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Odyssey, Book 11: AnticleiaReading time: 4 minutes. Word count: 800 words. |
"'Mother,' said I, 'I was forced to come here to consult the ghost of the Theban prophet Teiresias. I have never yet been near the Achaean land nor set foot on my native country, and I have had nothing but one long series of misfortunes from the very first day that I set out with Agamemnon for Ilius, the land of noble steeds, to fight the Trojans. But tell me, and tell me true, in what way did you die? Did you have a long illness, or did heaven vouchsafe you a gentle easy passage to eternity? Tell me also about my father, and the son whom I left behind me; is my property still in their hands, or has some one else got hold of it, who thinks that I shall not return to claim it? Tell me again what my wife intends doing, and in what mind she is; does she live with my son and guard my estate securely, or has she made the best match she could and married again?'
"My mother answered, 'Your wife still remains in your
house, but she is in great distress of mind and spends her whole time in tears
both night and day. No one as yet has got possession of your fine property,
and Telemachus still holds your lands undisturbed. He has to entertain largely,
as of course he must, considering his position as a magistrate, and how every
one invites him; your father remains at his old place in the country and never
goes near the town. He has no comfortable bed nor bedding; in the winter he
sleeps on the floor in front of the fire with the men and goes about all in
rags, but in summer, when the warm weather comes on again, he lies out in
the vineyard on a bed of vine leaves thrown anyhow upon the ground. He grieves
continually about your never having come home, and suffers more and more as
he grows older. As for my own end it was in this wise: heaven did not take
me swiftly and painlessly in my own house, nor was I attacked by any illness
such as those that generally wear people out and kill them, but my longing
to know what you were doing and the force of my affection for you - this it
was that was the death of me.'
"Then I tried to find some way of embracing my mother's
ghost. Thrice I sprang towards her and tried to clasp her in my arms, but each
time she flitted from my embrace as it were a dream or phantom, and being touched
to the quick I said to her, 'Mother, why do you not stay still when I would
embrace you? If we could throw our arms around one another we might find sad
comfort in the sharing of our sorrows even in the house of Hades; does Proserpine
want to lay a still further load of grief upon me by mocking me with a phantom
only?'
"'My son,' she answered, 'most ill-fated of all mankind,
it is not Proserpine that is beguiling you, but all people are like this when
they are dead. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and bones together; these
perish in the fierceness of consuming fire as soon as life has left the
body,
and the soul flits away as though it were a dream. Now, however, go back to
the light of day as soon as you can, and note all these things that you may
tell them to your wife hereafter.'
"Thus did we converse, and anon Proserpine sent up the ghosts of the wives and daughters of all the most famous men. They gathered in crowds about the blood, and I considered how I might question them severally. In the end I deemed that it would be best to draw the keen blade that hung by my sturdy thigh, and keep them from all drinking the blood at once. So they came up one after the other, and each one as I questioned her told me her race and lineage.
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