Book XIV · Arrival at the Lodge · Scene 3 of 3
Eumaeus roasts pork, rails at suitors
7He spoke, and girt his tunic round his loins,
And hastened to the sties in which the herds
Of swine were lying. Thence he took out two
And slaughtered them, and singed them, sliced the flesh,
And fixed it upon spits, and, when the whole
Was roasted, brought and placed it reeking hot,
Still on the spits and sprinkled with white meal,
Before Odysseus. Then he mingled wine
Of delicate flavors in a wooden bowl,
And opposite Odysseus sat him down,
And thus with kindly words bespoke his guest: —
8“Feast, stranger, on these porkers. We who serve
May feed on them; it is the suitor train
That banquet on the fatted swine —the men
Who neither fear heaven’s anger nor are moved
By pity. The great gods are never pleased
With violent deeds; they honor equity
And justice. Even those who land as foes
And spoilers upon foreign shores, and bear
Away much plunder by the will of Zeus,
Returning homeward with their laden barques,
Feel, brooding heavily upon their minds,
The fear of vengeance. But these suitors know —
For haply they have heard some god declare —
That he, the king, is dead; they neither make
Their suit with decency, nor will withdraw
To their own homes, but at their ease devour
His substance with large waste, and never spare.
Of all the days and nights which Zeus
Gives to mankind is none when they require
A single victim only, or but two,
For sacrifice, and lavishly they drain
His wine-jars. Once large revenues were his.
No hero on the dark-soiled continent
Nor in the isle of Ithaca possessed
Such wealth as he, nor even twenty men
Together. Hear me while I give the amount.
Twelve herds of kine that on the mainland graze
Are his, as many flocks of sheep, of swine
As many droves; as many flocks of goats
Are tended there by strangers, and by hinds,
His servants. Here moreover, in the fields
Beyond us, graze eleven numerous flocks
Of goats, attended by his trusty men,
Each one of whom brings daily home a goat,
The finest of the fatlings. I meantime
Am keeper of these swine, and from the drove
I choose and to the palace send the best.”
9So spoke the swineherd, while Odysseus ate
The flesh with eager appetite, and drank
The wine in silence, meditating woe
To all the suitors. When the meal was over,
And he was strengthened by the food, his host
Filled up with wine the cup from which he drank.
And gave it to Odysseus, who, well pleased,
Received it, and with winged words replied: —
Homer, The Odyssey, translated by William Cullen Bryant, 1871. Public domain.