Then up rose Eurymachus, in an angry and scornful mood.  “Old man,” said he, “go home and prophesy to thine own children, lest some harm befall thee here.  Thinkest thou that every fowl of the air is a messenger from heaven?  Odysseus has perished, and would that thou hadst perished with him!  Art thou not ashamed to take sides with this malapert boy, feeding his passion and folly with thy crazy prophecies?  Doubtless thou lookest to him for favour and reward, but thou wilt find that his friendship will cost thee dear.  Telemachus has heard our answer to his complaint; let him keep his eloquence for his froward mother, and bring her to a better mind, for neither his speeches nor thy prophecies will turn us from our purpose.”

The principal object of the meeting was now attained:  the villainy of the suitors had been publicly exposed, and they were left without excuse or hope of mercy when the day of reckoning should arrive.  Accordingly Telemachus, dismissing the subject of his wrongs, now spoke of his intended voyage to Pylos and Sparta, and begged for the loan of a ship to carry him and his comrades to the mainland.

No response was made to his request; but one man still attempted to rouse public opinion against the suitors.  This was Mentor, an old friend of Odysseus, who had been left in charge of his household on his departure from Ithaca.  “Is there not one among you,” he cried indignantly, “who will speak a word for Telemachus, or testify against the wickedness of these men?  No more let kings be gentle and merciful towards their people, as was Odysseus when he ruled over you, loving and tender-hearted as a father.  Let righteousness give place to oppression, if these are its rewards.  There you sit, like cowed and beaten men, and suffer a handful of worthless men to lord it over you all.”

After this last appeal, which was as fruitless as the others, the meeting broke up, and the suitors returned to their revels in the house of Odysseus.

II

Full of anxious thought, Telemachus went down to the shore, wondering how he should find means to accomplish his voyage.  Stooping down, he bathed his hands in the sea, and after this act of purification he lifted up his hands and prayed to Athene:  “O thou who camest yesterday to our house, and badest me go on this quest, give ear and help me in this strait.”

He had hardly finished his prayer when he heard a footstep, and looking round saw Mentor, who had come to his aid at the meeting, approaching from the town.  “Be not cast down,” said Mentor, “remember whose son thou art, and all shall be well with thee.  As to this voyage, that shall be my care.  I will find thee a ship, and will go with thee to Pylos.  Meanwhile go thou home and make ready all things for victualling the ship, corn and wine and barley-meal, and bestow them heedfully in vessels and in bags of leather.  Ships there are in plenty, new and old, in seagirt Ithaca; I will choose the best of them all, and man her with a crew who will serve thee freely and with all goodwill.”