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24 - The Odyssey - Homer
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The ghosts of the suitors in Hades, Ulysses and his men go to the house of Laird case. The people of Ithaca come out to attack Ulysses, but Minerva concludes a piece. Then Mercury of Cylene summoned the ghosts of the suitors, and in his hand he held the fair golden wand with which he seals men's eyes in sleep or wakes them just as he pleases. With this he roused the ghosts and led them while they followed whining and gibbering behind him. As bats fly squealing in the hollow of some great cave, when one of them has fallen out of the cluster in which they hang, even so did the ghosts whine and squeal as Mercury the healer of sorrow led them down into the dark abode of death. When they had passed the waters of Oceanas and the rock Lelchus, they came to the gates of the sun and the land of dreams, whereon they reached the meadow of Asfadel, where dwell the souls and shadows of them that can labor no more. Here they found the ghost of Achilles' son of Pilius, with those of Patroclus, Antiloculus and Ajax, who was the finest and handsomest man of all the Danians after the son of Pilius himself. They gathered round the ghost of the son of Pilius, and the ghost of Agamemnon joined them, sorrowing bitterly. Round him were also gathered the ghosts of those who had perished with him, in the house of Agestus, and the ghost of Achilles spoke first. Son of Atreus, it said, "We used to say that Jove had loved you better from the first to last than any other hero, for you were captain over many and brave men. And we were all fighting together before Troy, yet the hand of death, which no mortal can escape, was laid upon you all too early. Better for you had you fallen at Troy in the heyday of your renown, for the Achaeans would have built a mound over your ashes, and your son would have been heir to your good name, whereas it has now been your lot to come to a most miserable end." Happy son of Pilius answered the ghost of Agamemnon. For having died at Troy far from Argos, while the bravest of the Trojans and the Achaeans fell round you fighting for your body, there you lay in the whirling clouds of dust, all huge and hugely heedless now of your chivalry. We fought the whole of the live-long day, nor should we ever have left off if Jove had not sent a hurricane to stay us. Then when we had borne you to the ships out of the fray, we laid you on your bed and cleansed your fair skin, with warm water and with ointments. The Danians tore their hair and wept bitterly round about you. Your mother, when she heard, came with her immortal nymphs from out of the sea, and the sound of a great whaling went forth over the waters, so that the Achaeans quaked for fear. They would have fled panic-stricken to their ships, had not wise old Nestor, whose council was ever truest, checked them saying, "Hold, Argives, fly not sons of the Achaeans. This is his mother coming from the sea, with her immortal nymphs, to view the body of her son." Thus he spoke, and the Achaeans feared no more. The daughters of the old man of the sea stood round you weeping bitterly, and clothed you in immortal raiment. The nine muses also came and lifted up their sweet voices in lament, calling and answering one another. There was not an Argive, but wept for pity of the dirge they chanted. Days and nights seven and ten we mourned you, mortals and immortals, but on the eighteenth day we gave you to the flames, and many a fat sheep with many an ox did we slay in sacrifice around you. You were burnt in raiment of the gods, with rich resins and with honey, while heroes, horse and foot, clashed their armor round the pile as you were burning, with a tramp as of a great multitude. But when the flames of heaven had done their work, we gathered your white bones at daybreak and laid them in ointments and in pure wine. Your mother brought us a golden vase to hold them, gift of Bacchus and work of Vulcan himself. In this we mingled your bleached bones with those of Patroclus, who had gone before you, and separate we enclosed also those of Antilocas, who had been closer to you than any other of your comrades, now that Patroclus was no more. Over these the hosts of the Argives built a noble tomb, from a point jutting out over the open hellespont, that it might be seen from far out upon the sea by those now living and by them that shall be born hereafter. Your mother begged prizes from the gods and offered them to be contended for by the noblest of the Achaeans. You must have been present at the funeral of many, a hero, when the young men gird themselves and make ready to contend for prizes on the death of some great chieftain, but you never saw such prizes as silver-footed Thetis offered in your honor. For the gods loved you well. Thus even in death your fame, Achilles, has not been lost, and your name lives evermore among all mankind. But as for me, what solace had I when the days of my fighting were done, for Jove willed my destruction on my return by the hands of Agisthus and those of my wicked wife. As did they converse, and presently, Mercury came up to them with