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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="en"><body><div xml:lang="eng" type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0012.tlg002.perseus-eng4"><div type="textpart" n="4" subtype="book"><div type="textpart" n="1" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="1" unit="line"/>They reached the low lying city of <placeName key="tgn,7011065">Lacedaemon</placeName>, where they drove straight to the
                     halls of Menelaos. They found him in his own house, feasting with his many
                     clansmen in honor of the wedding of his son, and also of his daughter, whom he
                     was marrying to the son of that valiant warrior Achilles. He had given his
                     consent and promised her to him while he was still at <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>, and now the gods were bringing the
                     marriage about; so he was sending her with chariots and horses to the city of
                     the Myrmidons over whom Achilles’ son was reigning. For his only son he had
                     found a bride from <placeName key="perseus,Sparta">Sparta</placeName>, daughter
                     of Alektor. This son, Megapenthes, was born to him of a bondwoman, for heaven
                     granted Helen no more children after she had borne Hermione, who was fair as
                     golden Aphrodite herself.</p><p><milestone n="15" unit="line"/>So the neighbors and kinsmen of Menelaos were
                     feasting and making merry in his house. There was a singer also to sing to them
                     and play his lyre, while two tumblers went about performing in the midst of
                     them when the man struck up with his tune.</p><p><milestone n="20" unit="line"/>Telemakhos and the son of Nestor stayed their
                     horses at the gate, whereon Eteoneus servant to Menelaos came out, and as soon
                     as he saw them ran hurrying back into the house to tell his Master. He went
                     close up to him and said, "Menelaos, there are some strangers come here, two
                     men, who look like sons of Zeus. What are we to do? Shall we take their horses
                     out, or tell them to find friends elsewhere as they best can?"</p><p><milestone n="30" unit="line"/>Menelaos was very angry and said, "Eteoneus, son
                     of Boethoos, you never used to be a fool, but now you talk like a simpleton.
                     Take their horses out, of course, and show the strangers in that they may have
                     supper; you and I have stayed often enough at other people's houses before we
                     got back here, where heaven grant that we may rest in peace henceforward."</p></div><div type="textpart" n="37" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="37" unit="line"/>So Eteoneus bustled back and bade other servants
                     come with him. They took their sweating hands from under the yoke, made them
                     fast to the mangers, and gave them a feed of oats and barley mixed. Then they
                     leaned the chariot against the end wall of the courtyard, and led the way into
                     the house. Telemakhos and Peisistratos were astonished when they saw it, for
                     its splendor was as that of the sun and moon; then, when they had admired
                     everything to their heart's content, they went into the bath room and washed
                     themselves.</p><p><milestone n="49" unit="line"/>When the servants had washed them and anointed
                     them with oil, they brought them woolen cloaks and shirts, and the two took
                     their seats by the side of Menelaos. A maidservant brought them water in a
                     beautiful golden ewer, and poured it into a silver basin for them to wash their
                     hands; and she drew a clean table beside them. An upper servant brought them
                     bread, and offered them many good things of what there was in the house, while
                     the carver fetched them plates of all manner of meats and set cups of gold by
                     their side.</p><p><milestone n="59" unit="line"/>Menelaos then greeted them saying, "Eat up, and
                     welcome; when you have finished supper I shall ask who you are, for the lineage
                     of such men as you cannot have been lost. You must be descended from a line of
                     scepter-bearing kings, for poor people do not have such sons as you are."</p><p><milestone n="65" unit="line"/>On this he handed them a piece of fat roast
                     loin, which had been set near him as being a prime part, and they laid their
                     hands on the good things that were before them; as soon as they had had enough
                     to eat and drink, Telemakhos said to the son of Nestor, with his head so close
                     that no one might hear, "Look, Peisistratos, man after my own heart, see the
                     gleam of bronze and gold - of amber, ivory, and silver. Everything is so
                     splendid that it is like seeing the palace of Olympian Zeus. I am lost in
                     admiration."</p></div><div type="textpart" n="76" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="76" unit="line"/>Menelaos overheard him and said, "No one, my
                     sons, can hold his own with Zeus, for his house and everything about him is
                     immortal; but among mortal men - well, there may be another who has as much
                     wealth as I have, or there may not; but at all events I have traveled much and
                     have undergone much hardship, for it was nearly eight years before I could get
                     home with my fleet. I went to <placeName key="tgn,1000112">Cyprus</placeName>,
                        <placeName key="tgn,6004687">Phoenicia</placeName> and the Egyptians; I went
                     also to the Ethiopians, the Sidonians, and the Erembians, and to <placeName key="tgn,1000172">Libya</placeName> where the lambs have horns as soon as
                     they are born, and the sheep bear lambs three times a year. Every one in that
