<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Odyssey: Book 14</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ulysses now left the haven, and took the rough track up through<br>the wooded country and over the crest of the mountain till he<br>reached the place where Minerva had said that he would find the<br>swineherd, who was the most thrifty servant he had. He found him<br>sitting in front of his hut, which was by the yards that he had<br>built on a site which could be seen from far. He had made them<br>spacious and fair to see, with a free ran for the pigs all round them;<br>he had built them during his master's absence, of stones which he<br>had gathered out of the ground, without saying anything to Penelope or<br>Laertes, and he had fenced them on top with thorn bushes. Outside<br>the yard he had run a strong fence of oaken posts, split, and set<br>pretty close together, while inside lie had built twelve sties near<br>one another for the sows to lie in. There were fifty pigs wallowing in<br>each sty, all of them breeding sows; but the boars slept outside and<br>were much fewer in number, for the suitors kept on eating them, and<br>die swineherd had to send them the best he had continually. There were<br>three hundred and sixty boar pigs, and the herdsman's four hounds,<br>which were as fierce as wolves, slept always with them. The<br>swineherd was at that moment cutting out a pair of sandals from a good<br>stout ox hide. Three of his men were out herding the pigs in one place<br>or another, and he had sent the fourth to town with a boar that he had<br>been forced to send the suitors that they might sacrifice it and<br>have their fill of meat.<br>When the hounds saw Ulysses they set up a furious barking and flew<br>at him, but Ulysses was cunning enough to sit down and loose his<br>hold of the stick that he had in his hand: still, he would have been<br>torn by them in his own homestead had not the swineherd dropped his ox<br>hide, rushed full speed through the gate of the yard and driven the<br>dogs off by shouting and throwing stones at them. Then he said to<br>Ulysses, "Old man, the dogs were likely to have made short work of<br>you, and then you would have got me into trouble. The gods have<br>given me quite enough worries without that, for I have lost the best<br>of masters, and am in continual grief on his account. I have to attend<br>swine for other people to eat, while he, if he yet lives to see the<br>light of day, is starving in some distant land. But come inside, and<br>when you have had your fill of bread and wine, tell me where you<br>come from, and all about your misfortunes."<br>On this the swineherd led the way into the hut and bade him sit<br>down. He strewed a good thick bed of rushes upon the floor, and on the<br>top of this he threw the shaggy chamois skin- a great thick one- on<br>which he used to sleep by night. Ulysses was pleased at being made<br>thus welcome, and said "May Jove, sir, and the rest of the gods<br>grant you your heart's desire in return for the kind way in which<br>you have received me."<br>To this you answered, O swineherd Eumaeus, "Stranger, though a still<br>poorer man should come here, it would not be right for me to insult<br>him, for all strangers and beggars are from Jove. You must take what<br>you can get and be thankful, for servants live in fear when they<br>have young lords for their masters; and this is my misfortune now, for<br>heaven has hindered the return of him who would have been always<br>good to me and given me something of my own- a house, a piece of land,<br>a good looking wife, and all else that a liberal master allows a<br>servant who has worked hard for him, and whose labour the gods have<br>prospered as they have mine in the situation which I hold. If my<br>master had grown old here he would have done great things by me, but<br>he is gone, and I wish that Helen's whole race were utterly destroyed,<br>for she has been the death of many a good man. It was this matter that<br>took my master to Ilius, the land of noble steeds, to fight the<br>Trojans in the cause of kin Agamemnon."<br>As he spoke he bound his girdle round him and went to the sties<br>where the young sucking pigs were penned. He picked out two which he<br>brought back with him and sacrificed. He singed them, cut them up, and<br>spitted on them; when the meat was cooked he brought it all in and set<br>it before Ulysses, hot and still on the spit, whereon Ulysses<br>sprinkled it over with white barley meal. The swineherd then mixed<br>wine in a bowl of ivy-wood, and taking a seat opposite Ulysses told<br>him to begin.