the ghosts of the suitors who had been killed by Ulysses. The ghosts of Agamemnon and Achilles were astonished at seeing them, and went up to them at once. The ghost of Agamemnon recognized M. Fimidon, son of Meleneus, who lived in Ithaca and had been his host, so it began to talk to him. "I'm Fimidon," it said, "what has happened to all you fine young men, all of an age too, that you come down here under the ground? One could pick no finer body of men from any city. Did Neptune raise his winds and waves against you when you were at sea, or did your enemies make an end of you on the mainland when you were cattle-lifting or sheep-stealing, or while fighting in defense of your wives and city? Answer my question, for I have been your guest. Do you not remember how I came to your house with Meleneus to persuade Ulysses to join us with his ships against Troy? It was a whole month air we could resume our voyage, for we had hard work to persuade Ulysses to come with us." And the ghost of M. Fimidon answered, "Agamemnon, son of Atreus, king of men, I remember everything that you have said, and will tell you fully and accurately about the way in which our end was brought about. Ulysses had been long gone, and we were courting his wife, who did not say point blank that she would not marry, nor yet bring matters to an end, for she meant to compass our destruction. This then was the trick she played on us. 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We leverage industry-focused insights with the collective technical resources of our firm to elevate your performance, uncover opportunity, and move upward at MossAtoms.com. Very rich, and the women of the place will talk if he is laid out without a paw. This is what she said, and we assented, whereupon we could see her working upon her great web all day long, but at night she would unpick the stitches again by torchlight. She fooled us in this way for three years, without our finding it out, but as time wore on, and she was now in her fourth year, in the waning of moons and many days, had been accomplished. One of her maids, who knew what she was doing, told us, and we caught her in the act of undoing her work, so she had to finish it, whether she would or no, and when she showed us the robe she had made after she had had it washed, its splendor was as that of the sun or moon. Then some malicious god conveyed Ulysses to the upland farm where his swinherd lives. The other presently came also his son, returning from a voyage to Pylos, and the two came to the town when they had hatched their plot for our destruction. Telemachus came first, and then, after him, accompanied by the swinherd, came Ulysses, clad in rags, and leaning on a staff as though he were some miserable old beggar. He came so unexpectedly that none of us knew him, not even the older ones among us, and we reviled him and threw things at him. He endured both being struck and insulted, without a word, though he was in his own house. But when the will of Aegis Bering Jove inspired him, he and Telemachus took the armor and hid it in an inner chamber, bolting the doors behind them. Then he cunningly made his wife offer his bow and a quantity of iron to be contended for by us ill-fated suitors, and this was the beginning of our end, for not one of us could string the bow, nor nearly do so. When it was about to reach the hands of Ulysses, we all of us shouted out that it should not be given him, no matter what he might say, but Telemachus insisted on his having it. When he had got it in his hands, he strung it with ease and sent his arrow through the iron. Then he stood on the floor of the cloister and poured his arrows on the ground, glaring fiercely about him; first he killed Antinus, and then, aiming straight before him, he let fly his deadly darts, and they fell thick on one another. It was plain that some one of the gods was helping them, for they fell upon us with might and mane throughout the cloisters, and there was a hideous sound of groaning as our brains were being battered in, and the ground seethed with our blood. This, Agamemnon, is how we came by our end, and our bodies are lying still uncared for in the house of Ulysses, for our friends at home do not yet know what has happened, so that they cannot lay us out and wash the black blood from our wounds, making moan over us to the offices due to the departed. "Happy Ulysses son of Laertes," replied the ghost of Agamemnon, "you are indeed blessed in the possession of a wife, endowed with such rare excellence of understanding, and so faithful to her wedded Lord as Penelope, the daughter of Icarius. The fame, therefore, of her virtue shall never die, and the immortals shall compose a song that shall be welcomed to all mankind in honor of the constancy of Penelope. How far otherwise was the wickedness of the daughter of Tindarius, who killed her waffle husband? Her song shall be hateful among men, for she has brought disgrace on all women kind, even on the good ones." Thus did they converse in the house of Hades, deep down within the bowels of the earth. Meanwhile, Ulysses and the others passed out of the town, and soon reached the fair and, well-tilled farm of