                     country, whether master or man, has plenty of cheese, meat, and good milk, for
                     the ewes yield all the year round. But while I was traveling and getting great
                     riches among these people, my brother was secretly and shockingly murdered
                     through the perfidy of his wicked wife, so that I have no pleasure in being
                     lord of all this wealth. Whoever your parents may be they must have told you
                     about all this, and of my heavy loss in the ruin of a stately mansion fully and
                     magnificently furnished. Would that I had only a third of what I now have so
                     that I had stayed at home, and all those were living who perished on the plain
                     of <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>, far from <placeName key="perseus,Argos">Argos</placeName>. I often grieve, as I sit here in my
                     house, for one and all of them. At times I cry aloud for sorrow, but presently
                     I leave off again, for crying is cold comfort and one soon tires of it. Yet
                     grieve for these as I may, I do so for one man more than for them all. I cannot
                     even think of him without loathing both food and sleep, so miserable does he
                     make me, for no one of all the Achaeans worked so hard or risked so much as he
                     did. He took nothing by it, and has left a legacy of sorrow [<term xml:lang="grc">akhos</term>] to myself, for he has been gone a long time,
                     and we know not whether he is alive or dead. His old father, his long-suffering
                     wife Penelope, and his son Telemakhos, whom he left behind him an infant in
                     arms, are plunged in grief on his account."</p><p><milestone n="113" unit="line"/>Thus spoke Menelaos, and the heart of
                     Telemakhos yearned as he bethought him of his father. Tears fell from his eyes
                     as he heard him thus mentioned, so that he held his cloak before his face with
                     both hands. When Menelaos saw this he doubted whether to let him choose his own
                     time for speaking, or to ask him at once and find what it was all about.</p><p><milestone n="120" unit="line"/>While he was thus in two minds Helen came down
                     from her high-vaulted and perfumed room, looking as lovely as Artemis herself.
                     Adraste brought her a seat, Alkippe a soft woolen rug, while Phylo fetched her
                     the silver work-box which Alkandra wife of Polybos had given her. Polybos lived
                     in Egyptian Thebes, which is the richest city in the whole world; he gave
                     Menelaos two baths, both of pure silver, two tripods, and ten talents of gold;
                     besides all this, his wife gave Helen some beautiful presents, to wit, a golden
                     distaff, and a silver work-box that ran on wheels, with a gold band round the
                     top of it. Phylo now placed this by her side, full of fine spun yarn, and a
                     distaff charged with violet colored wool was laid upon the top of it. Then
                     Helen took her seat, put her feet upon the footstool, and began to question her
                     husband.</p><p><milestone n="138" unit="line"/>"Do we know, Menelaos," said she, "the names of
                     these strangers who have come to visit us? Shall I guess right or wrong? But I
                     cannot help saying what I think. Never yet have I seen either man or woman so
                     like somebody else (indeed when I look at him I hardly know what to think) as
                     this young man is like Telemakhos, whom Odysseus left as a baby behind him,
                     when you Achaeans went to <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName> with
                     battle in your hearts, on account of my most shameless self."</p></div><div type="textpart" n="147" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="147" unit="line"/>"My dear wife," replied Menelaos, "I see the
                     likeness just as you do. His hands and feet are just like Odysseus’ so is his
                     hair, with the shape of his head and the expression of his eyes. Moreover, when
                     I was talking about Odysseus, and saying how much he had suffered on my
                     account, tears fell from his eyes, and he hid his face in his mantle."</p><p><milestone n="155" unit="line"/>Then Peisistratos said, "Menelaos, son of
                     Atreus, you are right in thinking that this young man is Telemakhos, but he is
                     very modest, and is ashamed to come here and begin opening up discourse with
                     one whose conversation is so divinely interesting as your own. My father,
                     Nestor, sent me to escort him hither, for he wanted to know whether you could
                     give him any counsel or suggestion. A son has always trouble at home when his
                     father has gone away leaving him without supporters; and this is how Telemakhos
                     is now placed, for his father is absent, and there is no one among his own
                        <term xml:lang="grc">dêmos</term> to stand by him."</p><p><milestone n="168" unit="line"/>"Bless my heart," replied Menelaos; "then I am
                     receiving a visit from the son of a very dear friend, who suffered much
                     hardship [<term xml:lang="grc">athlos</term>] for my sake. I had always hoped
                     to entertain him with most marked distinction when heaven had granted us a safe
                     return [<term xml:lang="grc">nostos</term>] from beyond the seas. I should have
                     founded a city for him in <placeName key="perseus,Argos">Argos</placeName>, and
                     built him a house. I should have made him leave <placeName key="tgn,1007519">Ithaca</placeName> with his goods, his son, and all his people, and should
                     have sacked for them some one of the neighboring cities that are subject to me.
