... at the oars, made the grey sea whiten with their rowing as they searched for you, lord. And as we were rounding Cape Malea, an east wind blew down on the ship and cast us to land near this crag of Aetna , where Neptune's one-eyed sons, the man-slaying Cyclopes, dwell in their remote caves. One of these caught us and keeps us as slaves in his house: the master we serve is called Polyphemus. And inst...