<br>"Fall to, stranger," said he, "on a dish of servant's pork. The<br>fat pigs have to go to the suitors, who eat them up without shame or<br>scruple; but the blessed gods love not such shameful doings, and<br>respect those who do what is lawful and right. Even the fierce<br>free-booters who go raiding on other people's land, and Jove gives<br>them their spoil- even they, when they have filled their ships and got<br>home again live conscience-stricken, and look fearfully for judgement;<br>but some god seems to have told these people that Ulysses is dead<br>and gone; they will not, therefore, go back to their own homes and<br>make their offers of marriage in the usual way, but waste his estate<br>by force, without fear or stint. Not a day or night comes out of<br>heaven, but they sacrifice not one victim nor two only, and they<br>take the run of his wine, for he was exceedingly rich. No other<br>great man either in Ithaca or on the mainland is as rich as he was; he<br>had as much as twenty men put together. I will tell you what he had.<br>There are twelve herds of cattle upon the mainland, and as many flocks<br>of sheep, there are also twelve droves of pigs, while his own men<br>and hired strangers feed him twelve widely spreading herds of goats.<br>Here in Ithaca he runs even large flocks of goats on the far end of<br>the island, and they are in the charge of excellent goatherds. Each<br>one of these sends the suitors the best goat in the flock every day.<br>As for myself, I am in charge of the pigs that you see here, and I<br>have to keep picking out the best I have and sending it to them."<br>This was his story, but Ulysses went on eating and drinking<br>ravenously without a word, brooding his revenge. When he had eaten<br>enough and was satisfied, the swineherd took the bowl from which he<br>usually drank, filled it with wine, and gave it to Ulysses, who was<br>pleased, and said as he took it in his hands, "My friend, who was this<br>master of yours that bought you and paid for you, so rich and so<br>powerful as you tell me? You say he perished in the cause of King<br>Agamemnon; tell me who he was, in case I may have met with such a<br>person. Jove and the other gods know, but I may be able to give you<br>news of him, for I have travelled much."<br>Eumaeus answered, "Old man, no traveller who comes here with news<br>will get Ulysses' wife and son to believe his story. Nevertheless,<br>tramps in want of a lodging keep coming with their mouths full of<br>lies, and not a word of truth; every one who finds his way to Ithaca<br>goes to my mistress and tells her falsehoods, whereon she takes them<br>in, makes much of them, and asks them all manner of questions,<br>crying all the time as women will when they have lost their<br>husbands. And you too, old man, for a shirt and a cloak would<br>doubtless make up a very pretty story. But the wolves and birds of<br>prey have long since torn Ulysses to pieces, or the fishes of the<br>sea have eaten him, and his bones are lying buried deep in sand upon<br>some foreign shore; he is dead and gone, and a bad business it is<br>for all his friends- for me especially; go where I may I shall never<br>find so good a master, not even if I were to go home to my mother<br>and father where I was bred and born. I do not so much care,<br>however, about my parents now, though I should dearly like to see them<br>again in my own country; it is the loss of Ulysses that grieves me<br>most; I cannot speak of him without reverence though he is here no<br>longer, for he was very fond of me, and took such care of me that<br>whereever he may be I shall always honour his memory."<br>"My friend," replied Ulysses, "you are very positive, and very<br>hard of belief about your master's coming home again, nevertheless I<br>will not merely say, but will swear, that he is coming. Do not give me<br>anything for my news till he has actually come, you may then give me a<br>shirt and cloak of good wear if you will. I am in great want, but I<br>will not take anything at all till then, for I hate a man, even as I<br>hate hell fire, who lets his poverty tempt him into lying. I swear<br>by king Jove, by the rites of hospitality, and by that hearth of<br>Ulysses to which I have now come, that all will surely happen as I<br>have said it will. Ulysses will return in this self same year; with<br>the end of this moon and the beginning of the next he will be here<br>to do vengeance on all those who are ill treating his wife and son."<br>To this you answered, O swineherd Eumaeus, "Old man, you will<br>neither get paid for bringing good news, nor will Ulysses ever come<br>home; drink you wine in peace, and let us talk about something else.