Laertes, which he had reclaimed with infinite labor. Here was his house, with a lean-to running all round it, where the slaves who worked for him slept and sat and ate, while inside the house there was an old, sigh-sell woman who looked after him in this his country farm. When Ulysses got there, he said to his son, and to the other two, "Go to the house and kill the best pig that you can find for dinner. Meanwhile, I want to see whether my father will know me, or fail to recognize me after so long an absence." He then took off his armor and gave it to Eumeius and Philoetius, who went straight on to the house, while he turned off into the vineyard, to make trial of his father. As he went down into the great orchard, he did not see Dolius nor any of his sons, nor of the other bondsmen, for they were all gathering thorns to make a fence for the vineyard, at the place where the old man had told them. He therefore found his father alone, Hoing a vine. He had on a dirty old shirt, patched and very shabby. His legs were bound round with thongs of oxhide to save him from the brambles. And he also wore sleeves of leather. He had a goat-skin cap on his head, and was looking very wobagon. When Ulysses saw him so worn, so old and full of sorrow, he stood still under a tall pear tree, and began to weep. He doubted whether to embrace him, kiss him, and tell him all about his having come home, or whether he should first question him and see what he would say. In the end he deemed it best to be crafty with him, so in this mind he went up to his father, who was bending down and digging about a plant. "I see, sir," said Ulysses, "that you are an excellent gardener. What pains you take with it to be sure. There is not a single plant, not a fig tree, vine, olive, pear, nor flower-bed, but bears the trace of your attention. I trust, however, that you will not be offended if I say that you take better care of your garden than of yourself. You are old, unsavory, and very meanly clad. It cannot be because you are idle that your master takes such poor care of you. Indeed, your face and figure have nothing of the slave about them, and proclaim you of noble birth. I should have said that you were one of those who should wash well, eat well, and lie soft at night as old men have a right to do. But tell me, and tell me true, whose bondsmen are you, and in whose garden are you working? Tell me also about another matter. Is this place that I have come to really Ithaca? I met a man just now who said so, but he was a dull fellow, and had not the patience to hear my story out when I was asking him about an old friend of mine, whether he was still living, or was already dead and in the house of Hades. Believe me when I tell you that this man came to my house once when I was in my own country, and never did yet any stranger come to me whom I liked better. He said that his family came from Ithaca, and that his father was Laertes, son of Arseus. I received him hospitably, making him welcome to all the abundance of my house, and when he went away I gave him all the customary presents. I gave him seven talents of fine gold, and a cup of solid silver with flowers chased upon it. I gave him twelve light cloaks and as many pieces of tapestry. I also gave him twelve cloaks of singlefold, twelve rugs, twelve fair mantles, and an equal number of shirts. And to all this, I added four good looking women skilled in all useful. 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If you could have found your friend here alive in Ithaca, he would have entertained you hospitably and would have regretted your presence amply when you left him, as would have been only right considering what you had already given him. But tell me, and tell me true, how many years has since you entertained this guest my unhappy son as ever was. Alas, he has perished far from his own country. The fishes of the sea have eaten him, or he has fallen a prey to the birds and wild beasts of some continent. Neither his mother nor I, his father, who were his parents, could throw our arms about him and wrap him in his shroud. Nor could his excellent and richly doured wife Penelope bewail her husband as was natural upon his death-bed, and to close his eyes according to the offices due to the departed. But now tell me truly for I want to know, who and whence are you? Tell me of your town and parents. Where is the ship-line that has brought you and your men to Ithaca? Or were you a passenger on some other man-ship? And those who brought you here have gone on their way and left you? I will tell you everything, answered Ulysses, quite truly. I come from Alibis, where I have a fine house. I am son of King Afaedus, who is the son of Pali Pemon. My own name is Apparatus; heaven drove me off my course as I was leaving Psychania, and I have been carried here against my will. As for my ship it is lying over yonder, off the open country outside the town, and this is the fifth year since Ulysses left my country. Poor fellow, yet the omens were good for him when he left me. The birds all flew on our right hands, and both he and I rejoiced to see them as we parted, for we had every hope that we should have another