After his transformations into an old beggar started his walk through the jungle. The jungle was familiar to him because when he was young he used to play with his mothers maids and he picked up wild strawberries. After the long walk trough the forest Emmaus the swineherd felt pity on Odysseus’s old figure and gave him shelter in his cottage. The cottage was very dark, because it didn’t have any windows. The two men started a conversation in the dark room. In the conversation, Odysseus started to talk about himself and gave identity as a cretin prince he told him that he fought the Trojan War standing beside Odysseus and he also said as they were coming back everything went wrong. The whole fleet of Odysseus was destroyed and he somehow survived but slavery was next he was a slave at Egypt, Phoenicia after a very long time he was set free but didn’t go to Crete in shame so he decided to stay somewhere else until he died. After this story was over Odysseus said, “if only I could reward your hospitality with good news of your beloved master, my old friend Odysseus,” he said as he ended his tale “But I’ve heard nothing since we parted on the shores of Troy”. “It doesn’t matter, old friend,” replied Emmaeus as tears were dripping from his eyes. “I fear Odysseus died along time ago also I pray for his return”. “But it does me good to talk of him and entertain his friend”. After they did their conversation does have already fallen they heard swine being hearted in the pens for the night soon after that soon four herdsmen came back and ate the rest of the supper. As they ate, Emmaeus went out to make sacrifice for the guest to Zeus. Both man stayed up late and exchanged stories but when Emmaeus talked about the suiters anger grew in Odysseus heart, but Odysseus stayed calm to hide his feelings he went to a darker part of the room and sat there outside they heard the strong wind from the west as the cold grew Odysseus began to shiver. “Before we sleep” he said and the men at the room got up “there’s one more story I would like to share. It concern your noble king Odysseus and illustrated that he quick-witted cunning which convinces me he is still alive.
Unless the gods have destroyed him he will still return for no mortal could outwit him. “We are all tired, so I will be brief. One night we crept across the dusty plains of troy and hid into the reeds outside the city walls, ready to ambush the Trojan troops when they came out the following day. Odysseus, Menelaus and my self let a party of one hundred men. We made ourselves as comfortable as we could, in our heavy armor on the marshy ground, but the night was cold, the wind blew and the snow began to fall. I realized to my horror that I forgotten my cloak; dressed only in armor not my scanty tunic, I wouldn’t survive the night. I turned to Odysseus who law beside me to tell him of my plight. My lips were already blue with cold. Without a moment of hesitation he spoke to our men “ dear friends we’ve managed to get here without being seen. Now someone must slip back to the camp to the to tell Agamemnon so that he is ready to draw the Trojans as soon as morning comes. Even before he’d finish talking this is the best runner among us leapt up and volunteered. He pulled his purple cloak and let it fall to the ground as he ran off through the snow. Now I had a thick woolen cloak to keep me warm and so I survived the night.” Eumaeus chuckled softly. “Dear friend, your tale was well told and the point hasn’t escaped me. Here, take my spare cloak. It’ll keep you warm enough if you lie down on the goatskins by the fire. My men will stay here with you. I prefer to sleep outside in the old barn by the sties, in case there are any unwelcome visitors in the night.” Eumaeus wrapped himself up well and as Odysseus watched him go he felt very happy that Eumaeus has so much respect and love for his lord.