But Pallas Athene journeyed to Lacedaemon with its wide dancing-grounds,to find the glorious son of great-hearted Odysseus,to remind him of his return and to urge him to set forth.She found Telemachus and the splendid son of Nestorsleeping in the portico of renowned Menelaus.Indeed, the son of Nestor was fast held by gentle sleep,but sweet sleep did not possess Telemachus; instead, in his heart,throughout the ambrosial night, cares for his father kept him awake.Standing close beside him, grey-eyed Athene spoke:
“Telemachus, it is no longer seemly for you to wander so far from home,leaving behind your wealth and the men in your halls,who are so arrogant; lest they devour all yourpossessions, dividing them among themselves, and you find your journey has been for naught.But press Menelaus, master of the war-cry, to send you on your way at once,so that you may still find your blameless mother in your home.For her father and her brothers are already urging herto marry Eurymachus; for he outdoes all the othersuitors with his gifts and ever increases his bridal offerings.See that she does not carry some treasure from the house against your will.For you know the sort of spirit that is in a woman’s breast:she wishes to enrich the house of the man who weds her,and of her former children and of her own dear husband,once he is dead, she no longer thinks, nor does she ask of them.So go, and entrust all your possessions yourselfto whichever of the serving-women seems to you the best,until the gods reveal to you a glorious bride.And I will tell you another thing; take it to heart.The noblest of the suitors are lying in ambush for you with intentin the strait between Ithaca and rugged Samos,eager to kill you before you can reach your native soil.But I do not think this will come to pass; sooner, I say, will the earth close over someof the suitors who devour your livelihood.But keep your well-built ship far from the islands,and sail on by night as well; a fair wind will be sent from behind youby whichever of the immortals guards and protects you.Then, as soon as you touch the first shore of Ithaca,send your ship and all your comrades on to the city,but you yourself must go first to the swineherd,who watches over your pigs, and who is as loyal to you as ever.There you shall rest for the night; and send him into the cityto deliver a message to prudent Penelope,that you are safe and have returned from Pylos.”
So she spoke, and departed for lofty Olympus.But Telemachus roused Nestor’s son from his sweet sleep,stirring him with a kick of his foot, and spoke this word to him:
“Awake, Peisistratus, son of Nestor; bring the single-hoofed horsesand yoke them to the chariot, so that we may be on our way.”
But Peisistratus, son of Nestor, answered him in turn:“Telemachus, there is no way, however eager we are for the road,that we can drive through the murky night; and soon it will be dawn.So wait, until the hero, son of Atreus, spear-famed Menelaus,can bring gifts and place them upon the chariot,
and with kind words can speak his farewell and send us on our way.For a guest remembers for all his daysthe host who has shown him kindness.”
So he spoke, and at once came golden-throned Dawn.And Menelaus, master of the war-cry, came to them,rising from his bed beside Helen of the lovely hair.When the dear son of Odysseus saw him,he quickly donned his gleaming tunic about his skinand threw his great cloak over his mighty shoulders,a hero, and went to the door. Standing beside Menelaus, he spoke,Telemachus, dear son of godlike Odysseus:
“Menelaus, son of Atreus, Zeus-nurtured, leader of men,send me now upon my way to my own dear native land;for now my heart yearns to return home.”
Then Menelaus, master of the war-cry, answered him:“Telemachus, I will not keep you here for long,eager as you are to return. I would reproach any otherhost who loves too muchor hates too much; in all things, measure is best.It is an equal evil to urge a guest to depart who is unwilling,and to detain one who is eager to leave.One must cherish the guest who is present, and speed the one who wishes to go.But wait, until I can bring fine gifts and place them on the chariotfor you to see with your own eyes, and until I tell the womento prepare a meal in the hall from the stores within.There is both honor and glory, and good sustenance besides,in dining before you journey over the wide and boundless earth.And if you wish to travel through Hellas and midmost Argos,I myself will accompany you, and I will yoke horses for you,and I will guide you to the cities of men. And no one will send us awayempty-handed, but will give us at least one thing to carry with us,either a tripod of fine bronze or a cauldron,or two mules, or a golden cup.”
And in his turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“Menelaus, son of Atreus, Zeus-nurtured, leader of men,I wish to return now to my own home, for I did not leaveany guardian behind to watch over my possessions when I left.I fear that while I seek my godlike father, I myself might be lost,or that some goodly treasure might be lost from my halls.”
