And with that threat he let my ram go free outside.
But soon we’d got one foot past the cave and courtyard, first I loosed myself from the ram, then loosed my men, then quickly, glancing back again and again we drove our flock, good plump beasts with their long shanks, straight to the ship.
And a welcome sight we were to loyal comrades- we who’d escaped our deaths - but for all the rest they broke down and wailed.
I cut it short, I stopped each shipmates’ cries, my head tossing, brows frowning, silent signals to hurry, tumble our fleecy herd on board, launch out on the open sea.
They swung aboard, they sat to the oars in ranks and in rhythm churned the water white white stroke on stroke. But once offshore as far as a man’s shout can carry, I called back to the Cyclops, stinging taunts;
‘So Cyclops, no weak coward it was whose crew you bent to devour there in your vaulted cave- you with your brute force! Your filthy crimes came down on your own head, you shameless cannibal, daring to eat your guests in your own house- so Zeus and the other gods have paid you back!’
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