Thus the long-suffering, godlike Odysseus prayed there,while the strength of the mules carried the maiden towards the city.And when at last she came to the glorious palace of her father,she halted the wagon in the gateway; and her brothers gathered around her,men like immortals to behold, who from the cartunyoked the mules and carried the garments inside.She, for her part, went to her chamber; and a fire was lit for herby an old Apeiraean woman, her chambermaid Eurymedusa,whom curving ships had once brought from Apeira.She had been chosen as a prize of honor for Alcinous, because he was king over allthe Phaeacians, and the people hearkened to him as to a god.It was she who had reared the white-armed Nausicaa in the palace.She it was who now kindled a fire for her and prepared her supper within.
And then Odysseus arose to go to the city; and Athene,in her fond care for Odysseus, shrouded him in a thick mist,lest any of the great-hearted Phaeacians, meeting him,should taunt him with their words and ask him who he was.But just as he was about to enter the lovely city,there the goddess, bright-eyed Athene, came to meet him,in the guise of a young maiden carrying a water pitcher.She stood before him, and godlike Odysseus questioned her:
“My child, could you not guide me to the house of the manAlcinous, who is ruler among these people?For I am a long-suffering stranger who has come herefrom a distant and unknown land; thus I know no oneamong the people who inhabit this city and its lands.”
To him, in turn, the goddess, bright-eyed Athene, replied:“Indeed, good father stranger, the house you ask ofI will show you, for it stands near my own noble father’s house.But come now, walk in silence, and I shall lead the way.Look at no one and ask no questions.For the men here do not readily welcome strangers,nor do they greet with affection one who comes from another land.They trust in their swift-sailing shipsto traverse the great gulf of the sea, for the Earth-Shaker has granted them this gift.Their ships are as swift as a wing, or as a thought.”
So speaking, Pallas Athene led the wayswiftly, and he followed in the footsteps of the goddess.And the Phaeacians, famed for their ships, did not perceive himas he passed through their midst into the city, for Atheneof the lovely tresses, the awesome goddess, would not allow it; she who had sheda divine mist about him, out of the fondness in her heart.And Odysseus marveled at the harbors and the well-balanced ships,at the meeting places of the heroes themselves, and the long walls,lofty and crowned with palisades, a wonder to behold.But when they had come to the glorious palace of the king,the goddess, bright-eyed Athene, was the first to speak:“Here, good father stranger, is the house you bid mepoint out. You will find the Zeus-nurtured kingsfeasting at a banquet. Go you inside, and let your hearthave no fear; for a bold man is better in allundertakings, even if he comes from another land.First, you shall approach the queen in the great hall.Arete is her name, and she is sprung from the same lineageas he who begot King Alcinous.Poseidon the Earth-Shaker first begot Nausithouswith Periboea, a woman of surpassing beauty,the youngest daughter of great-hearted Eurymedon,who once was king over the prideful Giants.But he brought ruin upon his reckless people, and was himself destroyed.With her, Poseidon lay, and she bore a son,great-hearted Nausithous, who ruled among the Phaeacians.And Nausithous begot Rhexenor and Alcinous.The first of these, while still a bridegroom and without a male heir, was struck down by Apollo of the silver bow,leaving in his halls one only child,Arete; and Alcinous made her his wife,and he honors her as no other woman on earth is honored,of all those who nowadays keep house under their husbands’ rule.Such is the honor she has held, and still holds, in her heart,from her dear children, from Alcinous himself,and from the people, who look upon her as a goddessand greet her with reverence whenever she walks through the city.For she herself is not wanting in sound judgment,and for those she favors, she resolves disputes, even among men.If she should look upon you with a kindly heart,then there is hope for you to see your loved ones and to reachyour high-roofed house and your own native land.”
