“We lit a fire, burnt an offering,and took some cheese to eat; then sat in silencearound the embers, waiting. When he camehe had a load of dry boughs on his shoulderto stoke his fire at suppertime. He dumped it with a great crash into that hollow cave,and we all scattered fast to the far wall.
‘My ship?Poseidon Lord, who sets the earth atremble,broke it up on the rocks at your land’s end.A wind from seaward served him, drove us there.We are survivors, these good men and I.’
‘If I could take your life I would and take your time away, and hurl you down to hell! The god of earthquake could not heal you there!’
‘Cyclops, try some wine.Here’s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks. I meant it for an offering if you would help us home. But you are mad, unbearable, a bloody monster! After this, will any other traveler come to see you?’
‘Ah well, if nobody has played you foul there in your lonely bed, we are no use in pain given by great Zeus. Let it be your father, Poseidon Lord, to whom you pray.’
I tied them silently together, twining cords of willow from the ogre’s bed; then slung a man under each middle one to ride there safely, shielded left and right. So three sheep could convey each man.
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