sat at her web weaving, ever weaving. But night after night, night after night, when the insolent princes had gone to bed, the queen carefully unravelled the work they had seen her do by day.
For three long years did Penelope mock her suitors in this way, but when the fourth year came, and the robe was still incomplete, one of the queen's serving-maids betrayed her secret to the princes.
Then the queen could no longer refuse to wed, yet still she tried to put off the day as long as might be. So she promised to marry him who could most easily bend the great bow of Odysseus, and hit the mark on which she should decide. There was now but a little while until the day would dawn on which the trial of strength and skill was to take place.
Telemachus meanwhile had grown into a tall lad, and, guided by Athene, he left the palace where the princes wasted his wealth to go in search of his father. It might be that Odysseus was a captive in some distant land.
But Odysseus was on his way to Ithaca, sailing in the ship of a king who had befriended him.
As the vessel glided into the harbour of the little island, Odysseus lay asleep on the deck. So the sailors lifted him in a rug on which he lay and put him down in his own kingdom by the side of the road.
When he awoke Odysseus did not at first know where he was, for Athene had covered the land with a thick mist.
'O woe is me now, unto what mortals' land am I now come?' cried the king, well-nigh in tears with desire for his own country.
Even as he spoke, Athene stood by his side disguised as a young man.
'What land is this?' asked Odysseus, not yet knowing that it was the goddess to whom he spoke, but thinking that it was one of the country folk.
'Thou art witless, stranger, or thou art come from afar,
