. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. and about her waist she cast a fair goldengirdle, and put a veil upon her head. But I passed throughthe halls and roused my men with smooth words, standing byeach one in turn : Sleep ye now no more nor breathe sweet slumber; butlet us go on our way, for surely she hath shown me all, thelady Circe. So spake I, and their lordly soul consented thereto. Yeteven thence I led not my company safe away. There wasone, Elpenor, the youngest of us all, not very valiant in warneither steadfast in mind
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. and about her waist she cast a fair goldengirdle, and put a veil upon her head. But I passed throughthe halls and roused my men with smooth words, standing byeach one in turn : Sleep ye now no more nor breathe sweet slumber; butlet us go on our way, for surely she hath shown me all, thelady Circe. So spake I, and their lordly soul consented thereto. Yeteven thence I led not my company safe away. There wasone, Elpenor, the youngest of us all, not very valiant in warneither steadfast in mind. He was lying apart from the restof my men on the housetop of Circes sacred dwelling, veryfain of the cool air, as one heavy with wine. Now when heheard the noise of the voices and of the feet of my fellowsas they moved to and fro, he leaped up of a sudden andminded him not to descend again by the way of the tallladder, but fell right down from the roof, and his neck wasbroken from the bones of the spine, and his spirit went downto the house of Hades. Then I spake among my men as they went on their. BOOK XI 127 way, saying: Ye deem now, I see, that ye are going to yourown dear country; but Circe hath showed us another way,even to the dwelling of Hades and of dread Persephone, toseek to the spirit of Theban Teiresias. Even so I spake, but their heart within them was broken,and they sat them down even where they were, and madelament and tore their hair. Howbeit no help came of theirweeping. But as we were now wending sorrowful to the swiftship and the sea-banks, shedding big tears, Circe meanwhilehad gone her ways and made fast a ram and a black ewe bythe dark ship, lightly passing us by: who may behold a godagainst his will, whether going to or fro 1 BOOK XI Odysseus descends into hell and discourses with the ghosts of the deceased heroes. Now when we had gone down to the ship and to thesea, first of all we drew the ship unto the fair salt water,and placed the mast and sails in
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