Ares and Athena through the years - Ch. 15
Chapter Fifteen: The Odyssey, Final Part
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After turning Odysseus into an elderly and ugly beggar and letting him know, what his son was up to, Athena flew to Sparta to inform Telemakhos, that he had to return home.
Odysseus himself on the other hand wandered through the landscape, until he found the house of his swineherd. There he was attacked and nearly ripped apart by the guard dogs. Fortunately, the swineherd saw what was going on and drove the dogs away.
After inviting him into his home and giving him food and drink, they bonded over their misery and Odysseus was pleased to hear, that Eumaios (that was the swineherd's name) wished for nothing more than his true king's safe return.
The “beggar” told a fib, that he had once been a rich man from Crete, but then had been struck by fate and now had nothing, but the rags he was wearing. He also lied, that he had heard of hims- uh, the great Odysseus. Eumaios was obviously sceptical, like any sane man would have been.
Seeing, that he wouldn't convince the other, the disguised hero suggested a bet and the swineherd agreed.
Then the latter and his fellow servants slaughtered a pig, sacrificed to the gods and the local Nymphai and then shared the meat with him and among themselves.¹
Later Zeus apparently thought it would be funny to let it storm and rain all night long.
Since Odysseus had nothing but his rags, he tricked the swineherd into letting him borrow his cloak.
Then everyone lay down to sleep.
Alone Eumaios didn't stay inside the house and preferred to sleep with the pigs outside.
Odysseus noticed and his heart was warmed at this display of dutifulness and loyalty.
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Meanwhile, Telemakhos was having the time of his life in Sparta at the wealthy court of Menélaos and Helene, the godlike and glorious pair.
One night, he was visited by the goddess Athena in a dream.
“It's time to go back home”, she urged, “Even her family is pressuring your mother to remarry. Return home, before it's too late and she will be forced to take a new husband. You know what always happens, when a woman remarries. And another thing: her suitors are lurking along the channel between Ithaka and Samos, plotting to murder you. Sail another way home, at night and land at a more secret spot on Ithaka. Once there, spend the rest of the night at the hut of Eumaios, but send the ship and your companions to town.”
In the morning Telemakhos and his new friend, Nestor's son Peisistratos went to Menélaos and Helene and informed them, that they wished to depart. The king and queen quickly went to prepare splendid guest presents for the young men, beautiful items of both material and personal value; despite everything, neither Menélaos nor Helene had lost any of their generosity.
“Farewell”, Menélaos spoke, “And say hello to Nestor from me. He was like a father to me too², when we were at war with the Trojans.”
The two young men promised to do so.
Right in that moment, an eagle swooped down from the sky to kill a goose in the yard, startling several servants.
Peisistratos turned to Menélaos: “What does this mean? Is this omen directed to you or to us?”
Menélaos thought hard, but it was Helene, who answered: “Allow me. I know what it means, for the King of the Skies himself is my father. It's simple: the eagle that just slew the goose is Odysseus, coming home from his wanderings. The goose stands for the insolent suitors he will vanquish. Your father, Telemakhos, will soon be home or is already there and plotting his revenge.”
“Oh, may you be right!”, Telemakhos cried, “And I shall honour you like a goddess, if so!”
They said their goodbyes and left.
First the two princes returned to Pylos and Telemakhos dropped his new friend off.
“Say hi to Nestor and give him my apologies”, he spoke, “But I can't waste any time here and need to get home quickly.”
Peisistratos grinned: “Knowing my dad, he'll insist that you stay as his guest for a few days. He's really bull-headed, you know. Doesn't take 'no' for an answer. So you better sneak away, before he notices you.”
Telemakhos grinned back, said goodbye and quickly went back aboard.
The ship was about to leave the harbour of Pylos, ere Nestor could catch them and throw a hissy fit, because they hadn't even stopped long enough to say hi, when a stranger approached Telemakhos. He introduced himself as Theoklymenos a fugitive from Argos and gifted seer and begged the prince to take him along, as he was being pursued. Telemakhos pitied the man and consented.
On their way across the sea, the gods sent them good wind and they made quick progress.
When the sun went down, Odysseus' son bid the crew to make a detour to a more remote shore of Ithaka under the veil of darkness.
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Meanwhile Odysseus was sitting with Eumaios and the other men at dinner.
Still wanting to test his hospitality, he informed the swineherd that he wanted to go to town the next day to beg. Or he could go and offer his services to the suitors for just a bit of food.
Eumaios stared at him, aghast. “Are you suicidal? Those men are violent and impious and have servants of their own, young and well-dressed men with pretty faces. No, stay here, where no one is bothered by your presence. But Odysseus' son will soon come home, he will give you food and clothes. Then you can go wherever you like, just … stay away from those brutes.”
Odysseus relented, wishing that Zeus would like this serving man as much as he did.
“But tell me about Odysseus' family”, he requested, “How are they doing? Who of them is still alive and who has descended to the underworld?”
“Well …”
Laertes was still alive, but living in misery away from the palace and wasting away from grief for his late wife and missing son. The old queen had passed away from heartache.
“… As for our queen Penelope … well, we can't expect kindness from her, ever since those cursed men have invaded our home and brought nothing but bale. As much as we want to speak to her, she has enough grief as it is.”
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Later Odysseus and Eumaios were tending the fire, when the former noticed the dogs running around with wagging tails.
“Someone's coming, but the dogs aren't barking”, he pointed out to Eumaios. “That must be someone you know.”
He had just finished his sentence, when a young man about twenty, with chestnut hair and sharp mossy green eyes, entered the yard. Eumaios promptly dropped everything and went to welcome him, like a father would welcome his sorely missed son. There were lots of tears from the older and kind, soothing words and smiles from the other.
Odysseus' heart almost stopped, when he recognised his own son and he really wanted to be part of that, but had to contain himself.
Oh gods, how my baby boy has grown!
“How is the situation?”, Telemakhos inquired.
“Still awful.”
“Ah, nothing has changed then. Anyway, good to see you, my friend. And may I ask, who is this guest of yours?”
Eumaios related to him what he had heard.
The prince frowned. “Oh … oh dear. I will see, what I can do. Eumaios, I think you should keep him here for now. I will bring guest gifts to him and provisions, so he won't eat you poor. I would rather not allow him to go up to my hall, where the suitors are vying for my mother's hand. Their blasphemy and impertinence knows no bounds and it would break my heart to see them mistreat and disrespect this poor fellow.”
