Read the excerpt from The Odyssey.Few words I shouted in reply to him:‘If I could take your life I would and take your time away, and hurl you down to hell!The god of earthquake could not heal you there!'At this he stretched his hands out in his darkness toward the sky of stars, and prayed to Poseidon:‘O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thine indeed, and thou art father: grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home: Laertes' son, I mean, who kept his hail on Ithaca.