My lovely Penelope had come with a plan that involved her marrying whichever suitor strings the great bow. I recognized all the passages and even had to act as if I had no clue about the depths of these places. It seemed as though she had given up hope that her husband would return and I was yearning for Penelope to be with me, even though it wasn’t meant to be at that time. She removed my bow from its place of honor on the wall, uncovering her personal belongings. She then escorted us back to the feasting hall which there lined twelve axe-helmets in a row. Telemachus is the first to string the bow not because he wanted to marry his mother, but to prove his strength. After four tries when he’s beginning to look like he’d thrive, I tell him