Book 19

How does one do today? Sorry, its Odysseus and I'm just trying to spice things up a bit. I know that it is taking a while for me to kill the suitors, but it will happen sometime. However that day was not today. We took our first steps by moving the weapons into the inner hall for easy access. after we finished that, Telemakhos went beddy-bye, and I had an unfriendly encounter with Melntho. However, if it wasn't for our little feud, Penelope, who looked like a million sun shines upon Mt. Olympos, called me in to her chamber where I sat on a rather comfy bench. She asked me my origins, and I told her I couldn't because it would pain me to much. That was the truth, if I was Odysseus again. But eventually she forced it out of me through a guilt bomb. I told her the lie I had told everyone else about Krete. I said I had seen Odysseus, and he stayed with me for thirteen days, but then left. At this she started to weep profusely. Yes, I had to sit there, while my wife cried her eyes out for something I could grant her right there. It was torcher, but I did not show it. She then asked for proof, which I might have put too much detail into, but after hearing that she cried again. I had to do something. So, I told her the truth, as a third neutral party observer of course. I told though of how I landed in the Phaikian kingdom, and how I would be heading for Ithika soon to slay the suitors. Whe I say "I", I mean Odysseus. Instead of crying she replied in a pessimistic way. She said how lovely it would be if I returned, but how I could never do that. Thanks for the encouragement Penelope! Then she mentioned some dream. She got all excited, and had her maids bath me and oil me. However that sounds swell, I refused. For that might give away my identity. But I allowed Eurykleia to bath me. When I took off my clothes, and she washed my legs, she immediately recognized the scar I attained before the war by a boar. I completely forgot about that. Nothing ever good happens to me when I take my clothes off. I grab her throat and threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone that Odyseus was in Ithika. I'm still working on that whole violent obsession thing. Somehow, Penelope did not hear the shrills of joy Eurykleia let out. She promised not to tell, and after the bath Penelope asked me to join her in her bed. I was astonished. I thought that she was the loyal one. However, like me she was lonely for many years. When all this is over, that is going to be one awkward conversation. Any who, after she complained how lonely she was and how I would never return, she asked me to interpret a dream. The dream was me, as an eagle, swooping down and killing twenty suitor geese. Although she just thought of it as nonsense, I think that this dream reflects Penelope's deeper feelings about the situation. So she does believe in me. And on that dreamy note, we all went to sleep. Which shall soon includes me.