I told the crew to stand by and keep watch over the ship: as for myself I took my twelve best fighters and went ahead.
I drew it from the coals and my four fellows gave me a hand, lugging it near the Cyclops as more than natural force nerved them; straight forward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it deep in his crater eye
‘Godsake, Captain! Why bait the beast again? Let him alone!’
Come back, Odysseus, and I’ll treat you well, praying the god of earthquake to befriend you— his son I am, for he by his avowal fathered me, and, if he will, he may heal me of this black wound—he and no other of all the happy gods or mortal men.’
‘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!’