It was not that King Nus and his subordinates were cowards, but that they, as observers, could now feel the horror of the time in all their aspects, and the consequences of the annihilation of the army if they were not careful, and if they had gone up on their own, they would have ignored the horrors.

"The Cook giant, dying and dying, frightened us into cowering, ducked back, pulled the piece of wood out of his eye, brought out the splattered blood, and frantically opened his hands, threw it away from him, and cried out for help from his fellow Cooks, who lived next to him, on a windy ridge, in his own cave. Hearing his cries, they rushed from all sides, stood around the cave, and asked him what trouble he was in, "What has happened, why is it that you have disturbed our sleep in this quiet and beautiful night?

Hearing this, the sturdy Cook Giant replied in the cave: "'Nobody,' my friends, try to kill me, by force or by deception." ’

Listening to the words of the Cook giant, the other Cook men replied, and flew into the ears of the giant in the cave with winged words: "If no one deceives you into being lonely and acts violently against you, then you must be sick, and this is a gift from the Almighty One on high, and it is inevitable that you should pray to your father and ask for the help of the Angel of the King of the Split." ’”

"The Cooks who had come to the rescue said nothing and departed, and I laughed to myself, glad that my name and my well-conceived plan had deceived them into misunderstanding and departed, while at the same time the Cook Giants groaned loudly, and out of heart-wrenching pain, reached out to touch, and took hold of the stones, and removed the portal, and sat down in the midst of the exit, and spread out his hands, ready to seize any man who tried to escape from the cave with the sheep, thinking that I would be so foolish to do so, that I was scheming, striving for the best possible outcome, and intending to devise some way to make me and my companions escape death, and to use every inch of my ingenuity, every bit of my wisdomAt this critical juncture of life and death, a great catastrophe is unfolding in front of us.

"I pondered it and thought it was a wonderful move: there were some rams in the cave, male sheep, well raised, and majestic, with a thick layer of curly hair, and shiny black. I quietly gathered the rams together and tied them with gentle willow branches, taken from the place where the monster-like Cook Giant, the lawless fellow, usually slept, and tied them together in groups of three, so that the middle ram would have one companion in his arms, and the other two rams would stand on each side to protect the safety of the hider. One of the three rams was sent, and I myself chose the other ram, the best of the flock, and caught it by its back, shrunk into the layer of fur under its belly, and lay down quietly, with a stoic will, grasping the shiny roll of wool with both hands, and holding it tightly. In this way, we endured our grief and waited for the gentle footsteps of the dawn envoy.

"When the young dawn reappeared in the sky, with its rosy fingers, the rams hurried out of their holes and into the pastures, while the ewes waited to be squeezed, hanging their bulging milk bags, as if on the verge of breaking, and bleating in the sheepfold, while their masters were tormented with great pain, touching the back of each goat, and pausing for a moment while the flock was in front of him, but not thinking that this foolish fellow, my companions, had fled one by one, clinging to the belly of the thick furry ram. In the flock, the great ram was last to the mouth of the cave, slower than the weight of the curls, my weight and my head full of wisdom, and the strong Cook Giant stroked the ram and said, "Today, beloved ram, why are you last to the mouth of the cave?" Thou hast never followed the flock, but thou hast stridden far ahead, grazing the green grass, rushing to the swift river, the first to rush back to the barn in a hurry, when night falls, and now thou art last, perhaps, you are grieving for your master, for his eyes? May you think, as I do, and speak, and tell me where that fellow is hiding, hiding from my wrath, and I will at once smash him to pieces, and on the surface of the earth, and let his brains splatter and smear every part of the cave, so as to ease my anguish and alleviate the calamity which no one has brought me. ’

"Then the giant of the cook said, let go of the ram, and let it go, and when we had escaped a little distance, not far from the courtyard and the cave, I myself got out of the belly of the sheep, and then loosened the shackles, and let my companions come down, and looked back frequently, and quickly drove the long-legged flock, and hung down the fat to our boat. Seeing that we had escaped death and returned safely, my dear companions were elated, but they immediately turned their joy into sorrow, and mourned for their dead companions, but I did not let them speak, and wrinkled their brows made everyone stop crying, and ordered them to hurry up and load the fat sheep with curled hair, and sail to the salty ocean; When we were far from the shore, as far as the shouting and reaching the rim, I shouted at the Cook Giant: "You want to eat his companion alive, Cook, in the deep cavern, by your brute and brutishness, this man is not a coward and a weak man in the deep cavern!

At the sound of my cry, the Cook Giant's heart burst into even greater rage, and he pulled down a pinnacle on the mountain, and threw it with a wave of his hand, and landed in front of the aconitum sea-boat, almost grazing the edge of the rudder, and only a little bit, when the falling rocks stirred up waves of water, and the torrent swept the boat, and forced us from the surface of the sea to the shore, and almost to the shore, and at that time I grabbed a long pole, and pushed the boat ashore, and encouraged my companions, and stirred my head, and told them to fight with all their strength, and rowed forward with all their might, and the men leaned down and rowed forward, and yet, when we had run twice as far as the previous one, I was going to shout and scold Cook, in spite of the dissuasion of my friendsOne after the other, in gentle words: "O rough man, why is he trying to provoke the wrath of the savage once again, and the rock he has just thrown down into the sea, and has sent our wooden boat back to shore, and has reminded us of the great calamity of certain death, when if he hears a cry, even if it is just a word, he will smash our heads, and smash the planks of our ships, and use a great and ferocious stone, and his throw will be so strong!'

