And goaded by Ulysses’ clamors loud,
He spoke, and named me as the sacrifice.
All gave assent; and while each feared a doom
Which might befall himself, they calmly bore
When on my wretched head they saw it light.
And now the day of horror was at hand.
All things were ready for the sacrifice;
The salted meal was sprinkled on my head,
And round my brows the fatal fillets twined.
Then, I confess it, did I break my bonds.