,recognized by touch, and let the foot drop to be carried away.The shin fell into the basin, and the bronze rang out,and it tilted to one side; and the water spilled out upon the ground.Joy and sorrow seized her heart at once; her two eyesfilled with tears, and her rich voice was caught in her throat.And touching his chin, she spoke to Odysseus:
"Truly you are Odysseus, dear child, and I did notknow you before, not until I had touched my master all over."
She spoke, and glanced with her eyes toward Penelope,wishing to make known to her that her dear husband was within.But she could neither look toward them nor perceive it,for Athene had turned her mind aside. But Odysseus,reaching out, seized her throat with his right hand,and with the other he drew her closer to him and spoke:
"Nurse, why do you wish to destroy me? You yourself did nurse meat your own breast. And now, having toiled through many sorrows,I have come in the twentieth year to my native land.But since you have understood, and a god has put it in your heart,be silent, lest someone else in the halls should learn of it.For I will speak thus, and know that it will be fulfilled:if a god should subdue the noble suitors beneath my hand,I will not spare even you, though you were my nurse, when Islay the other serving-women in my halls."
To him in turn prudent Eurycleia replied:"My child, what a word has escaped the barrier of your teeth!You know my spirit, how steadfast and unyielding it is.I shall hold firm, like solid stone or iron.And I will tell you another thing, and you must cast it in your heart:if a god should subdue the noble suitors beneath your hand,I will then recount for you the women in your halls,those who dishonor you and those who are guiltless."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"Nurse, why should you speak of them? There is no need for you.I myself will mark them well and know each one.But keep your counsel in silence, and entrust the outcome to the gods."
So he spoke, and the old woman went through the great hallto fetch water for his feet, for the first lot had all been spilled.And after she had washed him and anointed him with rich oil,Odysseus again drew his stool closer to the fireto warm himself, and he covered the scar with his rags.
Then prudent Penelope was the first to speak:"Stranger, I will ask you just one small thing more.For soon the hour of sweet rest will come,for any whom sweet sleep seizes, even one burdened by care.But to me a god has given sorrow beyond measure.For by day I find my solace in weeping and lamenting,as I look to my own tasks and those of my handmaids in the house.But when night comes and sleep takes hold of all,I lie on my bed, and thick about my racing heartsharp cares arise and torment me as I weep.As when Pandareus's daughter, the pale-green nightingale,sings her beautiful song as spring is newly beginning,perched in the thick leaves of the trees,and she pours forth her rich voice, ever-changing,lamenting her dear son Itylus, whom once with a sword of bronzeshe killed through her folly, the son of King Zethus;so too my own heart is torn in two directions,whether I should remain beside my son and keep all things steadfast—my property, my serving-women, and this great, high-roofed house—revering my husband's bed and the people's voice,or whether I should go now with whichever Achaean is best,who woos me in the halls, offering boundless bridal gifts.For my son, while he was still a child and light of mind,would not allow me to marry and leave my husband's house.But now that he is grown and has reached the measure of manhood,he even begs me to return from the hall,grieved by the wealth which the Achaeans devour before his eyes.But come, interpret this dream for me, and listen.I have twenty geese in my house that eat wheatfrom the water, and I take delight in watching them.But a great eagle with a crooked beak came down from the mountainand broke all their necks and killed them. And they lay strewnin a heap in the halls, while he soared into the divine ether.And I, even in my dream, cried out and wailed,and the fair-tressed Achaean women gathered around meas I lamented pitifully that the eagle had killed my geese.But he came back and settled on a jutting roof-beam,and with a mortal voice he checked me and spoke:'Take heart, daughter of far-famed Icarius.This is no dream, but a noble vision that shall be fulfilled for you.The geese are the suitors, and I, the eagle,was a bird before, but now I have come back as your husband,and I shall visit a shameful doom upon all the suitors.'So he spoke, and then honey-sweet sleep released me.And peering about, I saw the geese in the hall,eating wheat from their trough, just where they were before."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O lady, it is in no way possible to interpret this dreamby turning it another way, since Odysseus himself has indeedshown you how he will bring it to pass. For the suitors, destruction is manifest,for all of them; not one shall escape death and the fates."
To him in turn prudent Penelope replied:"Stranger, dreams are truly baffling, their words unclear,and in no way do all things come to pass for men.For there are two gates for insubstantial dreams;one is fashioned of horn, and the other of ivory.Those dreams that come through the gate of sawn ivory,they deceive us, bearing words that will not be fulfilled.But those that come forth through the gate of polished horn,they bring true things to pass, whenever a mortal sees them.But I do not think my own dread dream came from there;truly that would be welcome to me and to my son.And I will tell you another thing, and you must cast it in your heart:this is the very dawn of ill name that will take mefrom the house of Odysseus; for now I will propose a contest,the axes, those that he used to set up in his own hallsin a row, like ship's timbers, twelve in all.And standing a great way off, he would shoot an arrow clean through.Now I will set this contest before the suitors.And whoever can most easily string the bow in his handsand shoot through all twelve of the axes,with him I would go, leaving behind this houseof my marriage, so very beautiful, so full of livelihood,which I think I shall remember forever, even in my dreams."
Answering her, Odysseus of many wiles said:"O honored wife of Odysseus, son of Laertes,do not now postpone this contest in your halls,for wily Odysseus will be here among youbefore these men, handling this polished bow,can string the sinew and shoot an arrow through the iron."
To him in turn prudent Penelope replied:"If you were willing, stranger, to sit beside me in the hallsand delight me, sleep would not be shed upon my eyelids.But it is in no way possible for men to be sleepless forever;for the immortals have appointed a portion of all things to mortalsupon the grain-giving earth.But as for me, I will go up to my upper chamberand lie down upon my bed, which has become a place of sorrow for me,always drenched with my tears, ever since Odysseusdeparted to see that Evil Ilium, which should not be named.There I shall lie down; but you lie down here in this house,either making a bed on the ground, or let them set down bedding for you."
So saying, she went up to her shining upper chamber,not alone, for with her went her other handmaids as well.And going up to her chamber with her serving-women,she then wept for Odysseus, her dear husband, untilgleaming-eyed Athene cast sweet sleep upon her eyelids.