raw slices over these. Wine had they not to pour in sacrifice Upon the burning flesh; they poured instead Water, and roasted all the entrails thus. Now when the thighs were thoroughly consumed, And entrails tasted, all the rest was carved Into small portions, and transfixed with spits.
“Just then the gentle slumber left my lids. I hurried to the shore and my good ship, And, drawing near, perceived the savory steam From the burnt-offering. Sorrowfully then I called upon the ever-living gods:—
“ ‘O Father Jove, and all ye blessed gods, Who live forever, ’twas a cruel sleep In which ye lulled me to my grievous harm; My comrades here have done a fearful wrong.’
“Lampetia, of the trailing robes, in haste Flew to the Sun, who journeys round the earth, To tell him that my crew had slain his beeves, And thus in anger he bespake the gods:—
“ ‘O Father Jove, and all ye blessed gods Who never die, avenge the wrong I bear Upon the comrades of Laertes’ son, Ulysses, who have foully slain my beeves, In which I took delight whene’er I rose Into the starry heaven, and when again I sank from heaven to earth. If for the wrong They make not large amends, I shall go down To Hades, there to shine among the dead.’
“The cloud-compelling Jupiter replied:—
‘Still shine, O Sun! among the deathless gods And mortal men, upon the nourishing earth. Soon will I cleave, with a white thunderbolt, Their galley in the midst of the black sea.’
“This from Calypso of the radiant hair I heard thereafter; she herself, she said, Had heard it from the herald Mercury.