friendly meeting and exchange presence. A dark cloud of sorrow fell upon Laertes as he listened. He filled both hands with dust from off the ground, imported over his grey head, groaning heavily as he did so. The heart of Ulysses was touched, and his nostrils quivered as he looked upon his father. Then he sprang towards him, flung his arms about him, and kissed him, saying, "I am he, father, about whom you are asking. I have returned after having been away for twenty years, but cease your sign and lamentation, where we have no time to lose, for I should tell you that I have been killing the suitors in my house to punish them for their insolence and crimes. If you really are my son, Ulysses," replied Laertes, "and have come back again, you must give me such manifest proof of your identity as shall convince me." "First, observe this scar," answered Ulysses, "which I got from a boar's tusk, when I was hunting on Mount Parnassus. You and my mother had sent me to autolikus, my mother's father, to receive the presence, which, when he was over here, he had promised to give me. Furthermore, I will point out to you the trees and the vineyard, which you gave me. And I asked you all about them as I followed you round the garden. We went over them all, and you told me their names, and what they all were. You gave me thirteen paratrees, ten apple-trees, and forty fig-trees. You also said, "You would give me fifty rows of vines. There was corn planted between each row, and they yield grapes of every kind, when the heat of heaven has been laid heavy upon them." Laerti's strength failed him when he heard the convincing proofs which his son had given him. He threw his arms about him, and Ulysses had to support him, or he would have gone off into a swoon. But as soon as he came to, and was beginning to recover his senses, he said, "Oh, Father Jove, then you gods are still in Olympus after all, if the suitors have really been punished for their insolence and folly. Nevertheless I am much afraid that I shall have all the townspeople of Ithaca up here directly, and they will be sending messengers everywhere throughout the cities of the Cephelanians." Ulysses answered, "Take heart and do not trouble yourself about that. But let us go into the house hard by your garden. I have already told Telemachus, Philoetius and Yumeius, to go on there and get dinner ready as soon as possible." Thus conversing, the two made their way towards the house. When they got there they found Telemachus with the Stockman and the Swinard, cutting up meat and mixing wine with water. Then the old-sized cellwoman took learties inside and washed him and anointed him with oil. She put him on a good cloak, and Minerva came up to him and gave him a more imposing presence, making him taller and stouter than before. When he came back his son was surprised to see him looking so like an immortal, and said to him, "My dear Father, some one of the gods has been making you much taller and better looking." Learties answered, "Wood by Father Jove, Minerva and Apollo, that I were the man I was when I ruled among the Cephalinians, and took Naracham, that strong fortress on the forlent. If I were still what I then was, and had been in our house yesterday with my armor on, I should have been able to stand by you and help you against the suitors. I should have killed a great many of them, and you would have rejoiced to see it." Thus did they converse, but the others, when they had finished their work and when the feast was ready, left off working and took each his proper place on the benches and seats. Then they began eating. By and by old Dolius and his sons left their work and came up, for their mother, the Cisal woman who looked after Learties, now that he was growing old, had been to fetch them. When they saw Ulysses and were certain it was he, they stood there lost in astonishment. But Ulysses scolded them, good-naturedly, and said, "Sit down to your dinner, old man, and never mind about your surprise. We have been wanting to begin for some time, and have been waiting for you." Then Dolius put out both his hands and went up to Ulysses. "Sir," said he, seizing his master's hand, and kissing it at the wrist, "we have been long wishing you home, and now heaven has restored you to us, after we had given up hoping, all hail, therefore, and may the gods prosper you. Could tell me, does Penelope know of your return, or shall we send some one to tell her?" "Old man," answered Ulysses, "she knows already, so you need not trouble about that. On this he took his seat, and the sons of Dolius gathered round Ulysses to give him greeting and embrace him one after the other. Then they took their seats, in due order, near Dolius their father. While they were thus busy getting their dinner ready, rumour went round the town, and noised abroad the terrible fate that had befallen the suitors. As soon, therefore, as the people heard of it, they gathered from every quarter, groaning and hooding before the house of Ulysses. They took the dead away, buried every man his own, and put the bodies of those who came from elsewhere, on board the fishing vessels, for the fishermen to take each of them to his own