So speaking, bright-eyed Athene departedover the barren sea, and left lovely Scheria behind.She came to Marathon and to wide-wayed Athens,and entered the well-built house of Erechtheus. But Odysseuswent toward the famed palace of Alcinous; and his heartwas full of many thoughts as he stood there, before reaching the bronze threshold.For a light as of the sun or the moonshone through the high-roofed house of great-hearted Alcinous.For walls of bronze ran along on either side,from the threshold to the innermost chamber, and around them ran a frieze of blue enamel.Golden doors enclosed the stout house within,and silver doorposts stood upon the bronze threshold,with a silver lintel above, and a golden handle.On either side were dogs of gold and silver,which Hephaestus had fashioned with his cunning skillto guard the house of great-hearted Alcinous,immortal they were, and ageless for all their days.Within, thrones were set against the wall on either side,stretching from the threshold to the far recess, and upon them were strewn robesof delicate, finely woven fabric, the work of women.There the leaders of the Phaeacians would take their seats,drinking and eating, for they had provisions in abundance.And golden youths upon well-built pedestalsstood holding blazing torches in their hands,to light the banqueters through the house at night.And fifty serving women he had in the house;some of them grind the golden grain at the millstone,while others weave at the loom or sit and spin the yarn,their hands fluttering like the leaves of a tall poplar tree;and from the close-woven linen, soft oil drips down.For as much as the Phaeacian men are skilled above all othersat sailing a swift ship upon the sea, so are their womendeft at the loom; for Athene has given themsurpassing knowledge of beautiful handiwork, and noble minds.Outside the courtyard, near the doors, is a great orchard
of four acres, and a fence runs around it on both sides.Therein grow tall and flourishing trees—pear trees and pomegranates and apple trees with glistening fruit,sweet fig trees and lusty olive trees.Of these the fruit never fails or runs short,winter or summer, but lasts the whole year through; for ever the West Wind,blowing, brings some to bud and ripens others.Pear upon pear comes to ripeness, apple upon apple,cluster upon cluster of grapes, and fig upon fig.There too a fruitful vineyard has been planted.One part of it, a level sun-drenched patch,is dried by the sun, while other grapes are being gathered,and others still are being trodden. In the forefront are unripe grapesthat have cast off their blossoms, while others are just beginning to darken.And there, at the farthest end of the orchard, are tidy garden bedsof every kind, blooming and lush year-round.In the garden are two springs: one is channeled throughout the whole garden,while the other runs from beneath the courtyard thresholdtowards the high house, and from it the townsfolk draw their water.Such were the glorious gifts of the gods in the house of Alcinous.
There long-suffering, godlike Odysseus stood and gazed.But when he had marveled at everything in his heart,he passed quickly over the threshold and into the house.He found the leaders and counselors of the Phaeacianspouring libations from their cups to the keen-eyed slayer of Argus,to whom they would pour the last offering when they thought of sleep.But long-suffering, godlike Odysseus went through the hall,shrouded in the thick mist Athene had poured about him,until he reached Arete and King Alcinous.Odysseus cast his hands about the knees of Arete,and at that very moment the divine mist dissolved from around him.They all fell silent throughout the hall upon seeing the man,and they gazed in wonder; and Odysseus made his plea:
“Arete, daughter of godlike Rhexenor,to your husband and to your knees I come, after many toils,and to these banqueters as well. May the gods grant them happylives, and may each of them pass on to his childrenthe treasures in his halls and the honors the people have bestowed.But for me, I pray you hasten my escort, that I may reach my homelandthe sooner; for it has been long that I have suffered sorrows far from my own.”
So he spoke, and sat down upon the hearth in the ashesby the fire, and they all fell into a hushed silence.At long last the aged hero Echeneus spoke out,who was the eldest of the Phaeacian men,and excelled in speech, knowing many things of ancient days.With kindly intent he addressed them and said:
“Alcinous, this is not the most seemly thing, nor is it fitting,that a stranger should sit upon the ground, at the hearth in the ashes.These men hold back, awaiting your word.Come now, raise the stranger and seat him upon a silver-studded throne,and bid the heralds to mix morewine, so that we may pour a libation also to Zeus who delights in thunder,he who watches over suppliants worthy of respect.And let the housekeeper give the stranger supper from what is within.”
