At last he came. The shade of the famous Theban prophet,|
holding a golden scepter, knew me at once and hailed me:
'Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, master of exploits,
man of pain, what now, what brings you here,
forsaking the light of day
to see this joyless kingdom of the dead?
Stand back from the trench—put up your sharp sword
so I can drink the blood and tell you all the truth.'
— Homer, The Odyssey, "The Kingdom of the Dead," lines 100-107 (Robert Fagles, trans.)