another like it.
Keep it in your hand, and smell of it frequently after you enter the
palace, and while you are talking with the enchantress. Especially when
she offers you food, or a draught of wine out of her goblet, be careful to
fill your nostrils with the flower's fragrance. Follow these directions,
and you may defy her magic arts to change you into a fox."

Quicksilver then gave him some further advice how to behave, and, bidding
him be bold and prudent, again assured him that, powerful as Circe was, he
would have a fair prospect of coming safely out of her enchanted palace.
After listening attentively, Ulysses thanked his good friend, and resumed
his way. But he had taken only a few steps, when, recollecting some other
questions which he wished to ask, he turned round again, and beheld nobody
on the spot where Quicksilver had stood; for that winged cap of his, and
those winged shoes with the help of the winged staff, had carried him
quickly out of sight.

When Ulysses reached the lawn in front of the palace, the lions and other
savage animals came bounding to meet him, and would have fawned upon him
and licked his feet. But the wise king struck at them with his long spear,
and sternly bade them begone out of his path; for he knew that they had
once been bloodthirsty men, and would now tear him limb from limb, instead
of fawning upon him, could they do the mischief that was in their hearts.
The wild beasts yelped and glared at him, and stood at a distance while he
ascended the palace steps.

On entering the hall, Ulysses saw the magic fountain in the centre of it.
The up-gushing water had now again taken the shape of a man in a long,
white, fleecy robe, who appeared to be making gestures of welcome. The
king likewise heard the noise of the shuttle in the loom, and the sweet
melody of the beautiful woman's song, and then the pleasant voices of
herself and the four maidens talking together, with peals of merry
laughter intermixed. But Ulysses did not waste much time in listening to
the laughter or the song. He leaned his spear against one of the pillars
of the hall, and then, after loosening his sword in the scabbard, stepped
boldly forward, and threw the folding-doors wide open. The moment she
beheld his stately figure standing in the doorway, the beautiful woman
rose from the loom, and ran to meet him with a glad smile throwing its
sunshine over her face, and both her hands extended.

"Welcome, brave stranger!