When Menelaus, master of the war-cry, heard this,he at once commanded his wife and her handmaidensto prepare a meal in the hall from the stores within.And Eteoneus, son of Boethous, who had just risenfrom his bed, came near, for he did not live far from him.Menelaus, master of the war-cry, told him to light a fireand to roast the meats, and he, hearing, did not disobey.But the king himself went down to his fragrant treasure-chamber,not alone, for with him went Helen and Megapenthes.And when they came to the place where his treasures lay,the son of Atreus took up a two-handled cup,and he bade his son Megapenthes to bring a mixing bowlof silver. And Helen stood by the chestswhere her richly embroidered robes were kept, which she had made herself.Lifting one of these, Helen, brightest of women, brought it forth;it was the most beautiful in its embroidery and the largest,and it shone like a star. It lay beneath all the others.Then they went on through the house until they cameto Telemachus, and fair-haired Menelaus spoke to him:
“Telemachus, may your return be just as you desire it in your heart;may Zeus, the loud-thundering husband of Hera, so accomplish it.And of the gifts, the treasures that lie in my house,I will give you the one that is most beautiful and most prized.I will give you a skillfully wrought mixing bowl; it is of silverall through, but its rims are finished with gold,the work of Hephaestus. The hero Phaedimus,king of the Sidonians, gave it to me, when his house sheltered meon my journey home. And I wish to bestow it upon you.”
Saying this, the hero, son of Atreus, placed the two-handled cup in his hands.And the strong Megapenthes brought the gleaming mixing bowlof silver and set it before him, while Helen of the fair cheeksstood near with the robe in her hands,and she spoke a word and called him by name:
“I too give you this gift, dear child,a keepsake of Helen’s hands, for the time of your own longed-for marriage,for your bride to wear. Until then, let it lie with your dear motherin your halls. And may you return rejoicingto your well-built home and your native soil.”
So saying, she placed it in his hands, and he received it with joy.And the hero Peisistratus took the gifts and placed them in a basket,and marvelled at them all in his heart.Then fair-haired Menelaus led them to the house.Then they sat down upon chairs and high-backed thrones.A handmaid brought water in a beautiful golden pitcherand poured it over a silver basinfor them to wash, and beside them she drew up a polished table.A revered stewardess brought bread and set it before them,adding many delicacies, giving freely of what she had.And the son of Boethous carved the meat and distributed the portions,while the son of renowned Menelaus poured the wine.And they put forth their hands to the good things that lay ready before them.But when they had put away their desire for food and drink,then indeed Telemachus and the splendid son of Nestoryoked the horses and mounted the inlaid chariot,and drove out from the gateway and the echoing portico.And after them went the son of Atreus, fair-haired Menelaus,holding honey-sweet wine in his right handin a golden cup, so that they might pour a libation before they departed.He stood before the horses, and pledging them, he spoke:
“Farewell, you two young men, and give my greetings to Nestor, shepherd of the people;for he was as gentle as a father to me,while we sons of the Achaeans waged war in the land of Troy.”
And in his turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“Indeed, Zeus-nurtured king, we shall tell him all these thingsjust as you say, when we arrive. Would that I might so,on my return to Ithaca, find Odysseus in his house,and tell him how I come from you, having met with every kindness,and bringing with me many fine treasures.”
As he spoke, a bird flew by on his right,an eagle, carrying in its talons a huge white goose,a tame one from the yard; and men and women followed, shouting.But the eagle, drawing near them,darted to the right before the horses. And when they saw it,they rejoiced, and the hearts in all their breasts were gladdened.And among them, Peisistratus, son of Nestor, was the first to speak:
“Consider now, Menelaus, Zeus-nurtured, leader of men,whether the god has shown this portent for us, or for you yourself.”
So he spoke, and Menelaus, beloved of Ares, pondered,how he might thoughtfully interpret it as was fitting.But long-robed Helen anticipated him and spoke these words:
“Hear me, for I shall prophesy, as the immortalscast it into my heart, and as I believe it will come to pass.Just as this eagle snatched the goose fattened in the house,coming from the mountain where it was born and bred,so Odysseus, after suffering many woes and wandering far,will return home and take his revenge. Or perhaps he is alreadyat home, and is planting the seeds of doom for all the suitors.”
And in turn, the prudent Telemachus answered her:“May Zeus, the loud-thundering husband of Hera, so ordain it now.Then even there, in my own land, I would pray to you as to a goddess.”
