Odysseus divides his men in two groups. Eurylochus leads one platoon to explore the island; while Odysseus stays behind on the ship with the remaining crew.
In the wild wood they found an open glade, around a smooth stone house-the hall of Circe.
In the entrance way they stayed to listen there: inside her quiet house they heard the goddess Circe. Low she sang in her beguiling voice, while her loom she wove ambrosial fabric sheer and bright, by the craft known tot the goddess of heaven.
No one would speak, until Polites-most faithful and likable of the officers-decided to speak.
Dear friends, no need for stealth: here's a young weaver singing a pretty song to settle air a tingle on these lawns and pain courts. Goddess she is, or lady. Shall we greet her?
They all cried out together, and she came swiftly to the shining doors to call them in.
All but Eurylochus-who feared a snare-the innocents went after her.