“There you go,” cried he, “and a precious pair you are.  See how heaven brings birds of the same feather to one another.  Where, pray, master swineherd, are you taking this poor miserable object?  It would make any one sick to see such a creature at table.  A fellow like this never won a prize for anything in his life, but will go about rubbing his shoulders against every man’s door post, and begging, not for swords and cauldrons {144} like a man, but only for a few scraps not worth begging for.  If you would give him to me for a hand on my station, he might do to clean out the folds, or bring a bit of sweet feed to the kids, and he could fatten his thighs as much as he pleased on whey; but he has taken to bad ways and will not go about any kind of work; he will do nothing but beg victuals all the town over, to feed his insatiable belly.  I say, therefore—­and it shall surely be—­if he goes near Ulysses’ house he will get his head broken by the stools they will fling at him, till they turn him out.”

On this, as he passed, he gave Ulysses a kick on the hip out of pure wantonness, but Ulysses stood firm, and did not budge from the path.  For a moment he doubted whether or no to fly at Melanthius and kill him with his staff, or fling him to the ground and beat his brains out; he resolved, however, to endure it and keep himself in check, but the swineherd looked straight at Melanthius and rebuked him, lifting up his hands and praying to heaven as he did so.

“Fountain nymphs,” he cried, “children of Jove, if ever Ulysses burned you thigh bones covered with fat whether of lambs or kids, grant my prayer that heaven may send him home.  He would soon put an end to the swaggering threats with which such men as you go about insulting people—­gadding all over the town while your flocks are going to ruin through bad shepherding.”

Then Melanthius the goatherd answered, “You ill conditioned cur, what are you talking about?  Some day or other I will put you on board ship and take you to a foreign country, where I can sell you and pocket the money you will fetch.  I wish I were as sure that Apollo would strike Telemachus dead this very day, or that the suitors would kill him, as I am that Ulysses will never come home again.”

With this he left them to come on at their leisure, while he went quickly forward and soon reached the house of his master.  When he got there he went in and took his seat among the suitors opposite Eurymachus, who liked him better than any of the others.  The servants brought him a portion of meat, and an upper woman servant set bread before him that he might eat.  Presently Ulysses and the swineherd came up to the house and stood by it, amid a sound of music, for Phemius was just beginning to sing to the suitors.  Then Ulysses took hold of the swineherd’s hand, and said: 

“Eumaeus, this house of Ulysses is a very fine place.  No matter how far you go, you will find few like it.  One building keeps following on after another.  The outer court has a wall with battlements all round it; the doors are double folding, and of good workmanship; it would be a hard matter to take it by force of arms.  I perceive, too, that there are many people banqueting within it, for there is a smell of roast meat, and I hear a sound of music, which the gods have made to go along with feasting.”