He spoke, and laid the whip upon the horses, and they swiftlydashed toward the plain, eager to be through the city.And all day long they shook the yoke that they wore about their necks.The sun went down and all the ways grew dark,and they came to Pherae, to the house of Diocles,son of Ortilochus, whom the river Alpheus fathered.There they rested for the night, and he gave them guest-gifts.
And when the early-born, rosy-fingered Dawn appeared,they yoked the horses and mounted the inlaid chariot,and drove out from the gateway and the echoing portico.He whipped them to a run, and the two flew on, not unwillingly.And soon thereafter they reached the steep citadel of Pylos;and then Telemachus spoke to the son of Nestor:
“Son of Nestor, how might you promise and fulfillmy request? We declare ourselves to be guest-friends through and throughfrom the friendship of our fathers, and we are of an age as well;and this journey will make our hearts even more as one.
Do not drive me past my ship, Zeus-nurtured friend, but leave me there,lest the old man detain me against my will in his house,out of a desire to show me kindness; but I must reach home more quickly.”
So he spoke, and the son of Nestor considered in his hearthow he might properly promise and fulfill the request.And as he pondered, this seemed the better course:he turned his horses toward the swift ship and the shore of the sea,and he took out the fine gifts and stowed them in the ship’s stern,the clothing and the gold that Menelaus had given him.And urging Telemachus on, he spoke these winged words:
“Hurry now, board your ship and bid all your comrades do the same,before I reach home and bring word to the old man.For this I know well in my mind and in my heart:such is his imperious spirit, he will not let you go,but will come here himself to summon you, and I do not thinkhe will return empty-handed; for he will be mightily angered in any case.”
So speaking, he drove the horses with their beautiful manesback to the city of the Pylians, and swiftly reached the palace.But Telemachus called out and urged on his comrades:
“Stow the gear in order, comrades, in the black ship,and let us go aboard ourselves, so that we may get on with our journey.”
So he spoke, and they listened to him readily and obeyed.At once they went aboard and sat down upon the rowing benches.
While Telemachus was thus busied and praying and sacrificing to Athenebeside the ship’s stern, a man from a distant land drew near,a fugitive from Argos for having killed a man.He was a seer, and a descendant of the line of Melampus,who in former times used to live in Pylos, mother of flocks,a wealthy man dwelling in a house far grander than those of other Pylians.But then he went to the land of another people, fleeing his countryand great-hearted Neleus, the most magnificent of living men,who for a full year held by force his great wealth.Meanwhile Melampus lay in the halls of Phylacus,bound in grievous chains, suffering sharp painson account of the daughter of Neleus and the heavy madnessthat the goddess, the dreaded Erinys, had laid upon his mind.But he escaped his doom and drove the loud-bellowing cattlefrom Phylace to Pylos and avenged the shameful deedof godlike Neleus, and brought the maiden to his brotherto be his wife. But he himself went to the land of another people,to Argos, pastureland of horses, for there it was fated for himto dwell, ruling over many Argives.There he married a wife and built a high-roofed house,and fathered Antiphates and Mantius, two mighty sons.Antiphates, in turn, fathered great-hearted Oicles,and Oicles fathered Amphiaraus, rouser of the host,whom both aegis-bearing Zeus and Apollo loved with all their hearts,with every kind of affection; yet he did not reach the threshold of old age,but perished in Thebes on account of a woman’s gifts.His sons were Alcmaeon and Amphilochus.Mantius, for his part, fathered Polypheides and Cleitus.But Cleitus, golden-throned Dawn snatched awayfor his beauty’s sake, that he might dwell among the immortals.But Apollo made the proud Polypheides a seer,by far the best of mortals, after Amphiaraus was dead.Angered with his father, he removed to Hyperesia,and dwelling there he prophesied for all mortals.
It was his son who now approached, Theoclymenus by name,and he stood then near Telemachus. He found himpouring libations and praying beside the swift black ship,and raising his voice, he spoke to him these winged words:
“Friend, since I find you sacrificing in this place,I beseech you by your sacrifices and by the divinity, and thenby your own life and the lives of the comrades who follow you,tell me truthfully what I ask, and do not conceal it:Who are you and from where? Where is your city and your parents?”
And in turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“Then I will tell you, stranger, most truly.I am from Ithaca by birth, and my father is Odysseus,if ever he was; but now he has perished by a grievous doom.For that reason I have now taken companions and a black shipand have come to seek news of my father, so long departed.”