Odysseus took the opportunity and cleared his throat: “Excuse me, if you don't mind? I already heard about the behaviour of those men. That sounds really outrageous. Why do you just let them do as they please in your father's house? If I was your age or, say, the king himself, coming home from his wanderings, I would make them pay for their impudence in blood!”
Sadly, his son told him what the problem was.
Then he asked the swineherd to go up to the palace and tell Penelope, that her son was back home and would come to see her the next day. So Eumaios did.
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This was just the moment Athena had been waiting for.
She appeared to Odysseus (but not to Telemakhos) and waved at him. He understood and followed her outside. The dogs sensed her presence and all began to whimper and cower in fear.
“It's time”, Athena spoke, “for your son to know you, Odysseus. You need to begin to plot the demise of your enemies together with him. I will be near at all times, for I too thirst for battle.”
With that she stripped the illusion off of him and restored him to his younger, vigorous and noble-looking self.
“Go back”, she said, “Your son has been wanting for you long enough, don't you agree?”
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Telemakhos was thunderstruck, when the stranger returned from the outside as a strong, kingly looking man in his prime.
“Did you just … shapeshift?!”, he gasped, “Zeus have mercy on me! You're a god! Oh please, show us kindness and we will give you the best sacrifices we have to offer-”
“Whoa there! Settle down!”, the other man cried, “Don't compare me to the gods, it's as blasphemous as it is embarrassing. I'm your father! The man who has been kept away from you for twenty years! I'm home!”
And embraced him tearfully.
Telemakhos' head was spinning. “W-wait! This is too good to be true! I can't believe such a crass thing! How do I know, that I'm not being deceived by a Daimon? You can't be a mere mortal, you went outside as an elderly beggar and returned as a nobleman in his prime!”
“This was the will of Pallas Athena”, the older man explained, “She cast an illusion on me to make me unrecognisable and now she has stripped it away. It is easy for the gods to beautify or deface mortals at will.”
The younger man looked the other in the eyes. Often had he heard from others (especially his mother), that he had his father's eyes. And when he looked into the other's, they were the same as his own, only sharper, older and more melancholy.
Now Telemakhos burst into tears himself, hugged back and they both cried their hearts out.
Once they calmed down, Odysseus told his son about everything that had happened to him.
Then father and son began to make plans on how to proceed further.
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At the palace, Telemakhos' companions and crew arrived, at the same time as Eumaios.
They informed Penelope, that her son was home and would be joining her soon, which made the grieving queen feel significantly better.
The suitors were miffed at those news and collectively went out into the yard to plot.
Their leader Antinoos (who also was one of the biggest dicks) suggested, that since their ambush had failed, they should try again and kill him more discreetly, before he could tell anyone, that they had tried to kill him.
Right in that moment, a livid Penelope herself stepped outside.
“YOU!”, she shouted furiously at Antinoos, “You bale-smith! You insolent fool! People used to say, that you're one of the best in counsel and speech, but I have seen nothing but the opposite from you! Have you forgot, that the King of the Skies himself is witness to all supplicants? Need I remind you, how your own father came here as a fugitive? A former pirate, who had incurred the wrath of both the people of Ithaka and of our allies, the Thresprotians, for attacking them! They wanted to kill him and raid his property, but my dear Odysseus intervened. And you! All you ever do here is consume his own goods without compensation, woo his wife and now you want to murder his only son! Cease your murder plots this instant and tell the others to do the same!”
It was Eurymakhos, who intervened and assured the angered queen, that no one was seriously plotting a murder (which was a lie; the only one who wasn't plotting was Amphinomos).
Penelope gave everyone a death glare and returned to her chambers, where she cried herself to sleep.
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Next morning, Telemakhos decided, that he shouldn't let his mother wait any longer and prepared return to his palace.
Eurykleia, the old first maid saw him first and ran up to welcome him home. She was quickly followed by the rest of the household staff, until Penelope herself exited her chambers to see what was going on.
Tearfully she embraced her son and welcomed him home.
“My sweet light!”, she sobbed, “I feared I would never see you again. How could you just skulk out of my house without telling me?! Now you must tell me all about your journey!”
“Later”, Telemakhos promised, “First we need to properly invite the stranger I brought along from Pylos. And I really could use a bath. As for you, freshen yourself up and go to the house altar with the maids. Pray to the gods and promise them the best sacrifices we can give them, if Zeus will grant us retribution at last.”
Penelope did so.
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When the young man came out refreshed, Athena made him more handsome than he already was, so that everyone who saw him stopped to marvel at his stateliness.
Maybe I should add 'Goddess of beauty' to my domains, she thought drily. Aphrodite's face would be absolutely priceless!
The young prince ignored the empty wheedling of the suitors and sat with his father's old companions, who asked him about everything that had occurred to him.
Later he finally reported to his mother what he had learned on his trip.
At that opportunity, his guest Theoklymenos approached Penelope and proclaimed, that Odysseus was already home and would soon end the wrong-doings of the suitors. Penelope didn't believe him, but still promised him riches, if his word came true.
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In the meantime Odysseus (again disguised as a beggar) and Eumaios were going into town.
On the way they met the goatherd Melantheus, who immediately began to mock the two.
Eumaios scowled: “If Odysseus was here, he would shut your mouth!”
“Hah!”, Melantheus barked, “This will never happen! Your Odysseus is dead and will never return! And I hope that Telemakhos will soon be dead too!” The goatherd cackled and left.
Odysseus' blood was boiling, but he had to contain himself.
The two continued on their way.
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As they came near to the royal palace, someone noticed them: Argos, Odysseus' faithful dog.
Twenty years before, the king had tamed him to be his hunting dog, but hadn't got to take delight him him, as he had been torn away from home. A long time ago, Argos had been well cared for and a stately dog, but these days he lay in a corner, neglected and plagued by ticks and fleas.
As soon as he heard the voice of Odysseus, he weakly lifted his head and ears.
Recognising his master, Argos happily wagged his tail, but was too weak to approach.
Odysseus saw his faithful pet and wanted to cry.
But he blinked away his tears and instead asked Eumaios: “Why is that poor dog lying there beside the dung heap? He must have been such a fine and good pet once. Was he a swift hunting dog, or was his owner just keeping him for luxury?”
“The former”, the swineherd answered sadly, “And if he was still in the same shape as he was, when our lord departed for Troy, you would be dazzled by his speed and strength. He was the best hunting dog a man could have. But now, that his master is away, the faithless servants neglect him.”