When the hallowed prince Alcinous heard this,he took by the hand the wise and crafty Odysseus,raised him from the hearth and seated him on a shining throne,bidding his own valiant son, Laodamas, to rise,who sat next to him and whom he loved the most.A handmaiden brought water for washing in a pitcher,a beautiful golden one, and poured it over a silver basin,that he might wash; and she drew up a polished table beside him.And the revered housekeeper brought bread and set it before him,adding many dainties, giving freely of what she had.And so long-suffering, godlike Odysseus drank and ate.Then the prince Alcinous spoke to the herald:
“Pontonous, mix the wine in the crater and serve itto all in the hall, so that we may pour a libation also to Zeus who delights in thunder,he who watches over suppliants worthy of respect.”
So he spoke, and Pontonous mixed the honey-sweet wine,and served it to all, after pouring a few drops in each cup.And when they had poured their libations and had drunk to their hearts' content,Alcinous addressed them and said:
“Hear me, leaders and counselors of the Phaeacians,that I may speak what the heart in my breast commands.Now that you have feasted, go to your homes and rest.In the morning, having summoned more of the elders,we shall entertain the stranger in our halls and to the godswe shall make fine sacrifice. Then we shall also considerhis journey home, so that the stranger, without toil or trouble,under our escort may reach his native land,rejoicing and swiftly, though he be from very far away,and that he suffer no harm or misfortune on the way,before he sets foot on his own soil. There, he shall thensuffer whatever fate and the stern Fates spun for himwith their thread on the day his mother gave him birth.But if he is one of the immortals come down from heaven,then this must be some new design the gods are contriving.For always in the past the gods have appeared to us in plain sightwhen we offer them glorious hecatombs,and they feast among us, sitting where we sit.And if a wayfarer traveling alone should meet them,they do not hide themselves, for we are near of kin to them,like the Cyclopes and the wild tribes of the Giants.”
Then resourceful Odysseus answered him and said:“Alcinous, let your heart be troubled by other thoughts; for I am in no waylike the immortals who hold the wide heavens,neither in form nor in stature, but like mortal men.Whomever you know among men to have borne the heaviest burden of sorrow,to them I would liken myself in my sufferings.And I could tell of still more woes,the sum of all that I have endured by the will of the gods.But allow me to eat my supper, despite my grief.For there is nothing more shameless than the wretched belly,which bids a man to be mindful of it, by force,even when he is worn out and bears sorrow in his heart,just as I now bear sorrow in my heart, yet my belly everbids me to eat and to drink, and makes me forgetall that I have suffered, and commands me to take my fill.But as for you, make haste when the dawn appears,so that you may set me, ill-fated man that I am, upon my native soil,even after my many sorrows. Let life itself abandon me, once I have seenmy possessions, my servants, and my great, high-roofed house.”
So he spoke, and they all gave their assent and urgedthat the stranger be sent on his way, for he had spoken fittingly.And when they had poured libations and drunk to their hearts' content,they went, each to his own home, to take their rest.But godlike Odysseus was left behind in the great hall,and beside him sat Arete and godlike Alcinous,while the handmaidens cleared away the dishes from the feast.Then white-armed Arete was the first to speak,for she recognized the cloak and tunic when she saw the finegarments, which she herself had made with her serving women.And raising her voice, she spoke these winged words:
“Stranger, I myself will be the first to question you.Who are you, and from where? Who gave you these clothes?Did you not say you came here wandering over the sea?”
