I have finally met a god face to face! We met Aiolos on his island. We feasted for a time, on the most delicious of food. We are going to stay here a month, and I believe both my crew and I need that rest. Of all the places I have been, this might be the most wonderful. Before we leave, he's going to give me a windbag, "A bulls mihide, sewn from neck to tail into a mighty bag, bottlingstorm winds; for Zeus had long ago made Aiolos warden of winds, to rouse or calm at will. (X, 21-24) This stirs my longing for home, but I've been gone a decade; I can wait another month.
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