“Now, by my life, mankind again! But who? Savages, are they, strangers to courtesy? Or gentle folk, who know and fear the gods? That was a lusty cry of tall young girls— most like the cry of nymphs, who haunt the peaks. Or am I amid people of human speech?
where am i
“Mistress: please: are you divine, or mortal? If one of those who dwell in the wide heaven, you are most near to Artemis, I should say— great Zeus’s daughter—in your grace and presence."
Athena lent a hand, making him seem taller, and massive, too, with crisping hair in curls like petals of wild hyacinth, but all red-golden. Think of gold infused on silver by a craftsman, whose fine art Hephaestus taught him, or Athena: one whose work moves to delight: just so she lavished beauty over Odysseus’s head and shoulders.
“Up with you now, friend; back to town we go; and I shall send you in before my father who is wondrous wise; there in our house with him you’ll meet the noblest of the Phaeacians."
“. . . Friend, you must not be secretive any longer! Come, in fairness tell me the name you bore in that far country; how were you known to family, and neighbors?