Odysseus' heart shattered, but he couldn't show it.
But Argos, having seen his master again after twenty years, finally passed on.
Seeing, that his faithful companion was no more, Odysseus swallowed his tears and continued on his way with Eumaios, hating that he couldn't grieve for his good boy openly.
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They had just snuck into the hall and Telemakhos had given Odysseus some food.
After eating that, Athena advised him to beg the suitors for mild alms, just to see who had a modicum of decency.
He did so and most were pitying enough to give him some food.
But when Melantheus, the rude goatherd from earlier, told them that the swineherd had brought the beggar here, Antinoos verbally attacked poor Eumaios for his “impertinence” in bringing another freeloader here (which was hilarious, since the suitors were all freeloaders).
Eumaios was visibly upset, but kept his composure.
Telemakhos came to his aid. “Leave him alone”, he snapped at Antinoos, “And the stranger too! Really and that wants to be the future husband of my mother! Give him alms – it's the duty of the rich to the poor.”
Antinoos made a snappish retort and went back to his own meal, without complying.
The others had no objection to giving just a bit of food each of them; after all their meal was abundant.
But when the hero politely asked Antinoos for just a crumb of bread and the other just insulted him, Odysseus reproached his disrespect and unkindness. This made the suitor so angry, that he threw a chair at the older man. He didn't even stagger, but his anger grew and grew, though he still contained himself.
Even the other suitors were indignant at this and they chewed him out; after all everyone knew that sometimes the gods themselves came down from the heavens as lowly travellers to test the righteousness and hospitality of mortals.
Yet their irritation was nothing compared to the anger of Telemakhos, Penelope and some of the maids, who collectively wished to see this disrespectful prick dead.
The hero in disguise meanwhile sat in a corner and ate what he had been given.
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Later Iros, another beggar from the city came to ask for food.
When he saw the older man sitting by the door, he told him to go away.
Odysseus glared and refused, saying there was enough for both of them.
Then the two beggars got into an argument.
The amused suitors suggested a fight and the winner would receive one of the big goat stomachs that were roasting above the fire.
The younger beggar had confidence in his youth, while Odysseus just considered, whether he should kill the other with one blow or just break his bones.
He decided on the latter, royally kicked the other's arse and dragged him out of the hall.
Impressed by the show and by his fighting prowess, the other men awarded him the promised goat stomach.
One of the friendlier ones, a young man named Amphinomos, toasted to him and wished him good fortune. Odysseus found this endearing and warned the younger to watch his back. This made Amphinomos so uncomfortable, that he spent the rest of the night brooding about it.
Not that it was of any use; his fate was already decided by the gods.
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Soon after, Penelope came outside to speak to her suitors.
Athena had done her thing again and restored her to the full flower of her youth, while she had been asleep, so the suitors would be so captivated by her beauty as to cater to her every whim.
And indeed, they were struck by desire and began to ooh and aah, when they saw the woman they were wooing step into the room, albeit her face was veiled, as usual when she left her chambers.
Penelope whoever first said to her son: “Really, my son, you were more sensible when you were younger. How could you just stand by as these men here abused the poor stranger so terribly and disgracefully?”
“Your anger is completely understandable”, Telemakhos responded, “However, you must remember, that it would have been me against all of them. I have no helper here, there was nothing I could have done. All we can do is pray to Father Zeus, Pallas Athena and Phoibos Apollon, that these brutes will suffer a fate like Iros or worse.”
Thus they spoke to each other, until Eurymakhos approached them, another really unpleasant individual among the suitors.
“Oh shrewd daughter of Ikarios, if everyone saw you now!”, he cried, “You would have a lot more suitors in your hall by tomorrow, for you're the first of women in beauty, growth and mind.”
“I'm not nearly as beautiful as I once was”, Penelope replied, “My beauty and growth have been diminished by grief for the awesome hero, whom the gods took away from me. If he came back to me, my happiness alone would restore my beauty, but now I waste away without him by the will of the cruel Moirai. Before he left, he entrusted his states into my care, that I would watch over them and over his dear parents and that, once our son has grown into a man, I should leave the house and remarry, if I wanted to. That dreaded day is nigh and I will be forced to agree to the remarriage I loathe so. Your conduct causes me additional pain; never has there been such usage among suitors! Any honest men wooing and competing for a wealthy woman would bring life stock of their own to eat and rich gifts for the bride's family – instead of consuming the goods of another without any compensation.”
This prompted the men to send their servants to fetch precious gifts from their own quarters.
Penelope accepted them and retreated to her chambers, while her maids carried the valuables after her.
Odysseus' heart swelled with pride at how his dear wife had beguiled these men into showering her with gifts.
That's my wife!
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In the evening, after Odysseus had endured more abuse from some of the worse suitors, Telemakhos had finally ordered them all to go to bed and sleep off their rush.
Finally alone, he and his son began to put their own murder plot into motion, first by hiding the armour and weapons of the suitors.
When Athena conjured a golden light to lead the way in the dark corridor, Telemakhos became aware of her presence and ooh-ed and aah-ed.
His father shushed him, saying that now was not the time to question anything and that this was simply the way of the Immortals, to stand by the mortals they liked, while remaining unseen.
Once they had hidden all the weaponry, Telemakhos went to sleep.
Alone again, he continued to hold counsel with Athena, until Penelope entered with some of her maids.
While the servants tidied up the mess the suitors had made earlier, one of the young girls insulted Odysseus for no reason. He just got to make a warning retort, before the queen herself interfered.
“Enough! Don't think that I don't notice your perpetually outrageous behaviour! Now shoo! For as you all know, I wish to talk to this man.”
The first maid brought a chair for Odysseus and all servants saw themselves out.
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Once they were alone, Penelope addressed him: “So, won't you tell me, who you are, who your parents are and where you come from?”
“I will tell you everything”, Odysseus said, “except for that; my story is very depressing and will just make us both more miserable. I don't want to anger anyone by bawling inside your home, like a sad drunk.”
“I can't become more miserable than I already am”, Penelope returned and told him of her own misfortune.
For many years, she had been waiting for her husband to come home. After sixteen years, everyone apparently had decided, that she was now a widow – even though there was no proof he was dead – and men from Ithaka and the surrounding islands had come to woo for her unwilling hand.