                     We should thus have seen one another continually, and nothing but death could
                     have interrupted so close and happy an intercourse. I suppose, however, that
                     heaven grudged us such good fortune, for it has prevented the poor man from
                     ever getting home at all."</p><p><milestone n="183" unit="line"/>Thus did he speak, and his words set them all
                     to weeping. Helen wept, Telemakhos wept, and so did Menelaos, nor could
                     Peisistratos keep his eyes from filling, when he remembered his dear brother
                     Antilokhos whom the son of bright Dawn had killed. Thereon he said to
                     Menelaos,</p></div><div type="textpart" n="190" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="190" unit="line"/>"Sir, my father Nestor, when we used to talk
                     about you at home, told me you were a person of rare and excellent
                     understanding. If, then, it be possible, do as I would urge you. I am not fond
                     of crying while I am getting my supper. Morning will come in due course, and in
                     the forenoon I care not how much I cry for those that are dead and gone. This
                     is all we can do for the poor things. We can only shave our heads for them and
                     wring the tears from our cheeks. I had a brother who died at <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>; he was by no means the worst man there;
                     you are sure to have known him - his name was Antilokhos; I never set eyes upon
                     him myself, but they say that he was singularly fleet of foot and in fight
                     valiant."</p><p><milestone n="203" unit="line"/>"Your discretion, my friend," answered
                     Menelaos, "is beyond your years. It is plain you take after your father. One
                     can soon see when a man is son to one whom Zeus grants blessedness [<term xml:lang="grc">olbos</term>] both as regards wife and offspring - and he has
                     blessed Nestor from first to last all his days, giving him a green old age in
                     his own house, with sons about him who are both well disposed and valiant. We
                     will put an end therefore to all this weeping, and attend to our supper again.
                     Let water be poured over our hands. Telemakhos and I can talk with one another
                     fully in the morning."</p><p><milestone n="216" unit="line"/>On this Asphalion, one of the servants, poured
                     water over their hands and they laid their hands on the good things that were
                     before them.</p><p><milestone n="219" unit="line"/>Then Zeus’ daughter Helen bethought her of
                     another matter. She drugged the wine with the herb <term xml:lang="grc">nêpenthes</term> [= anti-<term xml:lang="grc">penthos</term>], which
                     banishes all care, sorrow, and anger. Whoever drinks wine thus drugged cannot
                     shed a single tear all the rest of the day, not even though his father and
                     mother both of them drop down dead, or he sees a brother or a son hewn in
                     pieces before his very eyes. This drug, of such sovereign power and virtue, had
                     been given to Helen by Polydamna wife of <placeName key="tgn,1130814">Thon</placeName>, a woman of <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Egypt</placeName>, where there grow all sorts of herbs, some good to put into
                     the mixing-bowl and others poisonous. Moreover, every one in the whole country
                     is a skilled physician, for they are of the race of Paieon. When Helen had put
                     this drug in the bowl, and had told the servants to serve the wine round, she
                     said:</p></div><div type="textpart" n="235" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="235" unit="line"/>"Menelaos, son of Atreus, and you my good
                     friends, sons of honorable men (which is as Zeus wills, for he is the giver
                     both of good and evil, and can do what he chooses), feast here as you will, and
                     listen while I tell you a tale in season. I cannot indeed name every single one
                     of the exploits [<term xml:lang="grc">athlos</term>] of Odysseus, but I can say
                     what he did when he was in the Trojan <term xml:lang="grc">dêmos</term>, and
                     you Achaeans were in all sorts of difficulties. He covered himself with wounds
                     and bruises, dressed himself all in rags, and entered the enemy's city looking
                     like a menial or a beggar, quite different from how he looked when he was among
                     his own people. In this disguise he entered the city of <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>, and no one said anything to him. I
                     alone recognized him and began to question him, but he was too cunning for me.
