"Two dozen four-wheeled wagaons , with heaving teams , could not have stirred the tonnage of that rock from where he wedged it over the doorsill." After closing of the entrance , he sat down and started milking his ewes. He prepared this milk for his supper. In the midst of him tending to the fire , he managed to see us in the glare.
"Strangers , who are you? And where from ," he bellowed. We felt our hearts drop in far as he questioned us.
I spoke up in reply ,"We are from Troy , Archaeans , blown off course by shifting gales on the Great South Sea ; homeward bound , but taking routes and ways uncommon ; so the will of Zeus will have it ."
I continue telling him about where we are from , in hopes that he might let us go.
He tells us that he does not wish to listen to our gods , and asks , " Tell me , where was it , now , you left your ship - around the point , or down the shore , I wonder?"
I lie to him by telling him our ship got destoyed by hitting the rocks on the shore.
--Odyyseus
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