珀涅罗珀的织品（6）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
珀涅罗珀的织品（6）
“We will wait until that hour,” said Antinous, haughtily，“but not a moment longer.”
“No, not a moment longer,” echoed all the rest.
Ⅳ The Tarnished Weapons
The next afternoon the unwelcome guests were assembled in the great hall as usual. The feast was set, and they ate and drank and sang and shouted as never before. They made such an uproar that the very timbers of the palace shook, and the shields and swords that hung on the walls rattled against each other.
While the turmoil was at its height, Telemachus came in, followed by Eumaeus, his father’s oldest and most faithful servant. The guests were so busy enjoying themselves that their entrance was scarcely noticed.
“My young master,” said Eumaeus,“those shields and swords have hung long in their places, waiting for the return of your father.”
“Yes,” answered Telemachus, “and they are becoming tarnished with the smoke and dust. Let us take them down and put them in the great chest in the treasure room. They will be much better kept there.”
“It is a good thought, master,” said the old servant. “I will carry the shields and the bows, and you may bring the swords.”
“Very well, Eumaeus; and let us do the task at once. But my father’s great bow that hangs at the head of the hall must not be touched. My mother polishes and supples it every day, and she would sadly miss it if it were removed.”
To lift the weapons from the walls was no hard matter; but there were a number of them, and the prince and old Eumaeus had to go and come many times before all were removed.
“What are you doing with those swords and shields?” cried Antinous, as they were going out with the last load.
“We are putting them in the big chest in the treasure room. They were being ruined with hanging here so long in the dust and smoke,” answered Telemachus, not deigning to stop.
“The lad is uncommonly cheerful today,” remarked one of the younger suitors.
“Perhaps he is expecting his father,” said old Leocritus, with a sneer.
Ⅴ. The Strolling Beggar
At that moment a strange beggar entered the courtyard. He was dressed in rags; his feet were bare, his head was uncovered, his hands trembled as he slowly walked toward the doorway of
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“We will wait until that hour,” said Antinous, haughtily，“but not a moment longer.”
“No, not a moment longer,” echoed all the rest.
Ⅳ The Tarnished Weapons
The next afternoon the unwelcome guests were assembled in the great hall as usual. The feast was set, and they ate and drank and sang and shouted as never before. They made such an uproar that the very timbers of the palace shook, and the shields and swords that hung on the walls rattled against each other.
While the turmoil was at its height, Telemachus came in, followed by Eumaeus, his father’s oldest and most faithful servant. The guests were so busy enjoying themselves that their entrance was scarcely noticed.
“My young master,” said Eumaeus,“those shields and swords have hung long in their places, waiting for the return of your father.”
“Yes,” answered Telemachus, “and they are becoming tarnished with the smoke and dust. Let us take them down and put them in the great chest in the treasure room. They will be much better kept there.”
“It is a good thought, master,” said the old servant. “I will carry the shields and the bows, and you may bring the swords.”
“Very well, Eumaeus; and let us do the task at once. But my father’s great bow that hangs at the head of the hall must not be touched. My mother polishes and supples it every day, and she would sadly miss it if it were removed.”
To lift the weapons from the walls was no hard matter; but there were a number of them, and the prince and old Eumaeus had to go and come many times before all were removed.
“What are you doing with those swords and shields?” cried Antinous, as they were going out with the last load.
“We are putting them in the big chest in the treasure room. They were being ruined with hanging here so long in the dust and smoke,” answered Telemachus, not deigning to stop.
“The lad is uncommonly cheerful today,” remarked one of the younger suitors.
“Perhaps he is expecting his father,” said old Leocritus, with a sneer.
Ⅴ. The Strolling Beggar
At that moment a strange beggar entered the courtyard. He was dressed in rags; his feet were bare, his head was uncovered, his hands trembled as he slowly walked toward the doorway of