Then resourceful Odysseus answered her and said:“It is a hard task, O Queen, to tell the tale of my sorrowsfrom end to end, for the heavenly gods have given me many.But this I will tell you, which you ask and inquire of me.There is an island, Ogygia, that lies far off in the sea.There dwells the daughter of Atlas, the wily Calypsoof the lovely tresses, an awesome goddess; and no one keeps her company,neither of gods nor of mortal men.But as for me, ill-fated man, some divinity brought me to her hearth,all alone, for Zeus had struck my swift ship with his gleaming thunderboltand smashed it to pieces in the midst of the wine-dark sea.There all my other noble comrades perished,but I clasped the keel of my curved ship in my armsand was carried for nine days; and on the tenth black nightthe gods brought me to the isle of Ogygia, where Calypsoof the lovely tresses dwells, an awesome goddess. She took me in,cared for me with devotion and fed me, and said she would make meimmortal and ageless for all my days.But she never persuaded the heart within my breast.There I remained for seven years without cease, and forever I
wet with my tears the immortal garments Calypso had given me.But when the eighth year came round in its turning,she at last urged and commanded me to depart,either because of a message from Zeus, or because her own mind had changed.She sent me on a well-bound raft, and gave me many things,food and sweet wine, and clothed me in immortal garments,and sent forth a gentle and harmless breeze.For seventeen days I sailed, journeying over the sea,and on the eighteenth, the shadowy mountains of your landappeared, and my own heart rejoiced,ill-fated that I was. For I was yet to encounter the greatmisery that Poseidon the Earth-Shaker sent upon me.He roused the winds against me and blocked my path,and stirred up the sea to a monstrous height, and the waves would not allow meto be carried on my raft, groaning heavily as I was.Then the storm shattered it to pieces; but I,swimming, made my way through this gulf of the sea, until the wind and waterdrove me and brought me to your shore.There, as I tried to climb out, the waves would have dashed me against the land,hurling me against great rocks and a forbidding place.But I drew back and swam on again, until I cameto a river, where the place seemed best to me,smooth of rocks, and there was shelter from the wind.I struggled out, gathering my spirit, and ambrosial nightdrew on. I went apart from the heaven-fed river,and climbing into a thicket, lay down to sleep, and I heaped leavesabout me; and a god poured down a boundless sleep.There among the leaves, my spirit in grief,I slept all night, through the dawn and until midday.The sun was setting when sweet sleep released me.And I saw the handmaidens of your daughter on the shore,at their play, and among them was she, like unto the goddesses.I pleaded with her; and she in no way fell short of sound judgment,acting in a way you would not expect a younger person you metto behave; for the young are ever thoughtless.She gave me bread in plenty, and sparkling wine,and bathed me in the river, and gave me these clothes.This, though in sorrow, is the truth I have told you.”
Then Alcinous answered him in turn and said:“Stranger, in this one thing my child did not show proper judgment,in that she did not bring you to our house along with her serving women,since she was the first one to whom you made your plea.”
Then resourceful Odysseus answered him and said:“Hero, do not for my sake rebuke your blameless daughter.For she did bid me follow along with her handmaidens,but I was unwilling, out of fear and shame,lest perhaps your own heart might grow vexed at the sight;for we tribes of men upon the earth are given to suspicion.”
Then Alcinous answered him in turn and said:“Stranger, the heart in my breast is not of such a kindas to be angered for no reason; in all things, measure is best.By father Zeus, Athene, and Apollo, I wish that,being the man you are, and thinking as I do,you would take my daughter to wife and be called my son-in-law,remaining here. A house and possessions I would give you,if you were willing to stay. But against your will, no oneof the Phaeacians shall keep you; may that not be pleasing to father Zeus.As for your passage, so you may be assured, I appoint it fortomorrow. Then, you shall lie down, subdued by sleep,and my men will row you over the calm sea, until you reachyour homeland and your house, or wherever else you please,even if it be much farther than Euboea,which our people who have seen it say is the most distant of lands,that time they took fair-haired Rhadamanthusto visit Tityos, son of Gaia.They went there, and without wearying they accomplished the journeyin a single day and returned home again.You will see for yourself how far my shipsand my young men excel at tossing the sea with their oars.”
So he spoke, and long-suffering, godlike Odysseus rejoiced,and making a prayer, he spoke, and called out and said:
“Father Zeus, may Alcinous accomplish all that he has said.Then his fame upon the grain-giving earth would beunquenchable, and I would reach my native land.”
Thus they spoke such things to one another,while white-armed Arete bade her handmaidensto place a bedstead under the portico, and to lay upon it finepurple blankets, and spread tapestries over them,and to put fleecy cloaks on top for warmth.The maidens went from the hall holding torches in their hands.And when, bustling, they had spread the sturdy bed,they stood beside Odysseus and urged him with their words:“Arise to go to sleep, stranger; your bed is made.”So they spoke, and to him it seemed a welcome thing to go to rest.
So there he slept, the long-suffering, godlike Odysseus,on a corded bedstead beneath the echoing portico.But Alcinous lay down in the innermost room of the high house,and beside him the lady his wife prepared his bed and his rest.