And in turn, godlike Theoclymenus addressed him:“So it is for me as well: I am an exile from my country, for having killed a manof my own tribe. Many are his brothers and kinsmenin horse-pasturing Argos, and they hold great power over the Achaeans.It is from them that I flee, to escape death and a black fate,since it is now my lot to wander among men.But grant me passage on your ship, since I have come to you as a fugitive and a suppliant,lest they kill me; for I think they are in pursuit.”
And in his turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“Indeed I will not, of my own will, push you from my well-benched ship.But come with us; and there you shall be entertained with what we have.”
So speaking, he took from him his bronze-tipped spearand laid it full length upon the deck of the curved ship,and he himself went aboard the sea-faring vessel.He then sat down in the stern, and beside himhe seated Theoclymenus; and the others cast off the stern-cables.And Telemachus called out and urged on his comradesto lay hold of the tackling, and they eagerly obeyed.They raised the pine-wood mast and set it in the hollow socketof the mast-box, and made it fast with the forestays,and they hauled up the white sails with well-twisted ropes of ox-hide.And for them a fair wind was sent by grey-eyed Athene,rushing furiously through the upper air, so that the shipmight most swiftly accomplish its course over the salt water of the sea.They passed by Crouni and Chalcis of the fair-flowing streams.
The sun went down and all the ways grew dark,and the ship drew near to Pheae, driven by the wind of Zeus,and passed by godlike Elis, where the Epeians hold sway.From there he steered her on toward the sharp-peaked islands,wondering whether he would escape death or be taken.But in the hut, Odysseus and the godlike swineherdwere taking their supper, and with them supped the other men.But when they had put away their desire for food and drink,Odysseus spoke among them, to test the swineherd,to see whether he would still kindly entreat him to remain,and bid him stay there in the steading, or would urge him toward the city:
“Listen now, Eumaeus, and all you other comrades.In the morning I am eager to go to the cityto beg, so that I do not wear you and your comrades out.But give me good counsel and also a worthy guide to go with me,to lead me there. And in the city, of necessity, I myselfshall wander, to see if some man will offer me a cup and a crust of bread.And I might go to the house of godlike Odysseusto bring a message to prudent Penelope,and I might mix with the arrogant suitors,to see if they would give me a meal, having countless good things themselves.Quickly I could serve them well in whatever they might wish.For I will tell you this, and you mark well and listen to me:by the grace of Hermes the messenger, who givesgrace and glory to the deeds of all men,in service no other mortal could vie with me:in laying a fire well and in splitting dry wood,in carving and in roasting, and in pouring wine,in all such things as lesser men do to serve the noble.”
And greatly distressed, you spoke to him, Eumaeus the swineherd:“Ah me, stranger, why has such a thoughtentered your mind? Are you truly so eager to perish there,if you truly wish to enter the throng of the suitors,whose insolence and violence reach the iron heavens?Their attendants are not men such as you,but young men, well clad in cloaks and tunics,their heads and handsome faces always gleaming with oil,these are the ones who serve them. And the well-polished tablesare laden with bread and meat and wine.But stay here. For no one is vexed by your presence,neither I nor any other of the comrades who are with me.But when the dear son of Odysseus arrives,he will give you a cloak and a tunic for clothing,and will send you wherever your heart and spirit bid you go.”
Then much-enduring, godlike Odysseus answered him:“Eumaeus, may you be as dear to father Zeus as you are to me,for you have put a stop to my wandering and my dire suffering.For mortals there is nothing worse than to wander;but for the sake of the cursed belly men suffer evil woes,
whomever wandering, and pain, and sorrow should befall.But now, since you detain me and bid me to await him,come, tell me about the mother of godlike Odysseus,and his father, whom he left behind on the threshold of old age when he departed.Are they perhaps still alive beneath the rays of the sun,or are they already dead and in the house of Hades?”
And the swineherd, a leader of men, answered him in turn:“Then I will tell you, stranger, most truly.Laertes is still alive, but he prays always to Zeusthat the life might leave his limbs in his own halls.For he grieves terribly for his departed sonand for his wise wife of his youth, whose deathpained him most of all and brought him to a raw old age.She died of grief for her glorious son,a miserable death—may no one who is a friend to meand does friendly deeds, dwelling here, ever die so.As long as she was alive, though she was grieving,it was still a pleasure for me to ask after and question her,because she herself raised me, along with long-robed Ctimene,her noble daughter, the youngest child she bore.I was raised with her, and she honored me little less than her own.But when we both reached the lovely season of youth,they gave her in marriage to a man of Same, and received countless gifts.But as for me, she herself gave me a cloak and tunic, very finegarments to wear, and sandals for my feet, and sent meto the fields; and in her heart she loved me all the more.Now I miss these things; but for my part, the blessed godsmake the work prosper at which I remain.From this work I have eaten and drunk and given to those I respect.But from my mistress there is no kind word to be heard,neither word nor deed, since this evil has befallen the house,these insolent men. And servants greatly longto speak before their mistress and to learn every detail,and to eat and to drink, and then to take something backto the country, such things as always warm the hearts of servants.”