<br>Do not keep on reminding me of all this; it always pains me when any<br>one speaks about my honoured master. As for your oath we will let it<br>alone, but I only wish he may come, as do Penelope, his old father<br>Laertes, and his son Telemachus. I am terribly unhappy too about<br>this same boy of his; he was running up fast into manhood, and bade<br>fare to be no worse man, face and figure, than his father, but some<br>one, either god or man, has been unsettling his mind, so he has gone<br>off to Pylos to try and get news of his father, and the suitors are<br>lying in wait for him as he is coming home, in the hope of leaving the<br>house of Arceisius without a name in Ithaca. But let us say no more<br>about him, and leave him to be taken, or else to escape if the son<br>of Saturn holds his hand over him to protect him. And now, old man,<br>tell me your own story; tell me also, for I want to know, who you<br>are and where you come from. Tell me of your town and parents, what<br>manner of ship you came in, how crew brought you to Ithaca, and from<br>what country they professed to come- for you cannot have come by<br>land."<br>And Ulysses answered, "I will tell you all about it. If there were<br>meat and wine enough, and we could stay here in the hut with nothing<br>to do but to eat and drink while the others go to their work, I<br>could easily talk on for a whole twelve months without ever<br>finishing the story of the sorrows with which it has pleased heaven to<br>visit me.<br>"I am by birth a Cretan; my father was a well-to-do man, who had<br>many sons born in marriage, whereas I was the son of a slave whom he<br>had purchased for a concubine; nevertheless, my father Castor son of<br>Hylax (whose lineage I claim, and who was held in the highest honour<br>among the Cretans for his wealth, prosperity, and the valour of his<br>sons) put me on the same level with my brothers who had been born in<br>wedlock. When, however, death took him to the house of Hades, his sons<br>divided his estate and cast lots for their shares, but to me they gave<br>a holding and little else; nevertheless, my valour enabled me to marry<br>into a rich family, for I was not given to bragging, or shirking on<br>the field of battle. It is all over now; still, if you look at the<br>straw you can see what the ear was, for I have had trouble enough<br>and to spare. Mars and Minerva made me doughty in war; when I had<br>picked my men to surprise the enemy with an ambuscade I never gave<br>death so much as a thought, but was the first to leap forward and<br>spear all whom I could overtake. Such was I in battle, but I did not<br>care about farm work, nor the frugal home life of those who would<br>bring up children. My delight was in ships, fighting, javelins, and<br>arrows- things that most men shudder to think of; but one man likes<br>one thing and another another, and this was what I was most<br>naturally inclined to. Before the Achaeans went to Troy, nine times<br>was I in command of men and ships on foreign service, and I amassed<br>much wealth. I had my pick of the spoil in the first instance, and<br>much more was allotted to me later on.<br>"My house grew apace and I became a great man among the Cretans, but<br>when Jove counselled that terrible expedition, in which so many<br>perished, the people required me and Idomeneus to lead their ships<br>to Troy, and there was no way out of it, for they insisted on our<br>doing so. There we fought for nine whole years, but in the tenth we<br>sacked the city of Priam and sailed home again as heaven dispersed us.<br>Then it was that Jove devised evil against me. I spent but one month<br>happily with my children, wife, and property, and then I conceived the<br>idea of making a descent on Egypt, so I fitted out a fine fleet and<br>manned it. I had nine ships, and the people flocked to fill them.<br>For six days I and my men made feast, and I found them many victims<br>both for sacrifice to the gods and for themselves, but on the<br>seventh day we went on board and set sail from Crete with a fair North<br>wind behind us though we were going down a river. Nothing went ill<br>with any of our ships, and we had no sickness on board, but sat<br>where we were and let the ships go as the wind and steersmen took<br>them. On the fifth day we reached the river Aegyptus; there I<br>stationed my ships in the river, bidding my men stay by them and<br>keep guard over them while I sent out scouts to reconnoitre from every<br>point of vantage.<br>"But the men disobeyed my orders, took to their own devices, and<br>ravaged the land of the Egyptians, killing the men, and taking their<br>wives and children captive. The alarm was soon carried to the city,<br>and when they heard the war cry, the people came out at daybreak<br>till the plain was filled with horsemen and foot soldiers and with the<br>gleam of armour. Then Jove spread panic among my men, and they would<br>no longer face the enemy, for they found themselves surrounded. The<br>Egyptians killed many of us, and took the rest alive to do forced<br>labour for them. Jove, however, put it in my mind to do thus- and I<br>wish I had died then and there in Egypt instead, for there was much<br>sorrow in store for me- I took off my helmet and shield and dropped my<br>spear from my hand; then I went straight up to the king's chariot,<br>clasped his knees and kissed them, whereon he spared my life, bade<br>me get into his chariot, and took me weeping to his own home. Many<br>made at me with their ashen spears and tried to kil me in their<br>fury, but the king protected me, for he feared the wrath of Jove the<br>protector of strangers, who punishes those who do evil.