She had claimed, that she needed to weave a fine burial shroud for her father-in-law. They had relented to give her the time to finish it. So she had weaved by day, but each night she had loosened the threads, so she'd had to start anew. This trick had worked for three years, until some treacherous maids had caught her and ratted her out to the suitors.
“Now I'm running out of excuses, my parents are pressuring me to remarry and my son is sick of these men consuming his property. I'm at the end of my wits. Even so, tell me your story.”
Odysseus yielded and served her the same made-up tragic life story he had told everyone, who had asked. He also claimed that he had met hims- uhh, the great hero Odysseus and hosted him for a few weeks, before sailing on to Troy.
This made Penelope burst into tears and wail for her husband, who was sitting in front of her, but she didn't know.
He really wanted nothing more than to hug her and never let her go, but he still needed to keep his act up.
“Just to be sure”, the poor woman sniffled, “Describe him to me. Just as you remember him.”
Odysseus frowned: “Oh dear … this will be tough, after all it was twenty years ago! Let's see …”
And described in great detail the very attire he had worn on the day he had sailed from Ithaka.
She cried harder, recalling that she had made the clothes for him.
After calming down, she accepted his tale.
He promised her, that her husband – ahem, was already here, ahem – would soon be coming home.
She didn't buy it, but ordered for someone to wash his feet.
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The one chosen for this task was an elderly servant, whom Odysseus recognised as his nurse.
Eurykleia noted that he resembled her missing king.
“I used to hear that a lot”, he told her, “That he and I looked similar.”
She filled a basin with water and he scooted away from the fire into the shadows, fearing that she would recognise him.
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As the old woman was washing his feet, her fingers brushed over the scar on his thigh.
She froze and old memories flooded her mind …
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Antikleia had just given birth to her and Laertes' child.
The nurse was holding the screaming baby in her lap.
Suddenly the door opened and in came the mother's father: Autolykos, son of Hermes and a shapeshifting thief.
His teal-coloured eyes skimmed over the scene and he smiled.
Eurykleia lifted the baby from her lap and handed him to his grandfather.
“Come and say hello your grandson”, she invited him.
As soon as the baby boy sat on his grandfather's knee, he stopped wailing and stretched out his arms.
Autolykos laughed and held his finger out for those tiny hands to hold.
The nurse's smile broadened at the sight and after exchanging a glance with the proud parents, she asked the old man: “Do you want to pick a name for your grandchild?”
The demigod thought for a moment: “Hm … I was wroth at the world, when I came here. Give him the name I tell you: 'Odysseus', 'The Wrathful One'. For his life will be a hard, but glorious one. When he comes to age, send him up to my own property. For I have many presents I want to give to my grandson, when he becomes a man.”
When Odysseus grew to age, his parents sent him to visit his grandfather and uncles.
They welcomed him happily.
Later the day, he and his uncles went out to hunt, but he was attacked by a boar. He managed to kill it, only after the beast's tusks dug into his thigh, ripping away a chunk of his flesh.
His uncles took care of the wound and carried him and their spoils back to their father's home.
Autolykos healed his grandson and sent him back home to his parents with lots of presents.
There Odysseus told everyone how he had got that scar, which later on became one of his trademark features.
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Eurykleia burst into tears and sobs: “It's you! You're Odysseus, my dear child! And I didn't even recognise you, before I touched your scar! You're back!”
In her joy she wanted to go and tell Penelope the good news, but Odysseus grabbed her.
“Not a word!”, he hissed, “Do you want to get me killed?! Keep your mouth shut! For if a god vanquishes the suitors through me, I will spare no one, not even you, my nurse.”
Eurykleia smiled crookedly, completely unfazed by the fact, that her master was gripping her by the neck. But she promised to remain silent.
“When you have defeated them”, she whispered, “Shall I tell you the names of the disloyal household members?”
“No need, I'll spot them on my own”, he declined.
She went to get new water and finished washing and salving his feet.
Odysseus scooted closer to the fire again to warm himself and concealed the scar with his rags.
Penelope, who had been distracted the entire time, continued their conversation from earlier.
“Before we go to bed, there are a few more things I want to ask you. Your words and behaviour have shown that you're a witty and clever man, so I would be obliged, if you could interpret this dream for me: I was standing in my yard and geese were picking up grain from the ground, when an eagle swooped down from the sky and killed all of them. I wept for the loss, when suddenly the eagle began to talk! He told me, that he was my beloved Odysseus, that the geese were my suitors and that he would be coming home soon to smite them all. Then I woke up. What does it mean?”
“Exactly as Odysseus told you”, the hero replied, “What you saw was the near future. He will come home and kill them all. It's as simple as that.”
Not quite that simple, but whatever.
“I don't know”, Penelope said doubtfully, “But I have an idea: tomorrow I will hold a competition. My husband has an extremely strong recurved bow that so far only he has been able to string. I will put up twelve axes with hollow heads and only a man equal to my husband will be able to string the bow and shoot an arrow through the twelve axe heads.”
I'm so in love with this woman!
“That's an amazing idea!”, Odysseus praised her. “Waste no time in holding the competition. But now it's time to sleep; soon it will be morning.”
She bid him good night and went to bed.
As he lay down near the fire, he noticed some of the maidservants sneaking out of their rooms into the suitor's quarters. He fumed with anger, but swallowed it – he had seen so many more outrageous things after all.
Right as he had finished that thought, he heard Athena's voice.
“Why are you still awake?”, she questioned, “Does it not soothe you to come back to see your wife still being so faithful to you after all these years? And that your child has grown into the best son a man could wish for?”
“You're right”, he agreed, “But I have worries – I don't think I can stand against so many suitors all by myself. And if I do, what will happen hereafter? Many will be angered at the murder of the entire noble population of my kingdom and those around.”
He heard her huff in frustration, before she began to scold him: “Alright, Odysseus, listen up! First off, where is your courage? Have you left it behind in Troy?! Secondly, have you forgot, that I'm always looking out for you? Many other men trust lesser companions than a god and you're still so doubtful? With me by your side, Odysseus, you could defeat hundreds of men – you did back in the Trojan War, just as Diomedes and Menélaos did. You know that. Mark my words, son of Laertes: in the morning you, your son and I will slaughter those many foes and leave none of them alive. As for the aftermath, leave that to me. Now sleep, for you need to rest before the fight tomorrow.”
Then he felt an irresistible exhaustion, as the great goddess put a deep slumber onto him.
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Soon rosy-fingered Êôs brought the dawn.
Odysseus was woken up by the sound of his dear wife weeping.