And resourceful Odysseus answered him, saying:“Good heavens, Eumaeus the swineherd, how you must have wanderedso far, when you were just a boy, from your country and your parents.But come, tell me this, and speak it truly,was the wide-wayed city of men sacked,in which your father and your lady mother dwelt,or were you left alone with the sheep or the cattle, whenhostile men seized you in their ships and carried you offto this man’s house, and he paid a worthy price for you?”
And the swineherd, a leader of men, answered him in turn:“Stranger, since you ask and question me about these things,listen now in silence, and take your pleasure, and drink your winewhile seated. These nights are of wondrous length. There is time for sleeping,and there is time for taking delight in stories. Nor is there any need for youto lie down before the hour; too much sleep is also a weariness.As for the others, whoever’s heart and spirit bid him,let him go out and sleep; and as soon as dawn appears,after breaking his fast, let him follow the master’s swine.But we two in the hut, drinking and feasting,let us take pleasure in each other’s grievous sorrows,remembering them; for a man finds pleasure even in his pains,one who has suffered much and wandered much.And this I will tell you, since you ask and question me.
There is an island called Syria, if you have perhaps heard of it,above Ortygia, where the sun makes its turnings.It is not overly populous, but it is a good land,rich in cattle and rich in sheep, full of wine and wheat.Famine never enters that land, nor does any otherhateful sickness fall upon wretched mortals.But when the tribes of men grow old in the city,Apollo of the silver bow comes, along with Artemis,and with his gentle arrows he attacks and slays them.There are two cities, and all things are divided between them,and my father was king over both,Ctesius, son of Ormenus, a man like the immortals.
Then came the Phoenicians, men famous for their ships,wily traders, bringing countless trinkets in their black ship.And there was in my father’s house a Phoenician woman,beautiful and tall, and skilled in glorious handiwork.The much-conniving Phoenicians seduced her.First, one of them lay with her by the hollow ship as she was washing clothes,in love and intimacy, which can beguile the mindsof womankind, even one who is of good character.Then he asked her who she was and from where she came,and she at once pointed out her father’s high-roofed house:
‘I claim to be from Sidon, rich in bronze, -and I am the daughter of Arybas, who flows with wealth.But Taphian pirates seized meas I was coming from the fields, and carried me here,to this man’s house, and he paid a worthy price for me.’
Then the man who had lain with her in secret answered her:‘Would you then return home again with us,to see the high-roofed house of your father and motherand see them, too? For they are still alive and are called wealthy.’
The woman then answered him and spoke this word:‘That too might be, if you sailors are willingto swear an oath to me that you will take me home unharmed.’
So she spoke, and they all swore the oath as she commanded.But when they had sworn and completed the oath,the woman again spoke among them and answered with this word:
‘Be silent now; let no one speak to me with words,none of your companions, meeting me either on the roador perhaps at the spring, lest someone go to the old man’s houseand tell him, and he, growing suspicious, should bind mein grievous chains and plot your destruction.But keep my words in your hearts, and press on with the sale of your wares.But when your ship is full of goods,let a message come quickly to me at the house.For I will also bring whatever gold comes to my hand.And I would gladly give another thing for my passage money.For I am nursing the son of a good man in the halls,a clever boy like that, who runs along with me out of doors.I could bring him aboard the ship, and he would fetch you a countless price,wherever you might sell him among foreign-speaking men.’
So she spoke, and went away to the fine house.But they remained there with us for a whole year,and in their hollow ship they gathered a great store of goods.But when their hollow ship was loaded for their return,they then sent a messenger to tell the woman.A man of great cunning came to my father’s housewith a golden necklace, strung here and there with amber beads.In the hall, the serving maids and my lady motherwere handling it with their hands and gazing at it with their eyes,offering a price for it. But he nodded to her in silence.And having given his signal, he went away to the hollow ship.Then she took me by the hand and led me out of the house.In the forecourt she found the cups and tablesof the feasting men who attended my father.They had gone forth to the council place and to the people’s assembly,and she quickly hid three cups under her bosomand carried them off. And I followed her in my innocence.
