BOOK XX.

_Ulysses converses with Eumæus, and with his herdsman

Philœtius--The suitors again maltreat him--Theoclymenus

foretells their doom and leaves the house_.

Ulysses made himself a bed of an untanned ox-hide in the

vestibule and covered himself with sheep skins; then

Eurynome threw a cloak over him. He saw the women who

misbehaved themselves with the suitors go giggling out of

the house, and was sorely tempted to kill them then and 6

there, but he restrained himself. He kept turning round

and round, as a man turns a paunch full of blood and fat

before a hot fire to cook it, and could get no rest till

Minerva came to him and comforted him, by reminding him

that he was now in Ithaca.

"That is all very well," replied Ulysses, "but suppose I 36

do kill these suitors, pray consider what is to become

of me then? Where am I to fly to from the revenge their

friends will take upon me?"

"One would think," answered Minerva, "that you might 44

trust even a feebler aid than mine; go to sleep; your

troubles shall end shortly."

Ulysses then slept, but Penelope was still wakeful, and 54

lamented her impending marriage, and her inability to

sleep, in such loud tones that Ulysses heard her, and

thought she was close by him.

It was now morning and Ulysses rose, praying the while 91

to Jove. "Grant me," he cried, "a sign from one of the

people who are now waking in the house, and another sign

from outside it."

Forthwith Jove thundered from a clear sky. There came 102

also a miller woman from the mill-room, who, being

weakly, had not finished her appointed task as soon as 110

the others had done; as she passed Ulysses he heard her

curse the suitors and pray for their immediate death.

Ulysses was thus assured that he should kill them.

The other women of the house now lit the fire, and 122

Telemachus came down from his room.

"Nurse," said he, "I hope you have seen that the stranger 129

has been duly fed and lodged. My mother, in spite of her

many virtues, is apt to be too much impressed by inferior

people, and to neglect those who are more deserving."

"Do not find fault, child," said Euryclea, "when there is 134

no one to find fault with. The stranger sat and drank as

much wine as he liked. Your mother asked him if he would

take any more bread, but he said he did not want any.

As for his bed, he would not have one, but slept in the

vestibule on an untanned hide, and I threw a cloak over

him myself."

Telemachus then went out to the place of assembly, and 144

his two dogs with him. "Now, you women," said Euryclea,

"be quick and clean the house down. Put the cloths on the

seats, sponge down the tables; wash the cups and mixing

bowls, and go at once, some of you, to fetch water from

the fountain. It is a feast day, and the suitors will be

here directly." So twenty of them went for water, and

others busied themselves setting things straight about

the house.

The men servants then came and chopped wood. The women 160

came back from the fountain, and Eumæus with them,

bringing three fine pigs, which he let feed about the

yards. When he saw Ulysses he asked him how he was

getting on, and Ulysses prayed that heaven might avenge

him upon the suitors.

Then Melanthius came with the best goats he had, and made 172

them fast in the gate-house. When he had done this he

gibed at Ulysses, but Ulysses made him no answer.

Thirdly came Philœtius with a barren heifer and some fat 185

goats for the suitors. These had been brought over for

him by the boatmen who plied for all comers. When he

saw Ulysses, he asked Eumæus who he was, and said he

was very like his lost master. Then he told Ulysses how

well his old master had treated him, and how well also he

had served his old master. Alas! that he was no longer

living. "We are fallen," said he, "on evil times, and I

often think that though it would not be right of me to

drive my cattle off, and put both myself and them under

some other master while Telemachus is still alive, yet

even this would be better than leading the life I have to

lead at present. Indeed I should have gone off with them

long ago, if I did not cling to the hope that Ulysses may

still return."

"I can see," said Ulysses, "that you are a very honest 226

and sensible person. Therefore I will swear you a solemn

oath that Ulysses will be here immediately, and if you

like you shall see him with your own eyes kill the

suitors."

While they were thus conversing the suitors were again 240

plotting the murder of Telemachus, but there appeared an

unfavourable omen, so Amphinomus said they had better go

to the house and get dinner ready, which they accordingly

did. When they were at table, Eumæus gave them their

cups, Philœtius handed round the bread and Melantheus

poured them out their wine. Telemachus purposely set

Ulysses at a little table on the part of the cloister

that was paved with stone, and told the suitors that it

should be worse for any of them who molested him. "This,"

he said, "is not a public house, but it is mine, for it

has come to me from Ulysses."

The suitors were very angry but Antinous checked them. 268

"Let us put up with it," said he; "if Jove had permitted,

we should have been the death of him ere now." Meanwhile,

it being the festival of Apollo, the people of the town

were bearing his holy hecatomb about the streets.

The servants gave Ulysses an equal portion with what 279

they gave the others, for Telemachus had so bidden them.

Presently one of the suitors named Ctesippus observed

this and said, "I see the stranger has as good a portion

as any one else. I will give him a better, that he may

have something to give the bath-woman or some other of 296

the servants in the house"--and with this he flung a

cow's heel at Ulysses' head.

Ulysses smiled with a grim Sardinian[36] smile, and bowed 302

his head so that the heel passed over it and hit the

wall. Telemachus rebuked Ctesippus very fiercely, and

all were silent till Agelaus tried to calm them saying,

"What Telemachus has said is just: let us not answer.

Nevertheless I would urge him to talk quietly with his

mother and tell her that as long as there was any chance

of Ulysses coming back there was nothing unreasonable in

her deferring a second marriage; but there is now no hope

of his return, and if you would enjoy your own in peace,

tell her to marry the best man among us and the one who

will make her the most advantageous offer."

"Nay," answered Telemachus, "it is not I that delay her 328

marriage. I urge her to it, but I cannot and will not

force her."

Then Minerva made the suitors break out into a forced 345

hysterical laughter, and the meats which they were eating

became all smirched with blood. Their eyes were filled

with tears and their hearts were oppressed with terrible

forebodings. Theoclymenus saw that all was wrong, and

said, "Unhappy men, what is it that ails you? There is a

shroud of darkness drawn over you from head to foot, your

cheeks are wet with tears; the air is alive with wailing

voices; the walls and roof beams drip blood; the gate

of the cloisters, and the yard beyond them are full of

ghosts trooping down into the night of hell; the sun is

blotted out from heaven, and a blighting gloom is over

all the land."

The suitors laughed at him, and Eurymachus said, "If you 358

find it so dark here, we had better send a man with you

to take you out into the open."

"I have eyes," he answered, "that can guide, and feet 363

that can take me from the doom that I see overhanging

every single one of you." On this he left them and went

back to the house of Piræus.

Then one of the suitors said, "Telemachus, you are very 375

unfortunate in your guests. You had better ship both the

stranger and this man off to the Sicels and sell them."

Telemachus made no answer, but kept his eye on his father

for any signal that he might make him.

Penelope had had a seat placed for her overlooking the 387

cloister, and heard all that had passed. The dinner had

been good and plentiful and there had been much laughter,

for they had slaughtered many victims, but little did

they guess the terrible supper which the goddess and a

strong man were preparing for them.

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