“My poor fellow, you shall not stay here grieving and fretting your life out any longer.  I am going to send you away of my own free will; so go, cut some beams of wood, and make yourself a large raft with an upper deck that it may carry you safely over the sea.  I will put bread, wine, and water on board to save you from starving.  I will also give you clothes, and will send you a fair wind to take you home, if the gods in heaven so will it—­for they know more about these things, and can settle them better than I can.”

Ulysses shuddered as he heard her.  “Now goddess,” he answered, “there is something behind all this; you cannot be really meaning to help me home when you bid me do such a dreadful thing as put to sea on a raft.  Not even a well found ship with a fair wind could venture on such a distant voyage:  nothing that you can say or do shall make me go on board a raft unless you first solemnly swear that you mean me no mischief.”

Calypso smiled at this and caressed him with her hand:  “You know a great deal,” said she, “but you are quite wrong here.  May heaven above and earth below be my witnesses, with the waters of the river Styx—­and this is the most solemn oath which a blessed god can take—­that I mean you no sort of harm, and am only advising you to do exactly what I should do myself in your place.  I am dealing with you quite straightforwardly; my heart is not made of iron, and I am very sorry for you.”

When she had thus spoken she led the way rapidly before him, and Ulysses followed in her steps; so the pair, goddess and man, went on and on till they came to Calypso’s cave, where Ulysses took the seat that Mercury had just left.  Calypso set meat and drink before him of the food that mortals eat; but her maids brought ambrosia and nectar for herself, and they laid their hands on the good things that were before them.  When they had satisfied themselves with meat and drink, Calypso spoke, saying: 

“Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, so you would start home to your own land at once?  Good luck go with you, but if you could only know how much suffering is in store for you before you get back to your own country, you would stay where you are, keep house along with me, and let me make you immortal, no matter how anxious you may be to see this wife of yours, of whom you are thinking all the time day after day; yet I flatter myself that I am no whit less tall or well-looking than she is, for it is not to be expected that a mortal woman should compare in beauty with an immortal.”

“Goddess,” replied Ulysses, “do not be angry with me about this.  I am quite aware that my wife Penelope is nothing like so tall or so beautiful as yourself.  She is only a woman, whereas you are an immortal.  Nevertheless, I want to get home, and can think of nothing else.  If some god wrecks me when I am on the sea, I will bear it and make the best of it.  I have had infinite trouble both by land and sea already, so let this go with the rest.”