<br>"I stayed there for seven years and got together much money among<br>the Egyptians, for they all gave me something; but when it was now<br>going on for eight years there came a certain Phoenician, a cunning<br>rascal, who had already committed all sorts of villainy, and this<br>man talked me over into going with him to Phoenicia, where his house<br>and his possessions lay. I stayed there for a whole twelve months, but<br>at the end of that time when months and days had gone by till the same<br>season had come round again, he set me on board a ship bound for<br>Libya, on a pretence that I was to take a cargo along with him to that<br>place, but really that he might sell me as a slave and take the<br>money I fetched. I suspected his intention, but went on board with<br>him, for I could not help it.<br>"The ship ran before a fresh North wind till we had reached the<br>sea that lies between Crete and Libya; there, however, Jove counselled<br>their destruction, for as soon as we were well out from Crete and<br>could see nothing but sea and sky, he raised a black cloud over our<br>ship and the sea grew dark beneath it. Then Jove let fly with his<br>thunderbolts and the ship went round and round and was filled with<br>fire and brimstone as the lightning struck it. The men fell all into<br>the sea; they were carried about in the water round the ship looking<br>like so many sea-gulls, but the god presently deprived them of all<br>chance of getting home again. I was all dismayed; Jove, however,<br>sent the ship's mast within my reach, which saved my life, for I clung<br>to it, and drifted before the fury of the gale. Nine days did I<br>drift but in the darkness of the tenth night a great wave bore me on<br>to the Thesprotian coast. There Pheidon king of the Thesprotians<br>entertained me hospitably without charging me anything at all for<br>his son found me when I was nearly dead with cold and fatigue, whereon<br>he raised me by the hand, took me to his father's house and gave me<br>clothes to wear.<br>"There it was that I heard news of Ulysses, for the king told me<br>he had entertained him, and shown him much hospitality while he was on<br>his homeward journey. He showed me also the treasure of gold, and<br>wrought iron that Ulysses had got together. There was enough to keep<br>his family for ten generations, so much had he left in the house of<br>king Pheidon. But the king said Ulysses had gone to Dodona that he<br>might learn Jove's mind from the god's high oak tree, and know whether<br>after so long an absence he should return to Ithaca openly, or in<br>secret. Moreover the king swore in my presence, making drink-offerings<br>in his own house as he did so, that the ship was by the water side,<br>and the crew found, that should take him to his own country. He sent<br>me off however before Ulysses returned, for there happened to be a<br>Thesprotian ship sailing for the wheat-growing island of Dulichium,<br>and he told those in charge of her to be sure and take me safely to<br>King Acastus.<br>"These men hatched a plot against me that would have reduced me to<br>the very extreme of misery, for when the ship had got some way out<br>from land they resolved on selling me as a slave. They stripped me<br>of the shirt and cloak that I was wearing, and gave me instead the<br>tattered old clouts in which you now see me; then, towards<br>nightfall, they reached the tilled lands of Ithaca, and there they<br>bound me with a strong rope fast in the ship, while they went on shore<br>to get supper by the sea side. But the gods soon undid my bonds for<br>me, and having drawn my rags over my head I slid down the rudder<br>into the sea, where I struck out and swam till I was well clear of<br>them, and came ashore near a thick wood in which I lay concealed. They<br>were very angry at my having escaped and went searching about for<br>me, till at last they thought it was no further use and went back to<br>their ship. The gods, having hidden me thus easily, then took me to<br>a good man's door- for it seems that I am not to die yet awhile."<br>To this you answered, O swineherd Eumaeus, "Poor unhappy stranger, I<br>have found the story of your misfortunes extremely interesting, but<br>that part about Ulysses is not right; and you will never get me to<br>believe it. Why should a man like you go about telling lies in this<br>way? I know all about the return of my master. The gods one and all of<br>them detest him, or they would have taken him before Troy, or let<br>him die with friends around him when the days of his fighting were<br>done; for then the Achaeans would have built a mound over his ashes<br>and his son would have been heir to his renown, but now the storm<br>winds have spirited him away we know not whither.