Hello this is let's talk about myths baby and I am your host live here with another

episode of the Odyssey ugh the Odyssey I'm noticy. I'm not going to lie, I'm really actually enjoying pre-recording these, so this is coming

from the past, but man, is this fun to read and also fun to not worry about when I have to have it

recorded by. What a concept! Ugh, what a life! It's time to go back to Odysseus.

This is another book that jumps right back into where we last were. So a quick reminder,

Sircy has told Odysseus that they must travel to the underworld before they can head home.

This is Homer's Odyssey, translated by Samuel Butler, book 11.

Then, when we had got down to the sea shore, we drew our ship into the water and got her mast and sails into her. We also put the sheep on board and took our

places weeping and in great distress of mind.

Sircy, that great and cunning goddess, sent us a fair wind that blew dead aft and stayed steadily with us, keeping our sails all the time well filled. So we did whatever

wanted doing to the ship's gear and let her go as the wind and Helmsman headed her.

All day long her sails were full as she held her course over the sea, but when the sun went down and darkness was over all the earth, we got into the deep waters of the river Oceanus, where lie the land

and city of the Camarians, who live enshrouded in mist and darkness, which the rays of the sun never pierced neither at his rising, nor as he goes down again out of the heavens.

But the poor wretches live in one long melancholy night. When we got there

we beached the ship, took the sheep out of her, and went along by the waters of Oceanus, till we came to the place of which

Serse had told us. Here Paramedes and Eurylicus held the victims while I drew my sword and dug the trench a cubit each way.

I made a drink offering to all the dead, first with honey and milk, then with wine and thirdly with water.

And I sprinkled white barley meal over the whole, praying earnestly to the poor feckless

ghosts, and promising them that when I got back to I with a

sacrifice a barren heifer for them the best that I had and would load the pyre with

good things. I also particularly promised that Tyresius should have a black sheep to himself, the best in all my flocks.

When I had prayed sufficiently to the dead, I cut the throats of the two sheep and let the blood run into

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