place. They then met angrily in the place of assembly, and when they were got together, you payeth these rose to speak. He was overwhelmed with grief for the death of his son, Antenuse, who had been the first man killed by Ulysses. So he said, weeping bitterly, "My friends, this man has done the Akayans, correct wrong. He took many of our best men away with him in his fleet, and he has lost both ships and men, now more over. On his return he has been killing all the four most men among the Cephalenians. Just be up and doing, before he can get away to Pylos, or to Ellis, where the Europeans rule, or we shall be ashamed of ourselves forever afterwards. It will be an everlasting disgrace to us, if we do not avenge the murder of our sons and brothers. For my own part, I should have no more pleasure in life, but had rather die at once. Let us up then, and after them, before they could cross over to the mainland." He wept as he spoke, and everyone pitied him. But Madon and the Bard Fimius had now woke up, and came to them from the House of Ulysses. Then was astonished at seeing them, for they stood in the middle of the assembly. And Madon said, "Hear me, men of Ithaca." Ulysses did not do these things against the will of heaven. I myself saw and immortal God take the form of mentor, and stand beside him. This God appeared, now in front of him, encouraging him, and now going furiously about the court, and attacking the suitors, whereon they fell thick on one another. On this pale fear-laid hold of them, and old Halathercy's son of Maastor rose to speak, for he was the only man among them who knew both past and future. So he spoke to them plainly, and in all honesty, saying, "Men of Ithaca, it is all your own fault that things have turned out as they have. You would not listen to me, nor yet to mentor, when he bade you check the folly of your sons who were doing much wrong in the wantonness of their hearts, wasting the substance and dishonoring the wife of a chieftain who they thought would not return. Now, however, let it be as I say, and do as I tell you, do not go out against Ulysses, or you may find that you have been drawing down evil on your own heads." That was what he said, and more than half raised a loud shout, and at once left the assembly. But the rest stayed where they were, for the speech of Halathercy's displeased them, and they sided with Yupéathis. They therefore hurried off for their armor, and when they had armed themselves they met together in front of the city, and Yupéathis led them on in their folly. He thought he was going to avenge the murder of his son, whereas in truth he was never to return, but was himself to perish in his attempt. Then Minerva said to Jove, "Father, son of Saturn, King of Kings, answer me this question, what do you propose to do? Will you set them fighting still further, or will you make peace between them?" And Jove answered, "My child, why should you ask me? Was it not by your own arrangement that Yulissees came home, and took his revenge upon the suitors? Do whatever you like, but I will tell you what I think will be the most reasonable arrangement. Now that Yulissees is revenged, let them swear to a solemn covenant, in virtue of which he shall continue to rule, while we cause the others to forgive, and forget the massacre of their sons and brothers. Let them then all become friends as heretofore, and let peace and plenty reign." This was what Minerva was already eager to bring about, so down she darted from off the topmost summits of Olympus. Now, when Laertes and the others had done dinner, Yulissees began by saying, "Some of you go out and see if they are not getting close up to us." So one of Dolly's sons went as he was bid. Standing on the threshold, he could see them all quite near, and said to Yulissees, "Here they are! Let us put on our armor at once." They put on their armor as fast as they could, that is to say, Yulissees, his three men, and the six sons of Dollyus. Laertes also and Dollyus did the same, warriors by necessity in spite of their gray hair. When they had all put on their armor, they opened the gate and sallied forth Yulissees leading the way. Then Job's daughter Minerva came up to them, having assumed the form and voice of Mentor. Yulissees was glad when he saw her, and said to his son Telemachus, "Now that you are about to fight in an engagement which will show every man's medal, be sure not to disgrace your ancestors, who were imminent for their strength and courage all the world over." "You say truly, my dear Father," answered Telemachus, "and you shall see, if you will, that I am in no mind to disgrace your family." Laertes was delighted when he heard this good heavens, he exclaimed, "What a day I am enjoying! I do indeed rejoice at it." My son and grandson are vying with one another in the matter of valor. On this Minerva came close up to him and said, "Son of Arcesius, best friend I have in the world, pray to the blue-eyed damsel and to Jove her father, then poise your spear and hurl it." As she spoke, she infused fresh vigor into him, and when he had prayed to her, he poised his spear and hurled it. 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