Thus the much-enduring, divine Odysseus slept there,overcome by slumber and by toil; but Athenamade her way to the land and the city of the Phaeacian men.They once had dwelt in the broad lands of Hyperia,near the Cyclopes, a race of overbearing men,who constantly plundered them, and were greater in strength.From there, godlike Nausithous had led them forth and settled themin Scheria, far from men who toil for their bread.
He drove a wall around the city, and built houses,and made temples for the gods, and divided the farmlands.But he, vanquished by fate, had already gone to the house of Hades,and Alcinous now ruled, his wisdom drawn from the gods.It was to his house that the bright-eyed goddess Athena went,devising a homecoming for great-hearted Odysseus.She went straight to an ornate bedchamber, in which a maidenlay sleeping, in form and feature like the immortal goddesses,Nausicaa, daughter of great-hearted Alcinous.Beside her slept two handmaidens, endowed with beauty by the Graces,one on either side of the doorposts; and the shining doors were closed.But she, like a breath of wind, rushed to the maiden’s bed,and stood above her head, and spoke a word to her,taking the form of the daughter of Dymas, a man famed for his ships,a girl of Nausicaa’s own age, and dear to her heart.In this likeness, the bright-eyed Athena addressed her:
“Nausicaa, how could your mother have borne such a careless child?Your gleaming garments lie here neglected,yet your wedding is near, when you must be beautifully robedand provide robes for those who will escort you.For it is from such things that a good name spreads among men,bringing joy to your father and your lady mother.Come, let us go to wash them as soon as dawn appears,and I will go with you as a helper, so that you maymake yourself ready with all speed; for you will not be a maiden much longer.Already you have for suitors the noblest men in all the landof the Phaeacians, from whom you yourself draw your lineage.Come now, urge your glorious father at daybreakto prepare the mules and a wagon, which can carrythe sashes and the robes and the gleaming coverlets.And for you yourself it is far better thus than to goon foot, for the washing pools are a great distance from the city.”
Having spoken thus, the bright-eyed Athena departedfor Olympus, where they say the seat of the gods stands eversecure. It is not shaken by winds nor ever wet with rain,nor does snow fall upon it, but a perfect clarityspreads cloudless, and a white radiance courses over it.Therein the blessed gods rejoice for all their days.It was there the bright-eyed one went, when she had advised the maiden.
At once came Dawn of the beautiful throne, who wakenedNausicaa of the lovely robes; and straightway she marvelled at her dream,and went through the house to tell her parents,her dear father and mother; and she found them both within.Her mother sat at the hearth with her serving-women,spinning sea-purple yarn; but her father she met as he was goingout the door to join the glorious lordsat the council, to which the noble Phaeacians had summoned him.And standing very near, she spoke to her dear father:
“Papa dear, would you not prepare for me a wagon,a high one with good wheels, so that I may take my fine clothesto the river to be washed, which now lie soiled?And it is fitting that you yourself, when you are among the first of mento deliberate in council, should have clean garments on your skin.And you have five dear sons living in your halls,two of them married, and three are thriving bachelors;they always wish to have freshly washed clotheswhen they go to the dance; and all these things are a care on my mind.”
So she spoke, for she was ashamed to name her own blooming marriageto her dear father; but he understood all and replied with this word:
“I do not begrudge you the mules, my child, nor anything else.Go; the servants shall prepare for you a wagon,a high one with good wheels, fitted with a rack above.”
So saying, he called to the servants, and they obeyed.They prepared the smooth-running mule-cart outside,and brought up the mules and yoked them under the wagon.And the maiden brought the shining garments from her chamberand placed them in the well-polished wagon.Her mother then placed in a chest provisions to please the heartof every kind, and set dainties within, and poured wineinto a goatskin flask; and the maiden climbed into the wagon.Her mother gave her liquid olive oil in a golden flask,so that she and her maids might anoint themselves after bathing.Then Nausicaa took up the whip and the gleaming reins,and struck the mules to drive them on; and there was a clatter from the pair.And they strained without ceasing, carrying the clothing and the maiden,yet not alone; with her went her handmaidens as well.