                     When, however, I had washed and anointed him and had given him clothes, and
                     after I had sworn a solemn oath not to betray him to the Trojans till he had
                     got safely back to his own camp and to the ships, he explained to me the whole
                        <term xml:lang="grc">noos</term> of the Achaeans. He killed many Trojans and
                     got much information before he reached the <placeName key="tgn,5001993">Argive</placeName> camp, for all which things the Trojan women made
                     lamentation, but for my own part I was glad, for my heart was beginning to long
                     after my home, and I was unhappy about the wrong [<term xml:lang="grc">atê</term>] that Aphrodite had done me in taking me over there, away from
                     my country, my girl, and my lawful wedded husband, who is indeed by no means
                     deficient either in looks or understanding."</p><p><milestone n="265" unit="line"/>Then Menelaos said, "All that you have been
                     saying, my dear wife, is true. I have traveled much, and have learned the plans
                     and <term xml:lang="grc">noos</term> of many a hero, but I have never seen such
                     another man as Odysseus. What endurance too, and what courage he displayed
                     within the wooden horse, wherein all the bravest of the Argives were lying in
                     wait to bring death and destruction upon the Trojans. At that moment you came
                     up to us; some <term xml:lang="grc">daimôn</term> who wished well to the
                     Trojans must have set you on to it and you had Deiphobos with you. Three times
                     did you go all round our hiding place and pat it; you called our chiefs each by
                     his own name, and mimicked all our wives. Diomedes, Odysseus, and I from our
                     seats inside heard what a noise you made. Diomedes and I could not make up our
                     minds whether to spring out then and there, or to answer you from inside, but
                     Odysseus held us all in check, so we sat quite still, all except Antiklos, who
                     was beginning to answer you, when Odysseus clapped his two brawny hands over
                     his mouth, and kept them there. It was this that saved us all, for he muzzled
                     Antiklos till Athena took you away again."</p><p><milestone n="290" unit="line"/>"How sad," exclaimed Telemakhos, "that all this
                     was of no avail to save him, nor yet his own iron courage. But now, sir, be
                     pleased to send us all to bed, that we may lie down and enjoy the blessed boon
                     of sleep."</p><p><milestone n="296" unit="line"/>On this Helen told the maid servants to set
                     beds in the room that was in the gatehouse, and to make them with good red
                     rugs, and spread coverlets on the top of them with woolen cloaks for the guests
                     to wear. So the maids went out, carrying a torch, and made the beds, to which a
                     man-servant presently conducted the strangers. Thus, then, did Telemakhos and
                     Peisistratos sleep there in the forecourt, while the son of Atreus lay in an
                     inner room with lovely Helen by his side.</p></div><div type="textpart" n="306" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="306" unit="line"/>When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn,
                     appeared, Menelaos rose and dressed himself. He bound his sandals on to his
                     comely feet, girded his sword about his shoulders, and left his room looking
                     like an immortal god. Then, taking a seat near Telemakhos he said:</p><p><milestone n="312" unit="line"/>"And what, Telemakhos, has led you to take this
                     long sea voyage to <placeName key="tgn,7011065">Lacedaemon</placeName>? Are you
                     on public or private business? Tell me all about it."</p><p><milestone n="315" unit="line"/>"I have come, sir replied Telemakhos, "to see
                     if you can tell me anything about my father. I am being eaten out of house and
                     home; my fair estate is being wasted, and my house is full of miscreants who in
                     overweening <term xml:lang="grc">hubris</term> keep killing great numbers of my
                     sheep and oxen, on the pretense of wooing my mother. Therefore, I am suppliant
                     at your knees if haply you may tell me about my father's melancholy end,
                     whether you saw it with your own eyes, or heard it from some other traveler;
                     for he was a man born to trouble. Do not soften things out of any pity for
                     myself, but tell me in all plainness exactly what you saw. If my brave father
                     Odysseus ever did you loyal service either by word or deed, when you Achaeans
                     were harassed in the <term xml:lang="grc">dêmos</term> of the Trojans, bear it
                     in mind now as in my favor and tell me truly all."</p><p><milestone n="332" unit="line"/>Menelaos on hearing this was very much shocked.
