Odysseus
Telemakhos and I hid all the weapons so the suitors couldn’t get them when we attack. If they miss them, I’ve told my son to tell them that he wanted to move them out of the smoke because they have blackened over the years. An unfaithful maid named Melantho bothered me for the second time today. I plan to kill all the impertinent, disloyal servants when I have my revenge on the suitors. I talked to Penelope and tried to reassure that Odysseus was on his way. She is losing hope fast, though, and she even plans to have a contest to see who she will marry! Not that I am worried, the suitors won’t even be able to lift their bows before I kill them all. I feel somewhat guilty, deep down, for making my wife endure this pain any longer. But what if she is unfaithful? I certainly cannot take the risk of telling her. Is Penelope too clever and kind to ever fall into the trap of disloyalty? I do not know, nor do I want to know the answer if it as I sometimes greatly fear. My stories still brought Penelope great joy and I am now an honored guest in her house. She offered to have me anointed but I said only the oldest, wisest servant could, as they would know all I had been through. Penelope immediately called Euryklea and she saw my true self at once. I tactfully told her that many people thought Odysseus and I were quite alike and avoided having the truth revealed. However, when Euryklea was washing my feet, I realized she would see the scar on my leg and recognize me at once. She did and when she realized I was home at last, she didn’t know what to say. I threatened her, making it clear that if she let slip my true identity, she would die after the suitors, but she promised to keep mum. It was strange that after seeing her for the first time after all these years, our meeting began with hostility. Shortly after, Penelope came to me asking me to interpret a dream she had. There were geese eating feed outside her house and then an eagle swooped down to slaughter them all. Penelope was rather sad that the geese were dead but then the eagle came down and turned into Odysseus. She didn’t believe that this dream actually meant anything; if only she knew how much it actually does mean.
Telemakhos and I hid all the weapons so the suitors couldn’t get them when we attack. If they miss them, I’ve told my son to tell them that he wanted to move them out of the smoke because they have blackened over the years. An unfaithful maid named Melantho bothered me for the second time today. I plan to kill all the impertinent, disloyal servants when I have my revenge on the suitors. I talked to Penelope and tried to reassure that Odysseus was on his way. She is losing hope fast, though, and she even plans to have a contest to see who she will marry! Not that I am worried, the suitors won’t even be able to lift their bows before I kill them all. I feel somewhat guilty, deep down, for making my wife endure this pain any longer. But what if she is unfaithful? I certainly cannot take the risk of telling her. Is Penelope too clever and kind to ever fall into the trap of disloyalty? I do not know, nor do I want to know the answer if it as I sometimes greatly fear. My stories still brought Penelope great joy and I am now an honored guest in her house. She offered to have me anointed but I said only the oldest, wisest servant could, as they would know all I had been through. Penelope immediately called Euryklea and she saw my true self at once. I tactfully told her that many people thought Odysseus and I were quite alike and avoided having the truth revealed. However, when Euryklea was washing my feet, I realized she would see the scar on my leg and recognize me at once. She did and when she realized I was home at last, she didn’t know what to say. I threatened her, making it clear that if she let slip my true identity, she would die after the suitors, but she promised to keep mum. It was strange that after seeing her for the first time after all these years, our meeting began with hostility. Shortly after, Penelope came to me asking me to interpret a dream she had. There were geese eating feed outside her house and then an eagle swooped down to slaughter them all. Penelope was rather sad that the geese were dead but then the eagle came down and turned into Odysseus. She didn’t believe that this dream actually meant anything; if only she knew how much it actually does mean.
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