And when they came to the fair-flowing current of the river,where the washing pools were always full, and muchclear water bubbled up from below to cleanse what was ever so soiled,there they unyoked the mules from the wagon.They drove them along the bank of the eddying riverto graze on the honey-sweet clover. Then from the wagonthey took the garments in their hands and carried them into the dark water,and trod them in the troughs with swift feet, making a contest of it.But when they had washed and cleansed all the stains,they spread the clothes in a line along the sea-shore, where the seamost tended to wash the pebbles clean upon the land.And after they had bathed and anointed themselves richly with oil,they took their meal along the banks of the river,and waited for the garments to dry in the rays of the sun.Then when she and her maids had taken their fill of food,they threw off their veils and began to play with a ball,and among them white-armed Nausicaa led the song and dance.As Artemis, the archer, roams across the mountains,either lofty Taygetus or Erymanthus,delighting in the boars and the swift deer,and with her the Nymphs, daughters of aegis-bearing Zeus,who haunt the wilds, are playing; and the heart of Leto rejoices.Over all of them she holds her head and brow,and is easily known, though all are beautiful:so did the unwed maiden stand out among her handmaidens.
But when she was about to start for home again,after yoking the mules and folding the beautiful garments,then the bright-eyed goddess Athena devised another plan,so that Odysseus would awaken and see the lovely-eyed maiden,who might guide him to the city of the Phaeacian men.The princess then threw the ball to one of her maids;she missed the maid, and it fell into a deep eddy.They cried out with a loud shriek, and divine Odysseus awoke,and sitting up, he debated in his mind and in his spirit:
“Alas for me! To the land of what mortals have I come now?Are they violent and savage, and without justice,or are they kind to strangers, with a god-fearing mind?Such a cry, as of maidens, has encircled me, a female voice,of the Nymphs who hold the steep peaks of the mountainsand the springs of rivers and the grassy meadows.Or am I, perhaps, near men who have the power of speech?Come now, I myself will try and see.”
So saying, divine Odysseus crept out from under the bushes,and from the thick wood with his stout hand he broke a branchof leaves, to shield his manhood on his body.He advanced like a mountain-bred lion, confident in its strength,which goes forth, buffeted by rain and wind, and in its eyesa fire burns; and it goes after oxen or sheepor after wild deer; and its belly commands itto try for the flocks, even entering a well-built fold.So Odysseus was about to mingle with the fair-tressed maidens,naked though he was, for necessity had come upon him.A fearsome sight he appeared to them, befouled with brine,and they fled in terror, one here, one there, along the jutting shores.Only the daughter of Alcinous remained; for Athenahad put courage in her heart and taken the fear from her limbs.She stood and faced him. And Odysseus debatedwhether he should grasp her knees and beseech the lovely-eyed maiden,or stand apart and with gentle wordsentreat her to show him the city and give him clothing.And as he pondered, it seemed to him the better courseto entreat her from a distance with gentle words,lest the maiden’s heart grow angry with him if he clasped her knees.At once he spoke a gentle and cunning word:
“I beseech you, my lady. Are you a goddess or a mortal?If you are one of the gods who hold the wide heaven,then it is to Artemis, the daughter of great Zeus,that I liken you most nearly in beauty and stature and form.But if you are one of the mortals who dwell upon the earth,thrice-blessed are your father and your lady mother,
and thrice-blessed are your brothers. Surely their heartsmust ever be warmed with happiness on your account,as they watch such a sapling of beauty entering the dance.But that man is the most blessed in his heart, beyond all others,who prevails with his bridal gifts and leads you to his home.For never have my eyes beheld such a mortal,neither man nor woman. Awe holds me as I look at you.In Delos once, beside the altar of Apollo,I saw a young sapling of a palm tree shooting upward.For I went there also, and a great host followed meon that journey where evil sorrows were destined to befall me.And just so, when I saw that tree, I was astonished in my spiritfor a long time, since never had such a stalk grown up from the earth.In the same way, my lady, I admire and marvel at you, and I am terribly afraidto touch your knees; but a harsh sorrow has come upon me.Yesterday, on the twentieth day, I escaped the wine-dark sea;until then the waves and the rushing storms had always carried mefrom the island of Ogygia. And now a god has cast me here,so that here, too, I might suffer some evil; for I do not thinkmy trials will cease, but the gods will accomplish many more before then.But you, my lady, pity me. For after suffering many evils, it is to youI have come first, and I know not one of the otherpeople who hold this city and this land.Show me your town, and give me a rag to throw around me,if you had perhaps a wrapper for the linen when you came here.And may the gods grant you as many things as your heart desires:a husband and a home, and may they bestow on you a nobleharmony of minds. For there is nothing greater or better than this,than when a man and a woman keep a home togetherwith like minds in their thoughts: a great sorrow to their enemies,and a joy to their well-wishers. And they themselves know it best.”