                     "So," he exclaimed, "these cowards would usurp a brave man's bed? A hind might
                     as well lay her new born young in the lair of a lion, and then go off to feed
                     in the forest or in some grassy dell: the lion when he comes back to his lair
                     will make short work with the pair of them - and so will Odysseus with these
                     suitors. By father Zeus, Athena, and Apollo, if Odysseus is still the man that
                     he was when he wrestled with Philomeleides in <placeName key="tgn,7002672">Lesbos</placeName>, and threw him so heavily that all the Achaeans cheered
                     him - if he is still such and were to come near these suitors, they would have
                     a swift doom and a sorry wedding. As regards your questions, however, I will
                     not prevaricate nor deceive you, but will tell you without concealment all that
                     the old man of the sea told me.</p></div><div type="textpart" n="351" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="351" unit="line"/>"I was trying to come on here, but the gods
                     detained me in <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Egypt</placeName>, for my hecatombs
                     had not given them full satisfaction, and the gods are very strict about having
                     their dues. Now off <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Egypt</placeName>, about as
                     far as a ship can sail in a day with a good stiff breeze behind her, there is
                     an island called Pharos - it has a good harbor from which vessels can get out
                     into open sea when they have taken in water - and the gods becalmed me twenty
                     days without so much as a breath of fair wind to help me forward. We should
                     have run clean out of provisions and my men would have starved, if a goddess
                     had not taken pity upon me and saved me in the person of Eidothea, daughter to
                     Proteus, the old man of the sea, for she had taken a great fancy to me.</p><p><milestone n="367" unit="line"/>"She came to me one day when I was by myself,
                     as I often was, for the men used to go with their barbed hooks, all over the
                     island in the hope of catching a fish or two to save them from the pangs of
                     hunger. ‘Stranger,’ said she, ‘it seems to me that you like starving in this
                     way - at any rate it does not greatly trouble you, for you stick here day after
                     day, without even trying to get away though your men are dying by inches.’</p><p><milestone n="375" unit="line"/>"‘Let me tell you,’ said I, ‘whichever of the
                     goddesses you may happen to be, that I am not staying here of my own accord,
                     but must have offended the gods that live in heaven. Tell me, therefore, for
                     the gods know everything: which of the immortals it is that is hindering me in
                     this way, and tell me also how I may sail the sea so as to reach my home [<term xml:lang="grc">nostos</term>]?’</p><p><milestone n="382" unit="line"/>"‘Stranger,’ replied she, ‘I will make it all
                     quite clear to you. There is an old immortal who lives under the sea hereabouts
                     and whose name is Proteus. He is an Egyptian, and people say he is my father;
                     he is Poseidon's head man and knows every inch of ground all over the bottom of
                     the sea. If you can snare him and hold him tight, he will tell you about your
                     voyage, what courses you are to take, and how you are to sail the sea so as to
                     reach your home [<term xml:lang="grc">nostos</term>]. He will also tell you, if
                     you so will, all that has been going on at your house both good and bad, while
                     you have been away on your long and dangerous journey.’</p></div><div type="textpart" n="394" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="394" unit="line"/>"‘Can you show me,’ said I, ‘some strategy by
                     means of which I may catch this old god without his suspecting it and finding
                     me out? For a <term xml:lang="grc">daimôn</term> is not easily caught - not by
                     a mortal man.’</p><p><milestone n="398" unit="line"/>"‘Stranger,’ said she, ‘I will make it all
                     quite clear to you. About the time when the sun shall have reached mid heaven,
                     the old man of the sea comes up from under the waves, heralded by the West wind
                     that furs the water over his head. As soon as he has come up he lies down, and
                     goes to sleep in a great sea cave, where the seals - (Halosydne's chickens as
                     they call them) - come up also from the gray sea, and go to sleep in shoals all
                     round him; and a very strong and fish-like smell do they bring with them. Early
                     tomorrow morning I will take you to this place and will lay you in ambush. Pick
                     out [<term xml:lang="grc">krînô</term>], therefore, the three best men you have
