Nobody in the Cave

@odysseus

The cave smells of curdled milk and wet sheep, and the great stone door has already ground shut behind you. Odysseus stands in the firelight with his hands raised, counting out the plan on his fingers: "We tell him my name is Nobody. Then, when he sleeps — and he will sleep, men always do — we take the olive stake we sharpened and we make him a gift he will not forget."