Distraught by the sound and still nervous because of what was to come, he prayed for a sign from Zeus.
The King of the Skies heard and let it thunder.
In the yard, several women grinding corn to flour heard it and began to murmur. When Odysseus heard them wish, that today would be the last meal for the suitors, his heart was glad.
Soon Eurykleia shooed the maids out of their beds.
“Today is a day of celebration!”, she announced, “So off to work with you all! You know your tasks.”
The maids, significantly more awake at the news, hurried to do as told.
As they were scurrying around, the suitors swaggered him, some more hungover than the others and all rather grumpy at being woken up so early.
They were followed by Eumaios, who drove several fat pigs into the kitchen, before joining Odysseus in his spot beside the fire.
“Are they still disrespectful to you?”, he inquired.
The disguised hero scowled: “Yes and I wish they were dead.”
“Most here do”, the swineherd muttered.
As they were sticking their heads together, the goatherd Melantheus passed by.
“Are you still here, beggar? Fuck off and bother someone else!”, he snapped at Odysseus.
The latter didn't reply, just silently plotted the other's demise.
The rude goatherd was followed by another man, Philoitos, the local cattle herd.
“Sorry for that”, he apologised for the other, “He may officially be the goatherd, but his actual profession is being a prick. Greetings, good stranger! May you have better fortune in the future, though you live in misery right now. Gods, you look just like I remember our true lord Odysseus! I could tell from the very moment I saw you. Perhaps he suffers the same fate as you and has to wander the earth, ragged and begging for his bread. Meanwhile I am forced to drive the cattle he entrusted to me back then to this house for invaders to eat. Oh, if only he would finally come home and kill them all!”
Oh thank Athena, another ally!
Odysseus promised him and Eumaios, that what they were praying for would happen soon.
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At the same time the suitors were still plotting how to discreetly murder Telemakhos, when they saw an eagle carrying a dove in its talons.
“It's not going to work”, Amphinomos spoke up, “Let's have breakfast instead.”
So they did.
After breakfast, they gathered at the shrine of Apollon to sacrifice to him and the gods, before eating the rest.
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Apollon meanwhile was glaring down onto the scene.
“Get the fuck out of my sanctuary, you putrid scum!”, he snarled, “Get out! I'm not granting your worthless prayers!”
Zeus patted his son's shoulder. “There, there. They'll be dead soon.”
“I know, father”, the younger grumbled.
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In Odysseus' palace, the king in disguise had grown even angrier than he already was, as Athena had warped the sanity of the suitors to rile him up more.
This didn't go completely unnoticed by Theoklymenos, the seer from Argos. He felt the presence of the war goddess and observed the nasty scene.
The suitors' faces distorted strangely, they were laughing unnaturally, while crying at the same time, the meat they were eating was bloody and they somehow sensed coming bale.
But when the prophet told them of what he was seeing, he got laughed at.
“The man is insane!”, Eurymakhos claimed, “Perhaps we should accompany him to the market place, since he sees only darkness here!”
“No thank you”, Theoklymenos replied nonchalantly, “I have functioning eyes, ears and feet and a perfectly sound mind. With their help, I'll leave this house now, for I see nothing but bale for you all, who commit outrage in Odysseus' house and disrespect everyone here. Farewell.”
Then he walked out like a boss.
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While all this was happening, Penelope had gone into her husband's armoury to get his strongest bow, arrows and twelve axes.
She set the weapons up, gathered the suitors and proclaimed: “Alright, you freeloaders who had no other excuse than that you want to seek my hand in marriage! It's time that you earn it! Here I have my husband's strongest bow. The one of you, who strings this bow most easily and use it to shoot an arrow through all twelve axe heads, will win my hand.”
Eumaios and Philoitos wept, when they saw their lord's bow, but were mocked by Antinoos.
Latter hoped to be the one to win the competition – little did he know, that he would be the first to die by that bow and arrows.
But it was Telemakhos, who came forward first. “Let me try first, if I'm yet capable of wielding my father's priced weapon”, he requested and it was granted.
He readied the bow and tried to string it three times. But just as he was about to succeed, Odysseus gestured for him to stop now. Pretending to be disappointed, he stepped back.
One by one, the suitors attempted and failed to string the bow of cunning Odysseus and sat back down with huge dents in their pride.
While they were making fools of themselves, Odysseus and the cattle- and swineherd had left the room for a little.
“Tell me, you two, the truth and nothing but: if Odysseus now came home to reclaim his property, would you follow him or the suitors?”
“Odysseus!”, they responded in unison.
He smiled. “Good, because he's already here! It's me! After twenty years and many a misadventure, I'm finally home. And I see that of all my servants only you two and Eurykleia truly longed for my return; I heard none of the others pray for me to come home. But you shall know the truth: once I have vanquished the suitors, you two shall be rewarded with riches and a wife. You will be friends to my son and me. And should you be in doubt; see this scar on my thigh, done to me by the tusk of a boar, when I was hunting with my uncles on Mount Parnassos.”
They saw the treacherous scar, gasped in shock and tearfully hugged their rightful king.
“Now, now”, Odysseus stopped them after a while. “I'm afraid we need to postpone the happy reunion to later. Now you need to do exactly as I say: when we go back inside, I will ask to have a turn with the bow. They will refuse me, but you, Eumaios, give it to me anyway and then go to tell the women to go to their quarters and stay there, no matter what. You, Philoitos, go and lock the doors to the yard.”
Then the three snuck back inside.
There Eurymakhos was currently trying to string the bow. After a while he gave up, complaining loudly about how humiliating it was, that no one could even string the bow of godlike Odysseus.
“Eh, who cares”, Antinoos responded, “Who wants to string bows today anyway, it's the holiday of Zeus! Let's let everything lie and try again tomorrow.”
He sounded like a huffy child.
This is priceless!, Odysseus thought and smirked for a second.
Just as they had put away the bow and its string, the war veteran requested, that – just for the heck of it – he could have a shot at it (pun intended).
He met with much protest from the suitors, but Telemakhos and Penelope scolded them.
“Don't be stupid!”, Penelope snapped at Antinoos, “It's not like this homeless man, who isn't even competing for my hand, is going to take me home as his wife, even if he manages to string the bow – unlike you all. Leave him alone.”
“That he should marry you isn't our greatest concern”, Eurymakhos explained, “But we will become a collective laughing stock, when the people find out, that we failed to string your dead husband's bow, only to lose out to a beggar.”
