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Odysseus and the UnderworldReading time: 5 minutes. Word count: 1000 words. |
When I had got the men together I said to them, 'You think you are about to start home again, but Circe has explained to me that instead of this, we have got to go to the house of Hades and Proserpine to consult the ghost of the Theban prophet Teiresias.' The men were broken-hearted as they heard me, and threw themselves on the ground groaning and tearing their hair, but they did not mend matters by crying.
When we reached the sea shore, weeping and lamenting our fate, Circe brought the ram and the ewe, and we made them fast hard by the ship. She passed through the midst of us without our knowing it, for who can see the comings and goings of a god, if the god does not wish to be seen?
Then, when we had got down to the sea shore we drew our ship
into the water and got her mast and sails into her; we also put the sheep on
board and took our places, weeping and in great distress of mind. Circe, that
great and cunning goddess, sent us a fair wind that blew dead aft and stayed
steadily with us keeping our sails all the time well filled; so we did whatever
wanted doing to the ship's gear and let her go as the wind and helmsman headed
her.
All day long her sails were full as she held her course over the sea, but when the sun went down and darkness was over all the earth, we got into the deep waters of the river Oceanus, where lie the land and city of the Cimmerians who live enshrouded in mist and darkness which the rays of the sun never pierce neither at his rising nor as he goes down again out of the heavens, but the poor wretches live in one long melancholy night.
When we got there we beached the ship, took the sheep out of
her, and went along by the waters of Oceanus till we came to the place of which
Circe had told us. Here Perimedes and Eurylochus held the victims, while I drew
my sword and dug the trench a cubit each way. I made a drink-offering to all
the dead, first with honey and milk, then with wine, and thirdly with water,
and I sprinkled white barley meal over the whole, praying earnestly to the poor
feckless ghosts, and promising them that when I got back to Ithaca I would sacrifice
a barren heifer for them, the best I had, and would load the pyre with good
things. I also particularly promised that Teiresias should have a black sheep
to himself, the best in all my flocks.
When
I had prayed sufficiently to the dead, I cut the throats of the two sheep
and let the blood run into the trench, whereon the ghosts came trooping up
from Erebus - brides, young bachelors, old men worn out with toil, maids who
had been crossed in love, and brave men who had been killed in battle, with
their armour still smirched with blood; they came from every quarter and flitted
round the trench with a strange kind of screaming sound that made me turn
pale with fear. When I saw them coming I told the men to be quick and flay the carcasses of the two dead sheep and make burnt offerings of them, and
at the same time to repeat prayers to Hades and to Proserpine; but I sat where
I was with my sword drawn and would not let the poor feckless ghosts come
near the blood till Teiresias should have answered my questions.
The first ghost that came was that of my comrade Elpenor, for he had not yet been laid beneath the earth. We had left his body unwaked and unburied in Circe's house, for we had had too much else to do. I was very sorry for him, and cried when I saw him: 'Elpenor,' said I, 'how did you come down here into this gloom and darkness? You have here on foot quicker than I have with my ship.'
'Sir,' he answered with a groan, 'it was all bad luck, and
my own unspeakable drunkenness. I was lying asleep on the top of Circe's house,
and never thought of coming down again by the great staircase but fell right
off the roof and broke my neck, so my soul down to the house of Hades. And now
I beseech you by all those whom you have left behind you, though they are not
here, by your wife, by the father who brought you up when you were a child,
and by Telemachus who is the one hope of your house, do what I shall now ask
you. I know that when you leave this limbo you will again hold your ship for
the Aeaean island. Do not go thence leaving me unwaked and unburied behind you,
or I may bring heaven's anger upon you; but burn me with whatever armour I have,
build a barrow for me on the sea shore, that may tell people in days to come
what a poor unlucky fellow I was, and plant over my grave the oar I used to
row with when I was yet alive and with my messmates.'
And I said, 'My poor fellow, I will do all that you have asked of me.'
Thus, then, did we sit and hold sad talk with one another, I on the one side of the trench with my sword held over the blood, and the ghost of my comrade saying all this to me from the other side. Then came the ghost of my dead mother Anticlea, daughter to Autolycus. I had left her alive when I set out for Troy and was moved to tears when I saw her, but even so, for all my sorrow I would not let her come near the blood till I had asked my questions of Teiresias.
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Source: The Odyssey by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler (1898). Weblink. |
Modern
Languages / Anthropology 3043: Folklore & Mythology.
Laura Gibbs, Ph.D.
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