’"Son of Laertes, of the seed of Zeus, Odysseus of many devices, man overbold, what new deed and hardier than this wilt thou devise in thy heart?  How durst thou come down to the house of Hades, where dwell the senseless dead, the phantoms of men outworn?”

’So he spake, but I answered him:  “Achilles, son of Peleus, mightiest far of the Achaeans, I am come hither to seek to Teiresias, if he may tell me any counsel, how I may come to rugged Ithaca.  For not yet have I come nigh the Achaean land, nor set foot on mine own soil, but am still in evil case; while as for thee, Achilles, none other than thou wast heretofore the most blessed of men, nor shall any be hereafter.  For of old, in the days of thy life, we Argives gave thee one honour with the gods, and now thou art a great prince here among the dead.  Wherefore let not thy death be any grief to thee, Achilles.”

’Even so I spake, and he straightway answered me, and said:  “Nay, speak not comfortably to me of death, oh great Odysseus.  Rather would I live on ground {*} as the hireling of another, with a landless man who had no great livelihood, than bear sway among all the dead that be departed.  But come, tell me tidings of that lordly son of mine—­did he follow to the war to be a leader or not?  And tell me of noble Peleus, if thou hast heard aught,—­is he yet held in worship among the Myrmidons, or do they dishonour him from Hellas to Phthia, for that old age binds him hand and foot?  For I am no longer his champion under the sun, so mighty a man as once I was, when in wide Troy I slew the best of the host, and succoured the Argives.  Ah! could I but come for an hour to my father’s house as then I was, so would I make my might and hands invincible, to be hateful to many an one of those who do him despite and keep him from his honour.”

{* [Greek] seems to mean ‘upon the earth,’ ‘above ground,’ as opposed to the dead who are below, rather than ’bound to the soil,’ in which sense most commentators take it.}

’Even so he spake, but I answered him saying:  “As for noble Peleus, verily I have heard nought of him; but concerning thy dear son Neoptolemus, I will tell thee all the truth, according to thy word.  It was I that led him up out of Scyros in my good hollow ship, in the wake of the goodly-greaved Achaeans.  Now oft as we took counsel around Troy town, he was ever the first to speak, and no word missed the mark; the godlike Nestor and I alone surpassed him.  But whensoever we Achaeans did battle on the plain of Troy, he never tarried behind in the throng or the press of men, but ran out far before us all, yielding to none in that might of his.  And many men he slew in warfare dread; but I could not tell of all or name their names, even all the host he slew in succouring the Argives; but, ah, how he smote with the sword that son of Telephus, the hero Eurypylus, and many Ceteians {*} of his company were slain around him, by reason of a woman’s bribe.  He truly