What was the best way out? How could I find escape from death for my crew, myself as well?
I saw the flock again.
I saw the sturdy, handsome beasts sporting dark weight of wool. I lashed them abreast, quietly to not wake the giant, twisting the willow-twigs the Cyclops slept on. I took them three by three; each ram in the middle bore one man while the other two rams acted as a shield. After assuring all of my men were set, I took three rams of my own. We waited, desperately, for Dawn's first light...
Once the giant woke up, he stumbled around, trying to feel his way around. He barely found the flock and the door. Stroking the ram (last I was under) gently, the powerful Polyphemus murmured, "Dear old ram, why last of the flock to quit the cave? You used to never lag behind the rest. Oh if only you thought like me, had words like me to tell me where that scoundrel is cringing from my rage! I'd smash him against the ground, I'd spill his brains across my cave!"
And with that threat, as I almost pissed my pants from fright, he let my ram go free outside.
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