Next on are seeming never ending voyage back to Ithaca we travelled
to Aiolia, a small Island with only 13 inhabitants Aiolos Hipptades and his 6
lusty sons and 6 daughters and stayed there for one day. Aiolos Hippotades, the warden of winds, gave me a
bag of all the winds, except for the West Wind which would guide me home to my
beloved Ithaca. I decided not to tell my men the contents of the bag as I feared
a mutiny. For nine days they guarded it and they had perfect sail until I let the
guard off and my men opened the bag, unleashing a storm that blew us all the
way back to Aiolia. When I again asked Aiolos for help, Aiolos turned the men and I
away because we were cursed by the gods. I feared that he may have been
right.
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