CHAPTER XVIII
ODYSSEUS RETURNS TO ITHACA
The small island of Ithaca, of which Odysseus was king, lay
on the western shore of Greece. His subjects deemed that
their king was dead, for ten years had passed since Troy had
been destroyed, and yet he had not come home.
But Penelope, the wife of Odysseus, would not believe that her lord was dead; she clung to the hope that he would yet return. Princes came to the palace to beg the queen to wed, but in vain did each one urge his suit, for hope whispered in the heart of Penelope, 'My lord is still alive.'
Laertes, the father of Odysseus, was too old, her little son Telemachus was too young, to help the queen, when the princes rudely insisted on living in the palace and in wasting the goods of Odysseus. Again and again they entreated her to wed one among them. But the queen grew angry and rebuked them for their insolence in living in the palace. From day to day, from week to week, from month to month, even from year to year, Penelope mocked at the impatience of her suitors.
For she set up in the hall of the palace a large loom and began to weave a beautiful robe. 'Ye princely youths, my wooers,' she said, 'now that Odysseus is dead, as ye declare, do ye abide patiently, how eager soever on this marriage of mine, till I finish the robe.'
The princes agreed to wait until the robe was finished, but little did they dream how long the queen would take to her task.
Day after day, day after day, they watched as Penelope