Then white-armed Nausicaa answered him in turn:“Stranger, since you seem neither a wicked nor a foolish man,and since Olympian Zeus himself allots fortune to men,to the good and the evil, to each as he may wish,and he has given you these sorrows, you must simply endure them.But now, since you have come to our city and our land,you shall not lack for clothing, nor for anything elsethat is owed to a long-suffering suppliant who comes for aid.I will show you the town and tell you the name of our people:The Phaeacians hold this city and this land,and I am the daughter of great-hearted Alcinous,from whom the might and power of the Phaeacians derive.”
So she spoke, and called to her fair-tressed handmaidens:“Stay, my maids! Where do you flee at the sight of a man?Surely you do not think he is some enemy?There is not, nor will there ever be, a living mortal manwho would dare to come to the land of the Phaeacian menbringing hostility; for we are very dear to the immortals.We live apart, in the much-surging sea,at the world’s end, and no other mortals mingle with us.But this is some poor man, come wandering here,whom we must now care for. For from Zeus come allstrangers and beggars, and a gift, though small, is welcome.Come, my maids, give the stranger food and drink,and bathe him in the river, where there is shelter from the wind.”
So she spoke, and they stopped and called to one another,and they led Odysseus down to a sheltered place, asNausicaa, daughter of great-hearted Alcinous, had commanded.Beside him they placed a cloak and a tunic for clothing,and gave him liquid olive oil in the golden flask,and urged him to bathe in the currents of the river.Then divine Odysseus spoke to the handmaidens:
“Handmaidens, stand over there, at a distance, so that I myselfmay wash the salt from my shoulders, and anoint myselfwith oil; for it has been long since ointment has touched my skin.I will not bathe in front of you; for I am ashamedto be naked in the presence of fair-tressed maidens.”
So he spoke, and they went away and told the princess.Then divine Odysseus washed his skin in the river,cleansing the brine that covered his back and broad shoulders,and from his head he wiped the crust of the barren sea.And when he had washed himself completely and anointed himself with oil,and had put on the garments that the unwed maiden gave him,Athena, daughter of Zeus, made himtaller to look upon and more powerful, and from his headshe made his hair flow down in curls, like the hyacinth flower.And as when a skillful man fuses gold over silver,one whom Hephaestus and Pallas Athena have taughtall manner of craft, and he fashions works full of grace,so she poured grace over his head and shoulders.He went then and sat down apart on the sea-shore,gleaming with beauty and grace; and the maiden gazed at him.Then she spoke to her fair-tressed handmaidens:
“Listen to me, my white-armed maids, so I may say something.It is not against the will of all the gods who hold Olympusthat this man will mingle with the godlike Phaeacians.Before, he truly seemed to me an unseemly sight,but now he is like the gods who hold the wide heaven.If only such a man might be called my husband,dwelling here, and if only it might please him to remain.But come, my maids, give the stranger food and drink.”
