The Palace of the King of Phaeacia: The Odyssey, Book 7

Odysseus was on his way home when that vengeful Poseidon decided to try drowning him. Athena led him to an island. He made it to a riverbank, heard some maidens’ voices, then jumped buck-nekkid out of some bushes (first taking the precaution of breaking off a branch from an overhanging tree “to cover up his manly private parts”).

Bright-eyed Athena, that schemer, made him appear bigger and sturdier than he normally was, and made his hair curl like the tendrils of a hyacinth so that Nausicaa, the beautiful daughter of the King of Phaeacia, was very much taken with him. She trundled him home to her palace,  in her wagon. Points, Athena.

There, Odysseus was feted like an honored guest.

Let’s just say: the Kardashians have nothing on the King of Phaeacia. A few of the deets:

  • Threshold made of bronze
  • The walls “were bronze all over, from the entrance/back to the bedrooms.”

And the real clincher:

Boys made of gold were set on pedestals,
and they held burning torches in their hands,
lighting the hall at night for those at dinner.
The King had fifty slave girls in his house;
some ground the yellow grain upon the millstone,
others wove cloth and sat there spinning yarn,
with fingers quick as rustling poplar leaves,
and oil was dripping from the woven fabric.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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