'What hath so distressed thee, Polyphemus,' they cried, 'that thou criest thus aloud through the immortal night and makest us sleepless? Surely no mortal driveth off thy flocks against thy will; surely none slayeth thyself by force or craft?'
'No Man is slaying me by guile, nor at all by force,' answered Polyphemus, proud even in his pain.
'If no man is harming thee, it may be that Zeus has sent sickness upon thee,' answered the giants. 'Pray thou then to thy father Poseidon for aid. As for us, we will go back to our slumbers.'
Odysseus laughed to himself as he heard their retreating feet, for now he was sure that he would be able to save himself and his comrades.
When morning dawned, Polyphemus, still groaning with pain, groped his way to the door. Having found it he pushed the stone a little way to the side to allow his flocks to pass out of the cave. To make sure that his prisoners did not escape with the animals, he sat down by the entrance and touched the back of each ram as it passed. But Odysseus had tied his followers with osier twigs beneath the rams, and so, in spite of the care of the giant, all his prisoners escaped. Odysseus himself was the last to leave the cave, holding fast to the fleece of the largest ram.
No sooner had Odysseus rejoined his companions than he loosened the twigs with which he had bound them. Then together they ran to the shore, driving before them many of the giant's best sheep. These they took on board their ship, and then rowed out some way from land.
Polyphemus soon found that he had been outwitted, and he began to stumble down toward the sea.
When Odysseus saw him, he bade his men rest on their oars, while he spoke to the giant in a loud voice.
'Cyclops,' he cried, 'so thou wert not to eat the company of a weakling by main might in thy hollow cave. Thine evil deeds were very sure to find thee out, thou cruel man,