The sun went down and all the ways grew dark.We came to the famous harbor, making our way swiftly,where the swift-sailing ship of the Phoenician men was.Then they went aboard and sailed over the watery ways,taking us both aboard. And Zeus sent a fair wind.
For six days we sailed, by night and by day alike.But when Zeus, son of Cronos, brought on the seventh day,then Artemis, the archer-goddess, struck the woman,and she fell with a thud into the bilge, like a sea-mew.And they cast her out to become prey for the seals and the fish.But I was left behind, my heart aching.The wind and the water carried them and brought them to Ithaca,where Laertes bought me with his own possessions.This is how I came to see this land with my own eyes.”
And him in turn Zeus-born Odysseus answered with a word:“Eumaeus, you have indeed stirred the spirit in my breast,telling me each of these things, all the sorrows you have suffered in your heart.But truly, alongside the bad, Zeus has set a good thing for you,
since after much toil you have come to the house of a kind man,who kindly gives you food and drink,and you live a good life. But as for me, I have come herewandering through the many cities of mortals.”
Thus they spoke these things to one another,and they lay down to sleep, but not for a long time, only a short while,for soon came fair-throned Dawn. On the shore,the comrades of Telemachus were loosing the sails, and they took down the mastquickly, and rowed the ship forward into its mooring.They cast out the anchor stones and made fast the stern-cables.And they themselves went ashore onto the sea-beach,and they prepared their meal and mixed the gleaming wine.But when they had put away their desire for food and drink,prudent Telemachus was the first to speak among them:
“You now row the black ship to the city,while I shall visit the fields and the herdsmen.In the evening, having seen my lands, I will come down to the city.In the morning I shall set before you a traveller’s meal,a good feast of meat and sweet-tasting wine.”
And in turn, godlike Theoclymenus addressed him:“But where am I to go, dear child? To whose house shall I comeof the men who hold sway over rocky Ithaca?Or shall I go straight to your mother and your own house?”
And in his turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“In other circumstances, I would bid you come to our own house,for there is no lack of hospitality; but for you yourself it would beworse, since I will be away, and my mother will not see you.For she does not often appear to the suitors in the house,but works her loom in an upper chamber, away from them.But I will point out another man to you, to whom you might go,Eurymachus, the glorious son of wise Polybus,whom the Ithacans now look upon as a god.For he is by far the noblest man and is most eagerto marry my mother and have the high honor of Odysseus.But Olympian Zeus, who dwells in the heavens, knows these things,whether he will bring upon them an evil day before the wedding.”
As he spoke, a bird flew by on his right,a hawk, the swift messenger of Apollo. In its clawsit held a dove and was plucking it, and shed the feathers to the groundmidway between the ship and Telemachus himself.And Theoclymenus, calling him apart from his comrades,took his hand in his and spoke a word and called him by name:
“Telemachus, not without a god’s will has this bird come on your right hand;for I knew as soon as I saw it that it was a bird of omen.There is no other line more kingly than yoursin the land of Ithaca, but you shall be strong forever.”
And in his turn, the prudent Telemachus answered him:“Ah, stranger, would that this word might be fulfilled.Then you would soon come to know my friendship and many giftsfrom me, so that anyone who met you would call you blessed.”
He spoke, and addressed Peiraeus, his faithful comrade:“Peiraeus, son of Clytius, you who obey me most of allin other matters among my comrades who followed me to Pylos,now take this stranger to your houseand treat him with kindness and honor, until I come.”
And Peiraeus, famed with the spear, answered him in turn:“Telemachus, even if you were to remain here for a long time,I would care for this man, and he would have no lack of hospitality.”
So saying, he went on board the ship, and bade his comradesto go on board themselves and to cast off the stern-cables.And they quickly went aboard and sat down upon the rowing benches.
But Telemachus bound fine sandals beneath his feet,and took up a valiant spear, tipped with sharp bronze,from the ship’s deck, while the men cast off the stern-cables.They pushed off and sailed to the city, as he had commanded,Telemachus, dear son of godlike Odysseus.But his feet, striding swiftly, carried him onward, until he reached the courtyardwhere his countless swine were kept, and where the swineherd,an excellent man, slept among them, with a loyal heart for his masters.