Menelaus on hearing this was very much shocked.  “So,” he exclaimed, “these cowards would usurp a brave man’s bed?  A hind might as well lay her new born young in the lair of a lion, and then go off to feed in the forest or in some grassy dell:  the lion when he comes back to his lair will make short work with the pair of them—­and so will Ulysses with these suitors.  By father Jove, Minerva, and Apollo, if Ulysses is still the man that he was when he wrestled with Philomeleides in Lesbos, and threw him so heavily that all the Achaeans cheered him—­if he is still such and were to come near these suitors, they would have a short shrift and a sorry wedding.  As regards your questions, however, I will not prevaricate nor deceive you, but will tell you without concealment all that the old man of the sea told me.

“I was trying to come on here, but the gods detained me in Egypt, for my hecatombs had not given them full satisfaction, and the gods are very strict about having their dues.  Now off Egypt, about as far as a ship can sail in a day with a good stiff breeze behind her, there is an island called Pharos—­it has a good harbour from which vessels can get out into open sea when they have taken in water—­and here the gods becalmed me twenty days without so much as a breath of fair wind to help me forward.  We should have run clean out of provisions and my men would have starved, if a goddess had not taken pity upon me and saved me in the person of Idothea, daughter to Proteus, the old man of the sea, for she had taken a great fancy to me.

“She came to me one day when I was by myself, as I often was, for the men used to go with their barbed hooks, all over the island in the hope of catching a fish or two to save them from the pangs of hunger.  ‘Stranger,’ said she, ’it seems to me that you like starving in this way—­at any rate it does not greatly trouble you, for you stick here day after day, without even trying to get away though your men are dying by inches.’

“‘Let me tell you,’ said I, ’whichever of the goddesses you may happen to be, that I am not staying here of my own accord, but must have offended the gods that live in heaven.  Tell me, therefore, for the gods know everything, which of the immortals it is that is hindering me in this way, and tell me also how I may sail the sea so as to reach my home.’

“‘Stranger,’ replied she, ’I will make it all quite clear to you.  There is an old immortal who lives under the sea hereabouts and whose name is Proteus.  He is an Egyptian, and people say he is my father; he is Neptune’s head man and knows every inch of ground all over the bottom of the sea.  If you can snare him and hold him tight, he will tell you about your voyage, what courses you are to take, and how you are to sail the sea so as to reach your home.  He will also tell you, if you so will, all that has been going on at your house both good and bad, while you have been away on your long and dangerous journey.’