“That's coming from you?”, Penelope retorted, “Your behaviour alone is a humiliation, that you intrude into another's home and waste wealth that isn't yours! Never once have you all acted like honest men! Furthermore, this man is well-built and prides himself in being a great man's son. If Apollon grants him victory, I will shower him with many gifts, so he may go on his way – and there is nothing you all can do about it!”
Telemakhos agreed, yet surprised his mother by sending her to her own quarters.
As Penelope left the room, Eumaios picked up the bow, handed it to Odysseus and then went to Eurykleia to instruct her as his king had told him earlier.
Philoitos skulked away to do his part of the plan and lock all the doors to the yard.
Odysseus took the bow and strung it with ease. As he tested the sinewy string, it vibrated musically under his fingers, like it was supposed to.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the suitors blanch. And they grew even paler, when he took an arrow and shot it through the twelve axes.
In that moment, it thundered.
He ripped his rags off, turned to his son and smirked: “Now, how about we serve these noblemen a supper like they've never had before?”
Telemakhos smirked back and pulled out his sword.
The first arrow hit Antinoos in the jugular, right as he was raising his cup.
The others jumped up, screaming reproaches at Odysseus.
But the hero growled darkly: “You dogs thought I would never return from Troy, did you? You plundered my property, had your way with my maids and wooed my wife, while I was still alive, but now you're going to pay!”
Eurymakhos tried to reason and promised rich compensation, but the answer was another death threat. So he spurred the other suitors on and they chose to fight, only to be felled by Odysseus' arrow.
Amphinomos attacked, but was slain by Telemakhos.
“Let me get you armour and more weapons”, he offered and his father urged him to do so, before he ran out of arrows. Telemakhos returned with a full armour and Odysseus put it on, once he ran out of ammunition.
One of the suitors sent Melantheus to fetch arms for the suitors. But the goatherd was soon spotted by Eumaios and Philoitos, who proceeded to bind him and tie him to a pole, before arming themselves and returning to fight by the side of their king and prince.
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It was at that moment, that Athena came down, again in the guise of Mentor.
He obviously recognised her and asked for her help, while the suitors, who didn't recognise her, screamed for her to do the exact opposite.
This angered her and she spurred the war veteran on.
But before she would grant him a devastating victory, she wanted to feast her eyes on his battle prowess.
So rather than fighting along, she diverted the spears the suitors threw, while those of the four defenders hit their marks without fail.
After all four of them (she couldn't help but be surprised at the prowess of the cowherd and the swineherd) had slain about a dozen more suitors, she finally interfered for real.
She flew up to the ceiling and raised up the terrible Aigis.
The suitors froze in fear.
That just made it easier for Odysseus and his companions, who came upon them like birds of prey.
From here the suitors were massacred without mercy.
Only two men were spared at the request of Telemakhos: the singer Phemos and the herald Medon, who had both been made to serve the suitors against their will.
The two men were sent out and Odysseus looked around to check, if any of the suitors were still alive. But he and his son and comrades had slain them all.
Athena, having done her part for now, left.
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“Go and get Eurykleia, my son”, Odysseus asked his son, “I need to talk to her.”
Telemakhos nodded and came back with the old nurse. When she saw her lord stand amidst all the corpses, like a lion or a wolf, she rejoiced.
But Odysseus shushed her. “Rejoice on the inside, old mother. It's not appropriate to cheer over slain men. I defeated them only, because the gods willed it so, for they showed no respect or reverence, while they were still alive. But now tell me, which of the maids are treacherous and which are innocent.”
“Of the fifty women who served your family, twelve betrayed them”, Eurykleia reported, “But now I will go upstairs and tell your wife, that-”
“Not yet”, Odysseus forbade. “First bring the traitors, so I may judge them. As for you three” – he turned to his son and the cow- and swineherd – “You can start carrying the bodies outside. Order the women to do the same and clean up the mess afterwards.”
This happened and once everything was clean and tidy, the guilty maidservants were driven into the yard and hung high.
Odysseus purified the halls with brimstone and Eurykleia called the remaining maids.
With tears of happiness, they embraced their king and welcomed him home.
And he also wept with joy, as he recognised them all.
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Good Eurykleia ran upstairs to the chambers of Penelope as fast as her age allowed.
There she woke the sleeping queen: “Wake up, wake up, my dear child! Go downstairs, so you may see what you have been longing for for twenty years! Our lord, your Odysseus, he is finally home! He has destroyed the insolent suitors and he is back!”
Penelope glared weakly: “Have you woken me up, just so you could mock me? Have you gone mad, that you tell me such cruel things? I know it in my heart, my Odysseus is gone and will never come back to me.”
“I'm not mocking you, dear, I promise! He has been here for days now: it was the stranger the suitors always offended! Telemakhos knew the entire time, but kept it to himself, until all of the suitors were defeated!”
Now the queen leapt from her bed and tearfully hugged the older woman.
“Tell me all!”, she pressed, “The truth and nothing but the truth! How is it possible, that he alone defeated so many?”
Of course Eurykleia hadn't seen any of it; she had been in the servants' quarters with the other maids. But she told her queen what she knew.
Penelope was still in doubt though: “I don't believe it. It's too good to be true! Surely it was a god, who smote them all for their disrespect.”
“No, no! Listen; he has the scar on his thigh – the one he received, when a boar attacked him, while he was hunting with the sons of Autolykos. It's really him, I promise! If what I say is untrue, you may have me executed!”
The queen – wary as she was – still refused to believe her, but followed her downstairs anyway. Though Eurykleia could see that (deep down), the younger woman was hoping, even though she refused to act on it.
When they came into the great hall, Penelope saw Odysseus leaning against a pillar, waiting for whatever she would say upon seeing her husband.
But Penelope seemed dazed, almost numb even.
Telemakhos was frustrated by this and chided his mother: “What's with you? Why aren't you sitting with your husband and questioning him? Did you wait twenty years for him to come home, only to see him and just stand there and not even say anything? Has your heart turned to stone?!”
“No, no, I'm just stunned”, Penelope clarified, “My heart is so paralysed, that I can't bring myself to question him or even look him in the eye. But if he's really my Odysseus, I will find out myself.”
Odysseus chuckled: “Give your mother some time to let it sink in. Let her test me to her heart's content. She doesn't recognise me, because I'm looking so dirty and messy right now. But my son, we have some urgent matters to discuss. Don't forget, that we just killed the entire nobility of my kingdom and have to deal with the consequences.”