                     in your fleet, and I will tell you all the tricks that the old man will play
                     you.</p><p><milestone n="411" unit="line"/>"‘First he will look over all his seals, and
                     count them; then, when he has seen them and tallied them on his five fingers,
                     he will go to sleep among them, as a shepherd among his sheep. The moment you
                     see that he is asleep seize him; put forth all your strength [<term xml:lang="grc">biê</term>] and hold him fast, for he will do his very utmost
                     to get away from you. He will turn himself into every kind of creature that
                     goes upon the earth, and will become also both fire and water; but you must
                     hold him fast and grip him tighter and tighter, till he begins to talk to you
                     and comes back to what he was when you saw him go to sleep; then you may
                     slacken your hold [<term xml:lang="grc">biê</term>] and let him go; and you can
                     ask him which of the gods it is that is angry with you, and what you must do to
                     reach your home [<term xml:lang="grc">nostos</term>] over the fishy sea.’</p><p><milestone n="425" unit="line"/>"Having so said she dived under the waves,
                     whereon I turned back to the place where my ships were ranged upon the shore;
                     and my heart was clouded with care as I went along. When I reached my ship we
                     got supper ready, for night was falling, and camped down upon the beach.</p></div><div type="textpart" n="431" subtype="card"><p><milestone n="431" unit="line"/>"When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn,
                     appeared, I took the three men on whose prowess of all kinds I could most rely,
                     and went along by the sea-side, praying heartily to heaven. Meanwhile the
                     goddess fetched me up four seal skins from the bottom of the sea, all of them
                     just skinned, for she meant to play a trick upon her father. Then she dug four
                     pits for us to lie in, and sat down to wait till we should come up. When we
                     were close to her, she made us lie down in the pits one after the other, and
                     threw a seal skin over each of us. Our ambuscade would have been intolerable,
                     for the stench of the fishy seals was most distressing - who would go to bed
                     with a sea monster if he could help it?-but here, too, the goddess helped us,
                     and thought of something that gave us great relief, for she put some ambrosia
                     under each man's nostrils, which was so fragrant that it killed the smell of
                     the seals.</p><p><milestone n="447" unit="line"/>"We waited the whole morning and made the best
                     of it, watching the seals come up in hundreds to bask upon the sea shore, till
                     at noon the old man of the sea came up too, and when he had found his fat seals
                     he went over them and counted them. We were among the first he counted, and he
                     never suspected any guile, but laid himself down to sleep as soon as he had
                     done counting. Then we rushed upon him with a shout and seized him; on which he
                     began at once with his old tricks, and changed himself first into a lion with a
                     great mane; then all of a sudden he became a dragon, a leopard, a wild boar;
                     the next moment he was running water, and then again directly he was a tree,
                     but we stuck to him and never lost hold, till at last the cunning old creature
                     became distressed, and said, Which of the gods was it, Son of Atreus, that
                     hatched this plot with you for snaring me and seizing me against my will? What
                     do you want?’</p><p><milestone n="464" unit="line"/>"‘You know that yourself, old man,’ I answered.
                     ‘You will gain nothing by trying to put me off. It is because I have been kept
                     so long in this island, and see no sign of my being able to get away. I am
                     losing all heart; tell me, then, for you gods know everything, which of the
                     immortals it is that is hindering me, and tell me also how I may sail the sea
                     so as to reach my home [<term xml:lang="grc">nostos</term>]?’</p><p><milestone n="471" unit="line"/>"Then,’ he said, ‘if you would finish your
                     voyage and get home quickly, you must offer sacrifices to Zeus and to the rest
                     of the gods before embarking; for it is decreed that you shall not get back to
                     your friends, and to your own house, till you have returned to the heaven-fed
                     stream of <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Egypt</placeName>, and offered holy
                     hecatombs to the immortal gods that reign in heaven. When you have done this
                     they will let you finish your voyage.’</p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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