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- '...But since we’ve chanced on you, we’re at your knees
- in hopes of a warm welcome, even a guest-gift,
- the sort that hosts give strangers. That’s the custom.
- Respect the gods, my friend. We’re suppliants—at your mercy!
- Zeus of the Strangers guards all guests and suppliants:
- strangers are sacred —Zeus will avenge their rights!'
- ‘Stranger,’ he grumbled back from his brutal heart,
- ‘you must be a fool, stranger, or come from nowhere,
- telling me to fear the gods or avoid their wrath!
- We Cyclops never blink at Zeus and Zeus’s shield
- of storm and thunder, or any other blessed god —
- we’ve got more force by far.
- I’d never spare you in fear of Zeus’s hatred,
- you or your comrades here, unless I had the urge.
- But tell me, where did you moor your sturdy ship
- when you arrived? Up the coast or close in?
- I’d just like to know.’
- The Odyssey, Book 9, Translated by Robert Fagles.
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