Circe put a ram and a black ewe aboard by a path no man saw — who can see a god move against his will? I told the crew they thought they were bound for home, but Circe had marked another road: to the house of Hades, to hear from Tiresias. Their hearts broke; they tore their hair and wept. But nothing came of their grief.
They went aboard grieving, and Circe sent a favoring wind from behind the dark-prowed ship. We set the gear in order and sat, while wind and helmsman held her true.