’So spake I, and anon he answered me, and said:  “I will tell thee an easy saying, and will put it in thy heart.  Whomsoever of the dead that be departed thou shalt suffer to draw nigh to the blood, he shall tell thee sooth; but if thou shalt grudge any, that one shall go to his own place again.”  Therewith the spirit of the prince Teiresias went back within the house of Hades, when he had told all his oracles.  But I abode there steadfastly, till my mother drew nigh and drank the dark blood; and at once she knew me, and bewailing herself spake to me winged words: 

’"Dear child, how didst thou come beneath the darkness and the shadow, thou that art a living man?  Grievous is the sight of these things to the living, for between us and you are great rivers and dreadful streams; first, Oceanus, which can no wise be crossed on foot, but only if one have a well wrought ship.  Art thou but now come hither with thy ship and thy company in thy long wanderings from Troy? and hast thou not yet reached Ithaca, nor seen thy wife in thy halls?”

’Even so she spake, and I answered her, and said:  “O my mother, necessity was on me to come down to the house of Hades to seek to the spirit of Theban Teiresias.  For not yet have I drawn near to the Achaean shore, nor yet have I set foot on mine own country, but have been wandering evermore in affliction, from the day that first I went with goodly Agamemnon to Ilios of the fair steeds, to do battle with the Trojans.  But come, declare me this and plainly tell it all.  What doom overcame thee of death that lays men at their length?  Was it a slow disease, or did Artemis the archer slay thee with the visitation of her gentle shafts?  And tell me of my father and my son, that I left behind me; doth my honour yet abide with them, or hath another already taken it, while they say that I shall come home no more?  And tell me of my wedded wife, of her counsel and her purpose, doth she abide with her son and keep all secure, or hath she already wedded the best of the Achaeans?”

’Even so I spake, and anon my lady mother answered me:  “Yea verily, she abideth with steadfast spirit in thy halls; and wearily for her the nights wane always and the days in shedding of tears.  But the fair honour that is thine no man hath yet taken; but Telemachus sits at peace on his demesne, and feasts at equal banquets, whereof it is meet that a judge partake, for all men bid him to their house.  And thy father abides there in the field, and goes not down to the town, nor lies he on bedding or rugs or shining blankets, but all the winter he sleeps, where sleep the thralls in the house, in the ashes by the fire, and is clad in sorry raiment.  But when the summer comes and the rich harvest-tide, his beds of fallen leaves are strewn lowly all about the knoll of his vineyard plot.  There he lies sorrowing and nurses his mighty grief, for long desire of thy return, and old age withal comes heavy upon him.  Yea and even so did I too perish and meet my doom.  It was not the archer goddess of the keen sight, who slew me in my halls with the visitation of her gentle shafts, nor did any sickness come upon me, such as chiefly with a sad wasting draws the spirit from the limbs; nay, it was my sore longing for thee, and for thy counsels, great Odysseus, and for thy loving-kindness, that reft me of sweet life.”