Soon as early Dawn shone forth, the rosy-fingered, Menelaus of the loud war-shout gat him up from his bed and put on his raiment, and cast his sharp sword about his shoulder, and beneath his smooth feet bound his goodly sandals, and stept forth from his chamber, in presence like a god, and sat by Telemachus, and spake and hailed him: 

’To what end hath thy need brought thee hither, hero Telemachus, unto fair Lacedaemon, over the broad back of the sea?  Is it a matter of the common weal or of thine own?  Herein tell me the plain truth.’

Then wise Telemachus answered him, and said:  ’Menelaus, son of Atreus, fosterling of Zeus, leader of the host, I have come if perchance thou mayest tell me some tidings of my father.  My dwelling is being devoured and my fat lands are ruined, and of unfriendly men my house is full,—­who slaughter continually my thronging flocks, and my kine with trailing feet and shambling gait,—­none other than the wooers of my mother, despiteful out of measure.  So now am I come hither to thy knees, if haply thou art willing to tell me of his pitiful death, as one that saw it perchance with thine own eyes, or heard the story from some other wanderer; for his mother bare him to exceeding sorrow.  And speak me no soft words in ruth or pity, but tell me plainly how thou didst get sight of him.  Ah, I pray thee, if ever at all my father, good Odysseus, made promise to thee of word or work and fulfilled the same in the land of the Trojans, where ye Achaeans suffered affliction, these things, I pray thee, now remember and tell me truth.’

Then in heavy displeasure spake to him Menelaus of the fair hair:  ’Out upon them, for truly in the bed of a brave-hearted man were they minded to lie, very cravens as they are!  Even as when a hind hath couched her newborn fawns unweaned in a strong lion’s lair, and searcheth out the mountain knees and grassy hollows, seeking pasture, and afterward the lion cometh back to his bed, and sendeth forth unsightly death upon that pair, even so shall Odysseus send forth unsightly death upon the wooers.  Would to our father Zeus and Athene and Apollo, would that in such might as when of old in stablished Lesbos he rose up and wrestled a match with Philomeleides and threw him mightily, and all the Achaeans rejoiced; would that in such strength Odysseus might consort with the wooers:  then should they all have swift fate, and bitter wedlock!  But for that whereof thou askest and entreatest me, be sure I will not swerve from the truth in aught that I say, nor deceive thee; but of all that the ancient one of the sea, whose speech is sooth, declared to me, not a word will I hide or keep from thee.