Cyclops
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- ‘Cyclops, try some wine.Here’s liquor to wash down your scraps of men.Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carriedunder our planks. I meant it for an offeringif you would help us home. But you are mad,unbearable, a bloody monster! After this,will any other traveler come to see you?’
- My moment was at hand, and I went forwardholding an ivy bowl of my dark drink,looking up, saying:
- ‘Give me another, thank you kindly. Tell me,how are you called? I’ll make a gift that will please you.
- He seized and drained the bowl, and it went downso fiery and smooth he called for more:
- ‘Cyclops,You ask my honorable name? Rememberthe gift you promised me, and I shall tell you.My name is Nohbdy: mother, father, and friends,everyone calls me Nohbdy.’
- Three bowls I brought him, and he poured them down.I saw the fuddle and flush come over him,then I sang out in cordial tones:
- ‘Nohbdy’s my meat, then, after I eat his friends.Others come first. There’s a noble gift, now.’
- And he said:
- Even as he spoke, he reeled and tumbled backward,his great head lolling to one side; and sleeptook him like any creature. Drunk, hiccuping,he dribbled streams of liquor and bits of men.
- The Cyclops bellowed and the rock roared round him,and we fell back in fear. Clawing his facehe tugged the bloody spike out of his eye,threw it away, and his wild hands went groping;then he set up a howl for Cyclopeswho lived in caves on windy peaks nearby.Some heard him; and they came by divers8 waysto clump around outside.
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