So she spoke, and they readily listened and obeyed,and beside Odysseus they placed food and drink.And truly the much-enduring, divine Odysseus drank and ateravenously; for it had been a long time since he had tasted food.
Then white-armed Nausicaa turned her thoughts to other things.She folded the garments and placed them on the beautiful wagon,yoked the strong-hoofed mules, and mounted the cart herself.Then she roused Odysseus, and spoke and addressed him by name:
“Arise now, stranger, and let us go to the city, so that I may escort youto the house of my wise father, where I tell youyou shall come to know all the noblest of the Phaeacians.But do exactly so; and you seem to me not without wisdom:as long as we are passing through the fields and the farms of men,you must walk quickly with my maids behind the mules and wagon,and I will lead the way.But when we reach the city, around which runs a hightower, with a fair harbor on either side of the city,and the entrance is narrow, and curved ships are drawn upalong the road, for every man has his own slipway.And there is their place of assembly, around the beautiful temple of Poseidon,built with heavy stones, quarried and set deep in the earth.There they tend to the gear of their black ships,the cables and the sails, and there they shape the oars.For the Phaeacians care nothing for the bow or the quiver,but for masts and oars of ships, and for the balanced vesselsin which they glory as they cross the grey sea.It is their bitter talk I wish to avoid, lest someone latershould find fault; for there are very arrogant men among our people.And some baser man, meeting us, might say:‘Who is this tall and handsome stranger following Nausicaa?Where did she find him? He will surely be her husband.Perhaps she has taken in some wanderer from his ship,some man from a distant land, since none live near us.Or perhaps some much-prayed-for god has come downfrom heaven in answer to her prayers, and he will have her for all his days.It is for the best if she herself has gone and found a husbandfrom elsewhere, for she certainly scorns the men here in our land,the Phaeacians, the many noble men who court her.’So they will say, and these things would become a reproach to me.I would blame any other girl who acted so,who, against the will of her dear father and mother,while they are still living, consorts with men before coming to an open marriage.Stranger, you must grasp my meaning quickly, so that you may soonestobtain an escort and a homecoming from my father.You will find a splendid grove of Athena near the road,of black poplars; in it a spring flows, and a meadow lies around it.There my father has his precinct and his blooming vineyard,as far from the city as a man’s shout can be heard.Sit down there and wait for a time, until wehave entered the city and reached my father's house.But when you think we have arrived at the palace,
then you may go into the city of the Phaeacians and ask forthe house of my father, great-hearted Alcinous.It is easily recognized, and even a small childcould lead you there; for the houses of the Phaeaciansare not built like the house of the heroAlcinous. But when the house and courtyard enclose you,pass quickly through the great hall, until you reachmy mother. She sits at the hearth in the firelight,spinning sea-purple yarn, a marvel to behold,leaning against a pillar, and her maids sit behind her.There my father’s throne is set, next to hers,where he sits and sips his wine, like an immortal.Passing him by, cast your hands about my mother'sknees, so that you may see your day of homecoming,rejoicing and soon, even if you are from very far away.If she should feel kindly toward you in her heart,then there is hope for you to see your friends and to reachyour well-built house and your own native land.”So speaking, she struck the mules with her shining whip,and they quickly left the river’s streams.And they trotted well, and paced well with their feet;and she drove with care, so that they who were on foot could follow,the maids and Odysseus; and she applied the lash with judgment.The sun set, and they came to the glorious grove,sacred to Athena, where divine Odysseus then sat down.At once he then prayed to the daughter of great Zeus:
“Hear me, daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus, Atrytone!Now at last listen to me, since before you never listenedwhen I was being shattered, when the glorious Earth-shaker shattered me.Grant that I may come to the Phaeacians as one to be loved and pitied.”
So he spoke in prayer, and Pallas Athena heard him,but she did not yet appear to him face to face; for she stood in aweof her father’s brother, who nursed a furious rageagainst godlike Odysseus, until he reached his own land.