We cried aloud, lifting our hands to Zeus, 285 powerless, looking on at this, appalled; but Cyclops went on filling up his belly with manflesh and great gulps of whey, then lay down like a mast among his sheep.
I had touched the spot when sudden fear stayed me: if I killed him we perished there as well, for we could never 295 move his ponderous doorway slab aside.
I had touched the spot when sudden fear stayed me: if I killed him we perished there as well, for we could never 295 move his ponderous doorway slab aside.
But all the same I spoke up in reply:
„We are from Troy, Achaeans, blown off course 250 by shifting gales on the Great South Sea; homeward bound, but taking routes and ways uncommon; so the will of Zeus would have it.