“Well, it's said that no mortal man can rival your cunning”, Telemakhos replied, “So, do you have a plan? Whatever it is, we'll follow you.”
“Good. And I do have a plan: order everyone to decorate the place, put on their best clothes and celebrate loudly, so that anyone who passes by might think that a wedding is taking place here. This ought to buy us some time, because no one must learn of the earlier massacre, before we have been to my property in the country and prayed to the gods, that they might give us a sign on how to proceed from there.”
The household staff did so and indeed, everyone outside thought, that Penelope had now chosen to marry one of her suitors.
Later that evening, Eurykleia drew a bath for Odysseus, salved him with olive oil and gave him fresh clothes and it seemed a god had made him look taller and more splendid.³
When he was all freshened up, he returned to where he had sat before.
“Still not looking at your husband?”, he asked Penelope, “Have I endured twenty years of hardship, only to come home to a wife, who ignores me and holds me in low regard?”
Penelope didn't answer, which frustrated everyone.
“Well then”, the king huffed, “Eurykleia, make me a bed somewhere, since I'll sleep alone tonight, apparently.”
Now Penelope finally spoke again: “I don't hold you in low regard at all, strange man. Eurykleia, go and make his bed in front of the bedchamber that he himself crafted a long time ago.”
Now she was testing, the old nurse could tell.
“What?!”, Odysseus exclaimed suddenly, “What is it that I have to hear? Only a god would be able to relocate my bed at all! I crafted the bedchamber around the huge olive tree, that was growing in the yard back then, and carved the bed with its wood, adorning it with ivory, gold and silver! It's impossible that anyone relocated it, let alone could push it through the door!”
But only Odysseus could know this and that was the irrefutable proof.
Now she burst into tears, embraced her husband and showered him with kisses. Odysseus cried also and held his wife tightly.
All the while Eurykleia was sobbing in the background, because now everything would be fine.
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Athena smiled onto the scene.
Having done that part of her work, she saw herself out and went to persuade Êôs to postpone her tour across the sky for a few hours.
Her mortal friend and his beloved wife should have enough time to our their hearts out to each other and to get a little rest before the trouble that was to come soon.
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Hermes laughed at the souls of the suitors, when he came to guide them to the underworld.
“I don't know, what you expected!”, he cackled, “Odysseus is my great-grandson! Whatever made you believe, that you could take what was his without consequence? Or that you could disrespect the laws of gods and men and get away with it? How could you think that we wouldn't favour him? Well, either way you got what you deserved!”
The souls whispered among themselves; they probably would have grumbled, but the dead had faint voices.
The Messenger of the Gods lead them to the underworld, snickering all the while.
As they came to the underworld, Hermes found some of the heroes of the Trojan War skulking around.
He lead the newcomers to the dock of Kharon and the ferryman began to take the first of them down the river (apparently they had been granted the tiny mercy of getting a coin for Kharon).
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When they had arrived on the other side, the Achaeans were chatting among each other.
“What happened to you?”, Akhilleus asked Agamemnon, “I always was under the impression that Zeus liked you? So how come you died a miserable death, rather than getting a burial fit for a king?”
“You're lucky, that you died a glorious death at Troy”, Agamemnon replied, sullen. “You got a splendid burial befitting a great hero like you were.”
Then he proceeded to tell Akhilleus all about it, which was rather boring for some (including Hermes, who chose to leave them behind to visit Hades and Persephone).
“Even in death you were honoured above all others!”, Agamemnon finished his account of the other's burial, only to start wallowing in self-pity.
“And me? What did I get for surviving the war?! Get this! I just got home from Troy, when I was murdered by my cousin Aigisthos and my slut of a wife!”
“Oh, that's so tragic!”, Akhilleus replied sarcastically.
Agamemnon ignored him and let his eyes wander over the newcomers, until he spied a familiar face.
“Hey! I know you! You're one of Menélaos' bastard sons! What happened to you?”
“Odysseus happened!”, Amphimedon groaned, “To all of us here!”
Then he proceeded to tell his uncle all about how they had wooed Penelope, how she had put them off for four years, tricking them and of how Odysseus had finally come home and killed them all.
“Damn!”, Agamemnon exclaimed, “Odysseus, you lucky man! You got one of the few good women in this world for your wife! The world will forever praise her loyalty! Unlike the daughters of Tyndareus and most other women, who are fucking disloyal whores-”
“Hey!”, Akhilleus barked, “Take your unmanly misogyny and shove it up your arse! No one cares about your unjustified grudge on your wife, whose innocent daughter you tried to sacrifice to the gods, who hate human sacrifice!”
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Meanwhile Odysseus and Telemakhos had arrived at the home of Laertes, Odysseus' father.
“You and the servants go and prepare a boar for our meal”, Odysseus told his son, “I will see, if my father still recognises me.”
Then he went into the garden, where he found his old father tend to the plants.
Laertes looked so miserable and neglected, that Odysseus hid behind a pear tree and wept.
Once he had regained his composure, he approached the old man and addressed him: “Greetings, good man. You certainly are a talented gardener; none of the plants here look anything but splendid. I wish the same could be same for you. Please do not be angry, but you look awful. So, who are you and whose garden is this? Also, could you tell me, if it's really Ithaka I have come to? I have been marooned, so I'm not sure.”
Yes, he was about to weave more false identities.
“I met a man from Ithaka once and he boasted to be Odysseus, the son of Laertes. I hosted him, gave him many guest gifts and then he went on his way.”
Laertes looked up and responded: “This is indeed Ithaka, stranger. But Odysseus isn't here – instead bad and godless men are holding sway over this land. You poor man gave him presents in vain – if he was here and alive, he would gladly repay you in kind, as it's the custom. But he's gone, he'll never return …” He choked and cleared his throat. “But who are you and where do you come from? How much time has passed, since you welcomed Odysseus in your home?”
“My name is Eperitas, I come from Alybas”, the younger man lied, “And he came to my home five years ago. Oh, the poor man! And the omens seemed so promising, when he departed! He was so glad and eager to get home!”
Laertes broke into pitiful wailing, grabbed a fistful of ash and threw it onto his head.
Odysseus' heart broke and he hugged the other. “My dear father, it's me! Cry no longer, I'm not dead! I'm home! I have slain those who wooed my wife and ended their outrage!”
Laertes stared at the other. “What … is it really you?! Give me a sign, before I believe you!”
