Bidding Telemachus In Homer's Odyssey

Bidding Telemachus a farewell for his journey to Sparta, Penelope walked back to her room, her face maintained an expression of strength and poise as she passed her maids, her skirt lightly grazing the ground. Each one had paused their impending tasks,staring at her intently, trying to look past her veil as to find a trace of emotion within her. As Penelope turned the corner, she spun around abruptly, catching all of the maids gawking at her. She continued on into her room and shut the door noisily. She slumped against the heavy wooden doors, defeated, and began sobbing tirelessly. With young Telemachus and the great Odysseus both gone, Icarius’ daughter Penelope, wary and reserved, found a void in her life that could not be filled. Her nights
Ever since Telemachus, adventurous and brave son of Odysseus, set of to Sparta, the suitor’s actions had become increasingly reckless and disorderly. The suitors, a large and rowdy mob, roamed the halls of the great Odysseus’ palace as though they owned it. They had trashed the courtyard, once adorned with bright carnations and stunning lilies was now replaced with their garbage, scattered throughout the room with a pungent odor rising from it, spreading throughout the various corridors of the vast
You seem to be in quite a joyous mood today. Why might that be?” “I have a feeling that today will be a good day for you, just that being so makes me happy,” said Eurycleia as she bustled around the room, beginning to fix the bed, “If you do not think of it to be rude, may I ask you why you have been looking so ill? You seem to have lost your usual glow, you seem very tired. Is everything alright?” “Yes. Of course it still upsets me that dear Telemachus is gone in addition to my love, Odysseus but it will be okay.” Replied Penelope as she began walking across the room. “Do not worry about Odysseus and Telemachus, they will be back home soon. But are you sure that there is not anything else bothering you?” Inquired Eurycleia as she opened up the windows, sending a slow breeze of fresh air. Walking towards the window and looking out towards the vast sea, Penelope responded, “Oh dear Eurycleia, with your understanding heart and diligent actions, I must not tell you now, but time will reveal all that I am thinking about. But I do not yet know when that may be. Hopefully it will be