The suspicious and curious sailors open the bag, thinking it contains treasure, and the evil winds roar up into hurricanes to threaten the luckless Odysseus again.
A party of twenty-three men, led by Eurylochus, goes off to explore the island.
In the wild wood they found an open glade, around a smooth stone house-the hall of Circe-and wolves and mountain lions lay there, mild in her soft spell, fed on her drug of evil.
On thrones she seated them, and lounging chairs, while she prepared a meal of cheese and barley and amber honey mixed with Pramnian wine, adding her own vile pinch, to make them lose desire or thought of our dear fatherland.
Scarce had they drunk when she flew after them with her long stick and shut them in a pigsty-bodies, voices, heads, and bristles, all swinish now, though minds were still unchanged.
Down to the ship Eurylochus came running to cry alarm, foul magic doomed his men!