Part 8 (1/2)
The red meat over the fire withered andas of cows
Then in mad fear and riotous despair they fell upon the horrid er, tremulous hands Ulysses was taken with the ed the dripping meat till they could eat no more, and their faces were bloated and their eyes were strained
As the sun sank into the sea with a red and angry face the wind dropped and ceased A great calm spread over the waters When the moon rose the ocean was like a sheet of still silver
Very hurriedly, whispering ah they were afraid of their own voices, they launched the shi+p and rowed out into theaway from the accursed isle
And now the last scene of all came very quickly
Ulysses ont to say that of all the things he had witnessed in his life this was the saddest and most terrible
A sudden crackle of thunder pealed over the sky A fantastic network of lightning played round the shi+p like lace
A dark cloud forths above, and all the waves below beca there hty wind swooped down on them like a hawk drops out of the sky The mast snapped like a pipe-ste the hel with froth on the crest, but like a hill of oil, rose and swept over the shi+p
Ulysses clung to a stanchion with all his ainst the flood When it passed over him he saw that every man of the creas in the water For a few moments they floated round him with sad cries of farewell, and then one by one they were swept into the Ultimate
The timbers of the shi+p broke away and she fell to pieces With a loud cry to Athene, Ulysses launched hi which had for far away from the scene of the wreck
The purpose of the God was accoht shone out clear and still once more
On all the waste of waters no sail, no cape nor headland broke the silver monotone
Loneliness descended upon the hero like a cloak; an utter abandonment such as he had never known before in life
The water began to grow very cold
An awful silence lay over the sea The terrible jubilant silence of a God revenged!
”And so all those well-known, long-tried voices were still! Never again would Eurylochus drain the full tankard in a kindly health”
Ulysses bowed his head, and bitter tears welled up into his eyes
”Never again would grey old Diphilos stand at the hel his keen eyes out over the sounding wastes How the last , straight Ja Ja hair! And there was old Perdix too, old Perdix with his grin and chuckle and his tales Never would Perdix sit by the fire andrat-like eyes were stark and glazed now Perdix stood beside the livid river a spirits He would have no jests now”
He saw theether, in peril, storm, and quiet weather His trusty men! His dear comrades!
And now he alone was left, alone, alone, alone
Perhaps Athene herself was still with hiht struck along his brain a faint blush of hope began to flush his pallid cheek