The Land of the Dead

As I approached the dead of the underworld, I remembered what Circe had told me about what I must do in order to get the blind prophet to speak to me. The dead were all around me, still sharing their blood soaked bodies with the world. I promised Teiresias my black lamb. I slit my lamb, allowing the blood to poor, making a nice pit of blood. Soon, I noticed one of the dead come forward, holding a golden staff, and he said, 'Son of Laertes and the gods of old, Odysseus, master of landways and seaways, why leave the blazing sun, O man of woe, to see the cold dead and the joyless region? Stand clear, put up your sword; let me but taste of blood, I shall speak true.' (pg. 914) I did as the wiseman asked. He drank the blood, then shared with me my fate. He told me of what I can expect to encounter.