<br>"As for me I live out of the way here with the pigs, and never go to<br>the town unless when Penelope sends for me on the arrival of some news<br>about Ulysses. Then they all sit round and ask questions, both those<br>who grieve over the king's absence, and those who rejoice at it<br>because they can eat up his property without paying for it. For my own<br>part I have never cared about asking anyone else since the time when I<br>was taken in by an Aetolian, who had killed a man and come a long<br>way till at last he reached my station, and I was very kind to him. He<br>said he had seen Ulysses with Idomeneus among the Cretans, refitting<br>his ships which had been damaged in a gale. He said Ulysses would<br>return in the following summer or autumn with his men, and that he<br>would bring back much wealth. And now you, you unfortunate old man,<br>since fate has brought you to my door, do not try to flatter me in<br>this way with vain hopes. It is not for any such reason that I shall<br>treat you kindly, but only out of respect for Jove the god of<br>hospitality, as fearing him and pitying you."<br>Ulysses answered, "I see that you are of an unbelieving mind; I have<br>given you my oath, and yet you will not credit me; let us then make<br>a bargain, and call all the gods in heaven to witness it. If your<br>master comes home, give me a cloak and shirt of good wear, and send me<br>to Dulichium where I want to go; but if he does not come as I say he<br>will, set your men on to me, and tell them to throw me from yonder<br>precepice, as a warning to tramps not to go about the country<br>telling lies."<br>"And a pretty figure I should cut then," replied Eumaeus, both now<br>and hereafter, if I were to kill you after receiving you into my hut<br>and showing you hospitality. I should have to say my prayers in good<br>earnest if I did; but it is just supper time and I hope my men will<br>come in directly, that we may cook something savoury for supper."<br>Thus did they converse, and presently the swineherds came up with<br>the pigs, which were then shut up for the night in their sties, and<br>a tremendous squealing they made as they were being driven into<br>them. But Eumaeus called to his men and said, "Bring in the best pig<br>you have, that I may sacrifice for this stranger, and we will take<br>toll of him ourselves. We have had trouble enough this long time<br>feeding pigs, while others reap the fruit of our labour."<br>On this he began chopping firewood, while the others brought in a<br>fine fat five year old boar pig, and set it at the altar. Eumaeus<br>did not forget the gods, for he was a man of good principles, so the<br>first thing he did was to cut bristles from the pig's face and throw<br>them into the fire, praying to all the gods as he did so that<br>Ulysses might return home again. Then he clubbed the pig with a billet<br>of oak which he had kept back when he was chopping the firewood, and<br>stunned it, while the others slaughtered and singed it. Then they<br>cut it up, and Eumaeus began by putting raw pieces from each joint<br>on to some of the fat; these he sprinkled with barley meal, and laid<br>upon the embers; they cut the rest of the meat up small, put the<br>pieces upon the spits and roasted them till they were done; when<br>they had taken them off the spits they threw them on to the dresser in<br>a heap. The swineherd, who was a most equitable man, then stood up<br>to give every one his share. He made seven portions; one of these he<br>set apart for Mercury the son of Maia and the nymphs, praying to<br>them as he did so; the others he dealt out to the men man by man. He<br>gave Ulysses some slices cut lengthways down the loin as a mark of<br>especial honour, and Ulysses was much pleased. "I hope, Eumaeus," said<br>he, "that Jove will be as well disposed towards you as I am, for the<br>respect you are showing to an outcast like myself."<br>To this you answered, O swineherd Eumaeus, "Eat, my good fellow, and<br>enjoy your supper, such as it is. God grants this, and withholds that,<br>just as he thinks right, for he can do whatever he chooses."<br>As he spoke he cut off the first piece and offered it as a burnt<br>sacrifice to the immortal gods; then he made them a drink-offering,<br>put the cup in the hands of Ulysses, and sat down to his own<br>portion. Mesaulius brought them their bread; the swineherd had<br>bought this man on his own account from among the Taphians during<br>his master's absence, and had paid for him with his own money<br>without saying anything either to his mistress or Laertes. They then<br>laid their hands upon the good things that were before them, and<br>when they had had enough to eat and drink, Mesaulius took away what<br>was left of the bread, and they all went to bed after having made a<br>hearty supper.<br>Now the night came on stormy and very dark, for there was no moon.<br>It poured without ceasing, and the wind blew strong from the West,<br>which is a wet quarter, so Ulysses thought he would see whether<br>Eumaeus, in the excellent care he took of him, would take off his<br>own cloak and give it him, or make one of his men give him one.<br>"Listen to me," said he, "Eumaeus and the rest of you; when I have<br>said a prayer I will tell you something. It is the wine that makes<br>me talk in this way; wine will make even a wise man fall to singing;<br>it will make him chuckle and dance and say many a word that he had<br>better leave unspoken; still, as I have begun, I will go on. Would<br>that I were still young and strong as when we got up an ambuscade<br>before Troy. Menelaus and Ulysses were the leaders, but I was in<br>command also, for the other two would have it so. When we had come<br>up to the wall of the city we crouched down beneath our armour and lay<br>there under cover of the reeds and thick brush-wood that grew about<br>the swamp. It came on to freeze with a North wind blowing; the snow<br>fell small and fine like hoar frost, and our shields were coated thick<br>with rime. The others had all got cloaks and shirts, and slept<br>comfortably enough with their shields about their shoulders, but I had<br>carelessly left my cloak behind me, not thinking that I should be<br>too cold, and had gone off in nothing but my shirt and shield. When<br>the night was two-thirds through and the stars had shifted their their<br>places, I nudged Ulysses who was close to me with my elbow, and he<br>at once gave me his ear.<br>"'Ulysses,' said I, 'this cold will be the death of me, for I have<br>no cloak; some god fooled me into setting off with nothing on but my<br>shirt, and I do not know what to do.'<br>"Ulysses, who was as crafty as he was valiant, hit upon the<br>following plan:<br>"'Keep still,' said he in a low voice, 'or the others will hear<br>you.' Then he raised his head on his elbow.<br>"'My friends,' said he, 'I have had a dream from heaven in my sleep.<br>We are a long way from the ships; I wish some one would go down and<br>tell Agamemnon to send us up more men at once.'<br>"On this Thoas son of Andraemon threw off his cloak and set out<br>running to the ships, whereon I took the cloak and lay in it<br>comfortably enough till morning. Would that I were still young and<br>strong as I was in those days, for then some one of you swineherds<br>would give me a cloak both out of good will and for the respect due to<br>a brave soldier; but now people look down upon me because my clothes<br>are shabby."<br>And Eumaeus answered, "Old man, you have told us an excellent story,<br>and have said nothing so far but what is quite satisfactory; for the<br>present, therefore, you shall want neither clothing nor anything<br>else that a stranger in distress may reasonably expect, but<br>to-morrow morning you have to shake your own old rags about your<br>body again, for we have not many spare cloaks nor shirts up here,<br>but every man has only one. When Ulysses' son comes home again he will<br>give you both cloak and shirt, and send you wherever you may want to<br>go."<br>With this he got up and made a bed for Ulysses by throwing some<br>goatskins and sheepskins on the ground in front of the fire. Here<br>Ulysses lay down, and Eumaeus covered him over with a great heavy<br>cloak that he kept for a change in case of extraordinarily bad<br>weather.<br>Thus did Ulysses sleep, and the young men slept beside him. But<br>the swineherd did not like sleeping away from his pigs, so he got<br>ready to go and Ulysses was glad to see that he looked after his<br>property during his master's absence. First he slung his sword over<br>his brawny shoulders and put on a thick cloak to keep out the wind. He<br>also took the skin of a large and well fed goat, and a javelin in case<br>of attack from men or dogs. Thus equipped he went to his rest where<br>the pigs were camping under an overhanging rock that gave them shelter<br>from the North wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Homer">Homer</a>, translated by Samuel Butler<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410319" data-title="The Odyssey: Book 14 de Homer" data-description="Ulysses now left the haven, and took the rough track up through/the wooded country and over the crest of the mountain till he/reached the place where Minerva had said that he would find the/swineherd, who was the most thrifty servant he had. He fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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