"But they could not move my rough heart, and I cried out with a loud voice, filled with anger: "If any mortal asks you who this man is, Cook, and make you so embarrassed, tell him that it is I, the slasher of the castle, and the son of Lamech, who lives in the Near East, who will blind you!"

At my words, the Cook man lamented and said, "Oh my God! The prophecy of the past is fulfilled today! There was once a fortune seeker here, a good man, tall and strong, who was able to live well among the Cook people until his old age. This man told me that everything that happened today would be fulfilled one day, and that I would lose my eyes and be able to move my own hand. But I was always on guard against some handsome man, who came to the world, but at last a little little dwarf, a feeble and feeble dwarf, who first drunk me with wine, and then stabbed me in the eye, and came, and let me give you a courtesy, and urge the glorious angel of the Broken Land, to send you to your homeland, for I claim to be his son, and he claims to be my father. He can heal my eyes with his own hands, as long as he wills, and no other happy angel, or any mortal, can. ’

"When the Cook man spoke, I opened my mouth and said, "I wish I could take your soul, and as a result, send you to the dwellings of hell, as surely as knowing that even the Angels of the Broken Earth will not cure you of your blindness!"

When I had finished speaking, he prayed, and raised his hand to the angel of the king, the angel of the broken earth, and pointed to the starry sky: "Listen to me, the angel of the earth, the angel of the black hair, if I am indeed your son, and you confess to be my father, then promise that you will never let yourself, the slayer of the castle, the son of Lamech, who lives in the Near East, return to your homeland!" But if he is destined to have relatives and friends in his life, and to return to build a strong house, his kingdom must also let him return with a long time, be embarrassed, lose all his companions, take a ride on someone else's ship, and come home in misery!'

He prayed so that the black-haired Angel of the Broken Earth heard his voice, and while the Cook man lifted the boulder, much larger than the first, turned, and threw his hand with an incalculable force, and the boulder fell behind the aconitum and almost brushed the edge of the rudder oars, and was only a little behind, and the waves of the water splashed behind, and the torrent rushed against the wooden boat, and pushed us to the beach, and so we returned to the island, where the rest of the sturdy decks of the ships were gathered together, and our companions sat around the ship. Sad, and longing for our return, we waited for a long time, and when we had reached the shore, we stood on the sands of the ship, and reached the shore where the waves were beating, and by the sea, drove out the fat sheep of Cook, and distributed the spoils from the deep sea-boats, and did everything I could to give everyone their fair share, and when the sheep were divided, the sturdy companions set aside the ram for me, and I sacrificed it to the mighty one who had gathered the clouds on the king, and burned the flesh of the legs on the sand, but the mighty one who was high seemed unmoved, and continued to plot how to destroy all our well-decked ships, and my trusted companions。

So we sat and ate and drank until the sun went down, and we had a whole day, chewing on the inexhaustible mutton and drinking the sweet wine, and when the sun went down and the sacred night covered the earth, we lay down and rested all night on the shore of the long waves.

"The next morning, when the young dawn, with its rosy fingers, reappeared in the sky, I urged my companions to come aboard and untie the cable at the stern, and they quickly boarded the boat, sat down in the oars, and swung the oars in orderly order, and struck the gray-blue sea;

"Soon we came to a strange island, a place where Oros dwelt and was loved by the Almighty One on high, a floating island, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of bronze and supported by a precipitous cliff, and he had twelve children, living in the palace, six daughters, six sons in the prime of life, whom he married to his sons as their wives' beds, and feasted day after day beside their beloved father and noble mother, and the delicious food was piled up in front of them, and during the day the palace was filled with the smell of cooking, and the sound wafted back to the space of the courtyard, and at nightThey lay down beside their gentle wives, covered with woven carpets, and bedded with ropes, and we came to the island city, and entered into the fine houses, where Olos welcomed us with great hospitality, and for a whole month asked many questions about the eastern city of Sinai, the ships that had taken part in the war, and the return of our people, and I answered his questions in detail, and told us the whole course of the war. Later, when I asked him if he could continue the return flight and asked him to facilitate it, he said yes and offered to help. He gave me a bag, made of cowhides, taken from a strong ox of nine years old, whose body, filled with a howling wind, ran in all directions, and the mighty one on high put him in charge of the wind, and whether it blew or stopped at his will, and he put the bag on the deep sea, and tied it with a silver rope, so that it would not escape, even a little, but he spared the angel of the north wind, and made him help me to return, and to push the ship and its people, but it was not destined to end in this way, and our folly brought us to destruction.

"On the tenth day, we saw the wheel of our hometown, so close to the city, that we could see the people adding firewood, and then a sweet sleep crept up on my brow: I was exhausted, and I was always in charge of the ropes of the sails, and I did not want to entrust the matter to my companions, so that they might return to their homeland as soon as possible, but they took this opportunity to begin to discuss, that I had hidden gold and silver, which I was going to carry to my house, and that I had received a gift from the reckless Oros.

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