Latin: Sagae Thessalae Flashcards
When, as a young man, I had set out from Miletus for the Olympic Games, since I also wanted to visit these areas of the famous province, I travelled through the whole of Thessaly and reached Larissa. And while I was wandering through the city searching for remedies for my poverty as my travelling allowance had dwindled, I caught sight of an old man in the middle of the forum.
He was standing on a stone and proclaiming in a loud voice that if anyone wanted to guard a dead man, he would recieve a great reward. And I said to someone passing by, ‘What’s this I hear? Are the dead here accustomed to running away?”
“Be quiet!” he replied. “For you are a boy and a mere stranger, and naturally you don’t know that you are in Thessaly, where witches always bite piece out of the faces of the dead, which they are extra ingredients for their magic art.”
In reply I said, “What sort of protection is needed?”
“To begin with,” he replied, “you must stay fully awake for the whole night with open and sleepless eyes always looking at the corpse, and you must not turn away your glance anywhere, since those terrible witches may creep up secretly, with their shape turned into any animal. For they take the form of birds and dogs and mice, and indeed even flies.”
Once I knew these things, I made my soul bold and at once going up to the old man I said, “Stop shouting now. A guard is ready and present.”
Scarcely had I finished when he at once led me to a certain house where he pointed out a weeping woman dressed in dark clothes.
She got up and led me into a bedroom. There she uncovered with her hand a body wrapped in white sheets. When she had anxiously shown his individual features, she went out.
Left alone in this way for the comforting of the corpse, my eyes rubbed and ready for guard duty, while I was soothing my spirit with songs, I stayed awake until the middle of the night.
But then my fear increased when a weasel, suddenly creeping in, stopped opposite me and fixed its eyes on me. Such great self confidence in such a small animal disturbed my mind. At last, I spoke to it in this way, “Go away, you wicked beast, before you quickly feel my strength! Go away!”
At last, awoken by first light and terrified by a great fear, I ran over to the corpse and with the light held near and his face uncovered, I took a careful look at everything: nothing way missing. Look, his poor wife burst in weeping: after inspecting the corpse, she handed over the reward without any delay.
“For the sake of your honor,” he said, “for the sake of public duty, citizens, help a murdered citizen and severely punished the vilest crime of that evil and wicked woman. For this woman and no other had poisoned a wretched young man, my sister’s son, to please her lover and to steal the inheritance.”
She, pouring forth tears as piously as she could and calling all the gods to witness, denied such a great crime. Therefore that old man said: ‘Let us put the judgement of the truth to divine providence.
Zatchlas is here, a very well known Egyptian prophet, who has promised me that, in return for a large reward, he will bring the spirit of that corpse back from the dead for a short time and will bring the body back to life.”
I pushed myself into the crowd, and standing on a stone behind the beir itself, I began to watch everything with curious eyes. Now the chest of the corpse was being raised with a swelling, now the body was being filled with a spirit. The corpse both got up and spoke out:
“Why, I beg, do you recall me, after the cups from Lethe, swimming in the Stygian pools, to the duties of a short lived life? Stop now, I pray, stop and allow me my peace.”
This voice was heard from the body, but the prophet somewhat more forcefully said, “Why not tell the people everything about your death?”
He replied from the beir and with a deep groan spoke thus to the people: