something I prefer to lush horse pasture.
No island sloping down into the sea
has meadows fit for raising horses,
and that's especially true of Ithaca.
Then the great war-shouter Menelaus smiled,
patted Telemachus with his hand, and said:
My lad, the
would let a tear fall on his cheek for one whole day,
not even if his mother and his father died,
or if, in his own presence, men armed with swords
hacked down his brother or his son, as he looked on.
Zeus' daughter had effective healing potions,
This likeness you've just noticed, my dear wife,
I've observed, as well. His feet are similar,
as are his hands, the glances from his eyes,
his head, and his hair on top. And just now,
as I was remembering Odysseus,
discussing all the troubles he'd endure
of his murderous wife. So you can understand
there is no joy for me in being king
of these possessions. You may have heard this
from your fathers, whoever they may be.
I suffered many troubles and allowed
a really well-established home, endowed
or should he first question him and sound him out
on each and every detail? As he thought of this
in his mind and heart, Helen came into the room,
emerging from her fragrant high-roofed chamber.
She looked like golden-arrowed goddess Artemis.
a mark of honour. So the two men helped themselves,
eating the fine meal prepared and set before them.
When they'd had their heart's content of food and drink,
Telemachus leaned his head close to Nestor's son,
so no one else could hear, and spoke to him:
to follow him. They took the sweating horses
from the harness and hitched them in the stables,
scattering wheat for them, mixed with white barley grains,
leaned the chariot against the luminescent wall,
and led the men into the godlike building.
all enjoying themselves. Among them was a singer,
accompanying his godlike song by playing the lyre.
As he began to sing, two tumblers ran and jumped
here and there, through the middle of the crowd.
As the two visitors, heroic Telemachus
and Nestor's nobl
Telemachus Visits Menelaus in Sparta
[Telemachus and Peisistratus arrive at Menelaus' home in Sparta; Menelaus
welcomes them, talks of Agamemnon and Odysseus; Helen questions
Menelaus about the guests, drugs the wine, tells the story of Odysseus
they bring fresh water.
Once Nestor finished speaking,
the men all set to work. The heifer from the plain
was driven in, and brave Telemachus' comrades
arrived from their fine ship. The goldsmith came, as well,
gripping the bronze tools he needed for his
Next, the old man burned the pieces on split wood
and poured gleaming wine on them. Beside Nestor
stood young men holding five-pronged forks. Once the thighs
had been completely burned and they'd sampled innards,
they cut up the remaining meat, placed it
They reached the home of Diocles in Pherae.
He was Ortilochus' son, whose father
was Alpheus, and there they spent the night.
Diocles offered them the hospitality
he owed to strangers who stayed there as his guests.
As soon as rose-fingered early Dawn app
he was the only one as yet unmarried.
Nestor himself slept in an inner chamber
inside the high-roofed house, with his noble wife,
who had prepared the bed, lying down beside him.
As soon as rose-fingered early Dawn appeared,
Geranian horseman Nestor got u
taking on the form of a sea eagle. Amazement
gripped all the Achaeans. And the old man, too,
was astonished as his eyes took in the sight.
He grabbed Telemachus' hand and said to him:
My friend, I don't think you'll turn out to be
a bad or feeble man, if
That tribute made, they drank wine to their heart's content.
Then both Athena and godlike Telemachus
wished to get back to their hollow ship. But Nestor,
wanting them to stay, appealed to them and said:
Zeus and other eternal gods forbid
that you should l
make it home by sea in our swift ships.
I would have given him an Argive city
and built a home for him, where he could live,
bringing him from Ithaca with all his wealth,
his son, and his own people. I'd have emptied
some neighbouring city in the region,
for these unhappy menwe cut our hair
and let the tears run down our cheeks. I have
a brother who was killed, not the worst man
among the Argives. Perhaps you knew him.
I never met him, never even saw him,
but they say Antilochus surpassed all men
Once I'd appeased the anger of those gods
who live forever, I made a funeral mound
for Agamemnon, to make sure his fame
would never die, and when Id finished that,
I set off on my journey home. The gods
gave me fair winds and brought me with all speed
I saw him on an island. He was weeping
in the palace of the nymph Calypso,
who keeps him there by force. He has no way
of getting back to his own landhe lacks
companions and ships equipped with oars,
to carry him across the sea's broad back.
As for you, Z
he suspected nothing of the murder
and then, after the feast, he butchered him,
just as one might slay an ox in its own stall.
Of those companions of the son of Atreus
who followed him, not one was left alive.
Nor were any of Aegisthus' comrades
where Ajax sat when his mind first became
so utterly deluded. He fell down
into the endless surging waves and died
by swallowing salt water. But your brother
escaped that fatehe and his hollow ships
survived, for queen Hera rescued him.
And then, when he
I will carry out what you have told me.
But come now, tell meand speak truthfully
did Achaeans in those ships get safely back,
all those men Nestor and myself left there
when we set out from Troy? Did any die
a bitter death on board, or in the ar
and ambush me against my will? And why?
What do you need?
When he'd said this to me,
I answered him and said:
You know that, old man,
so why mislead me with such questioning?
I've been stranded too long on this island
and can't discover any sign of help.
who'd plunged into the bosom of the sea,
brought up four seal skins from the ocean depths,
each one freshly skinned, then set up the plot
against her father. She scooped out in the sand
some pits to hide in, and then waited there.
Once we'd come up really
a herd of sealsthey are the offspring
of the lovely daughter of the sea and swim up
out of the gray water. Their breath gives off
the sharp salt smell of the deep sea. At daybreak,
I'll take you there and organize an ambush.
You must carefully select thre
how I sail across the fish-filled seas.
I finished speaking. The lovely goddess
immediately gave me her answer:
All right, stranger, I'll be truthful with you.
The Old Man of the Sea comes here from Egypt,
I mean infallible, eternal Proteus,
a god who kno
as far off shore as a hollow ship can sail
in one whole day, when a fine stiff breeze
blows up behind her. There's a harbour there
with excellent moorage, and from that spot
men launch well-balanced ships into the sea,
once they have taken on supplies of
on Trojan soil, where you Achaean men
endured so much, made you a promise
and then kept his word, speak to me now,
and give me the truth.
very annoyed by what he'd heard, replied:
how such wretched cowards want t
inside the high-roofed home, with long-robed Helen,
goddess among women, lying there beside him.
As soon as rose-fingered early Dawn appeared,
Menelaus, skilled at war shouts, got out of bed
and put his clothes on, slinging a sharp sword
around his should
of each man's Argive wife. Now, I was there,
sitting with lord Odysseus in the middle,
and with Tydeus' son.1 We heard you call.
Two of usDiomedes and myself
were eager to get up and charge outside
or else to answer back from where we were,
inside the hor