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WILL GIVE BRAINLIEST
Read the following passage from The Odyssey and answer the question that follows.

When the young Dawn with fingertips of rose lit up the world, the Cyclops built a fire and milked his handsome ewes, all in due order, putting the sucklings to the mothers. Then, his chores being all dispatched, he caught another brace of men to make his breakfast, and whisked away his great door slab to let his sheep go through —but he, behind, reset the stone as one would cap a quiver. There was a din of whistling as the Cyclops rounded his flock to higher ground, then stillness. And now I pondered how to hurt him worst, if but Athena granted what I prayed for. Here was the plan that struck my mind as best … the Cyclops’ great club: there it lay by the pens, olivewood, full of sap. He’d lopped it off to brandish once it dried. Looking it over, we judged it big enough to be the mast of a pitch-black ship with her twenty oars, a freighter broad in the beam that plows through miles of sea —so long, so thick it bulked before our eyes. Well, flanking it now, I chopped off a fathom’s length, pushed it to comrades, told them to plane it down, and I turned it over the blazing fire to char it good and hard, then hid it well, buried deep under the dung that littered the cavern’s floor in thick wet clumps. And now I ordered my shipmates all to cast lots —who’d brave it out with me to hoist our stake and grind it into his eye when sleep had overcome him? Luck of the draw: I got the very ones I would have picked myself, four good men, and I in the lead made five …

Which line from the passage show characteristics of a hero in an epic?

I turned it over the blazing fire to char it good and hard, then hid it well, buried deep under the dung
Who’d brave it out with me to hoist our stake and grind it into his eye when sleep had overcome him?
Looking it over, we judged it big enough to be the mast of a pitch-black ship with her twenty oars
Then, his chores being all dispatched, he caught another brace of men to make his breakfast, and whisked away his great door slab to let his sheep go through