’In the river Aegyptus, {*} though eager I was to press onward home, the gods they stayed me, for that I had not offered them the acceptable sacrifice of hecatombs, and the gods ever desired that men should be mindful of their commandments.  Now there is an island in the wash of the waves over against Aegyptus, and men call it Pharos, within one day’s voyage of a hollow ship, when shrill winds blow fair in her wake.  And therein is a good haven, whence men launch the gallant ships into the deep when they have drawn a store of deep black water.  There the gods held me twenty days, nor did the sea-winds ever show their breath, they that serve to waft ships over the broad back of the sea.  And now would all our corn have been spent, and likewise the strength of the men, except some goddess had taken pity on me and saved me, Eidothee, daughter of mighty Proteus, the ancient one of the sea.  For most of all I moved her heart, when she met me wandering alone apart from my company, who were ever roaming round the isle, fishing with bent hooks, for hunger was gnawing at their belly.  So she stood by, and spake and uttered her voice saying: 

{* The only name for the Nile in Homer.  Cf.  Wilkinson, Ancient Egyptians (1878), vol. i. p. 7.}

’"Art thou so very foolish, stranger, and feeble-witted, or art thou wilfully remiss, and hast pleasure in suffering?  So long time art thou holden in the isle and canst find no issue therefrom, while the heart of thy company faileth within them?”

’Even so she spake, and I answered her saying:  “I will speak forth, what goddess soever thou art, and tell thee that in no wise am I holden here by mine own will, but it needs must be that I have sinned against the deathless gods, who keep the wide heaven.  Howbeit, do thou tell me—­for the gods know all things—­which of the immortals it is that binds me here and hath hindered me from my way, and declare as touching my returning how I may go over the teeming deep.”

’So I spake, and straightway the fair goddess made answer:  “Yea now, sir, I will plainly tell thee all.  Hither resorteth that ancient one of the sea, whose speech is sooth, the deathless Egyptian Proteus, who knows the depths of every sea, and is the thrall of Poseidon, and who, they say, is my father that begat me.  If thou couldst but lay an ambush and catch him, he will surely declare to thee the way and the measure of thy path, and will tell thee of thy returning, how thou mayest go over the teeming deep.  Yea, and he will show thee, O fosterling of Zeus, if thou wilt, what good thing and what evil hath been wrought in thy halls, whilst thou has been faring this long and grievous way.”

’So she spake, but I answered and said unto her:  “Devise now thyself the ambush to take this ancient one divine, lest by any chance he see me first, or know of my coming, and avoid me.  For a god is hard for mortal man to quell.”