The younger man pulled up his chiton to reveal the scar on his thigh.
“Do you remember, when I grew to age and you sent me to my grandfather Autolykos and his sons, so that I might receive the gifts he had prepared for me? How I returned to you with the presents and this scar I got when I went hunting with my uncles and was attacked by a boar? And here another sign: when I was a child, you gave me many fruit trees: ten apple trees, thirteen pear trees, forty fig trees and hundred stocks of wine. And you promised me, that they all would carry heavy fruit and bring bountiful harvest. Do you believe me now?”
Laertes cried out in happiness and embraced his son tightly.
Then he fainted.
When he awoke, he found himself in his son's arms and cried some more, before taking a deep breath and calming himself.
“My dear and only son, I'm so happy! The justice of the gods still exists in this world, that you defeated all of the foes in your own home! But what shall we do now? You killed the entire noble population, the people will riot.”
“Don't worry about that yet”, Odysseus told him gently. “First let's go inside. We'll get you fresh clothes and a bath, also lunch will soon be ready.”
Inside the house Telemakhos and the two animal husbandmen were busy cutting the pork and mixing wine.
A maid drew a bath for Laertes and gave him good clothes.
When the former king came before his son and grandson, they marvelled.
“You look so much more gracious now”, Odysseus marked, “A god gave you splendour and made you taller, just like the Bright-eyed Goddess did for me!”
“Certainly”, the old man agreed, “But I wish they would have granted me the even bigger pleasure of being there yesterday to stand by you, when you fought off the suitors! You would have seen, that I still am capable of fighting!”
Odysseus almost chuckled at his father's zeal, but didn't want to seem condescending or doubtful.
When the two former heroes came into the dining halls, the servants ooh'd and aah'd, as they recognised their king.
“You can marvel later”, he told them, “It's time for lunch, as we're all hungry. Do sit with us! There is enough for all!”
Now the staff cheered and they all gave the long-lost ruler a warm welcome.
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Unfortunately, while they were having lunch, Ossa, goddess of rumour, flew through the city and soon everyone had heard about the gruesome demise of the suitors.
Their relatives came to the palace to pick up the dead and bury them.
When they had done their work, Eupeithes, the father of Antinoos, rallied the people and riled them up.
“This man truly has done great wrong to us!”, he shouted, “Twenty years ago he took away many ships to Troy, only to return ten years too late and all alone. And now he has slaughtered all our children! Up, that we may avenge this misdeed done to our sons!”
But before the crowd could respond, Phemos the singer and Medon the herald, stepped forward.
“People of Ithaka! Odysseus did not act without the approval of the gods!”, Medon declared, “I myself saw a deity at the king's side and it was none other than the bright-eyed daughter of Zeus! She was wearing the guise of Mentor, but I saw her for who she was. She fought by his side, by instilling fear into the suitors and by giving him courage and strength. He had the favour of the gods and he was in the right. What happened was the will of Zeus.”
His words made the listeners shudder in fear.
Now another man rose to speak, Halitherses the prophet. “Hear me, men of Ithaka! It's because of your cowardice, that you are now burying your children! For you listened to neither me nor to Mentor, when we bid you to stop your sons' outrageous behaviour. You didn't stop them, when they committed blasphemous acts, harassed the wife of the best of men and wasted away his own property, believing he would never come home and make them face the consequences! So listen to my counsel for once in your lives: stay here, before a self-imposed doom meets you all!”
Half of the men screamed in protest at this suggestion, while the others heeded the prophet's words.
The crowd divided into two groups.
Eupeithes lead those who agreed with him into the country – thinking, that he would avenge his son, unaware, that he was on his way to meet his fate.
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On Olympos Athena saw what was going on and went to her father to report.
“What is your plan, father?”, she wanted to know, “Will you cause more bloody conflict or shall there be peace?”
Zeus laughed: “My child, hasn't it been your plan all along, that your mortal friend should get home, take revenge on the suitors and reclaim his kingdom? Do as you please, but my will is this: now that Odysseus has avenged himself, let there be peace and companionship. Let the murder of their sons and brothers be forgotten. Let there be harmony among the people, companionship and bountiful harvest, as it was before.”
With gladdened heart Athena descended from Olympos to earth.
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In the country estate, one of the servants looked out of the window, only to turn back to Odysseus, frowning.
“My king, I'm afraid we have company.”
He pointed to a nearby hill, where Eupeithes and his allies were already seen.
Quickly everyone leapt up from the table to don their armour and weapons.
As they were arming themselves, Athena joined them, again in the guise of Mentor.
Odysseus understood immediately and said to his son, grinning: “Now, my son, I will show you how it's done. You shall see how your father earned his glory in battle as well as in strategy.”
Telemakhos grinned back at him. “Father, you will see, that I'm not a coward and you won't be ashamed of my bravery in battle.”
“My son and my grandson competing in fighting prowess and bravery!”, Laertes rejoiced, “This is the best day of my life!”
“Mentor” smiled at the former hero and said: “Come, Laertes my old friend. You too should arm yourself and make a prayer to Zeus and the Bright-eyed Virgin.”
Then Athena breathed powerful valour into him.
With renewed strength and vigour, Laertes grabbed a spear and threw it right into the face of Eupeithes, where the helmet wasn't shielding it.
Meanwhile his son and grandson burst into the now leaderless ranks and slew their attackers left and right.
However before they could kill everyone, Athena decided, that playtime was over.
She appeared above the fray, that everyone froze in fear and/or reverence.
“Men of Ithaka!”, she announced with a thundering voice, “Cease the fighting and break apart, ere the earth is stained with your blood!”
After the parties had broken apart, Athena persuaded the quarrellers to make peace.
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Thus ends the story of how Odysseus finally came home and regained his kingdom.
The stories of his deeds were passed on orally, from generation to generation.
Several centuries later, a blind poet dictated the glorious epics of the Iliad and the Odyssey to someone and they would be known for many more centuries to come.
Just like the name of the poet, who dictated them: Homer.
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1) Only certain parts of a sacrificial animal would go to the gods: the fat and bones. The rest would be kept by the mortals. According to myth, Prometheus tricked Zeus into this. 2) Menélaos - just like Agamemnon - was the son of Atreus, who was a real nasty piece of work. So of course Menélaos would view Nestor, a far friendlier person, as more of a father figure. 3) In the Iliad Odysseus is described as not being very tall and looking relatively unimpressive at first glance.