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CHAPTER VII Os all the heroes who fought at Troy, Odysseus was the last to get home. In vain his wife expected him, and Telemachus, his young son, watching the family fortune as it dwindled, wondered if he were the head of the house, and if he ought to do something-about it. The suitors were asking Penelope to marry them, on the assumption that Odysseus was lead or ought to be, and they were advancing their plea for her hand by economic pressure, living on her bounty till she should mke up her mind. Helen had her suitors at the beginning of her life, Penelope at the 'end, when she was no longer young, and her beauty had never been more than, as Orestes would say, a matter of opinion. This fact has led some wise men to suppose that Penelope’s-story, as we now have it, by some accident got told backward. However that may be, the question*remains why the suitors wanted to marry hfer, anyway. Por the property, Telemachus thought; and to his inexperienced eyes it seemed vast wealth. But Ithaca was rocky, barren place. The first time he traveled he had his eyes Since 7 the annoying suitors came from a distance, they must have known better.

Just what was in their minds we can only guess, but that they did besiege poor Penelope, there is no doubt, for when Odysseus returned at last he drew his bow and slew them, every one. At one point the story of Telemachus and his absent father is touched with a memory of Helen, of some value as a picture of her on the domestic side. Just before Odysseus made his dramatic reappearance, Telemachus had grown desperate. He resolved to slip away by night in a small boat, with a few trusted men, and sail to Pylos, where Nestor lived, and then on possibly to Sparta, the home of Menelaos. If either of his father’s friends gave him any positive reason to think that Odysseus was dead, he would go back to Ithaca, put on a bold front, celebrate his father’s funeral, marry off his mother to somebody, he didn’t care which one;

send the other suitors away, and take charge of the house. He had never left his father’s island before. When he came to Pylos he found Nestor sitting down to a feast, with all Ips people about him. Nestor insisted that he should eat before he talked. / After the meal the old man opened the conversation himself. He asked the boy if he was out on some errand of honest merchandise, or if he was operating as a private. Telemachus was a little frightened at the question, but he caught the idea, and let the old man think that pirating was one of his favorite sports, or would be when he had more practice. “But I’ve come to ask'if you have any news at all of my father. We have-heard nothing at home, for I’ve forgotten how many years. Where in the world is he? Will you tell me how and when you saw him last, and anything you know about him since?” Nestor went off into reminiscehces. Odysseus was his best friend. He never would tire of remembering their exploit together on the plains of Troy. Telemachus 'was afraid he wouldn’t. “But when it came to our returning,” he said, “none of us Was wise. Menelaos said he was going home at once—the war was .over, and there was nothing to stay for. Agamemnon insisted on some sacrifices, to appease Athena. Half of us w r ere for sailing, and half were for more sacrifices. I saw it the same way as Menelaos, and we made up quite a fleet when we set out the next day. “When we had gone as far as Tenedos, most of us stopped for a few hours and offered sacrifices, to be on the safe side, but Menelaos went on. Your father made us quite a speech. He argued that if sacrifices were the thing, after all, he was for no halfway measures, and he turned back to rejoin Agamemnon. “And that's the la6t I saw of him. Not a word have I heard since. Most of the others reached their homes. In Lesbos I stopped to sacrifice again, to make sure, and I must say we had a great wind right into the harbb'r. Idomeneus—did you ever hear of him? “The suitor Helen turned down first—he had the smoothest trip of ■ /

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all, without losing a man, and he’s back in Crete as though nothing had happened. Menelaos is at Sparta now, you know, with Helen. She’s lovelier than ever they say. “But that was a nasty * trick Aegisthus played- on Agamemnon! You’ve heard, of course, how Orestes took his revenge? That’s the advantage of having a son—to see that your murderer gets his deserts. “Odysseus is fortunate, I don’t mind saying, in a boy as enterprising as you seem to be. He’ll come home, if he isn’t killed, and if he is killed you’ll go after the man who did it.” , - . Telemachus was disappointed. No news of his father, and apparently no chance of any, not even from Menelaos. Butj his curiosity extended Jo other matters also; he was young, Telemachus said that Sparta would be his next stopping-place. Perhaps Menelaos might know something of his father. Nestor thought not, but it would do no harm to inquire. • So the young man continued his voyage, hoping for news, and not unmoved by the prospect of seeing Helen, said to be more beautiful than ever. When he came to the famous gate where once Paris had knocked, Eteoneus held him up with some feeble excuse, and hurried to find Menelaos. “There’s another handsome young man outside,” he said. “Do we let him in?” “Eteoneus,” said Menelaos, “there have been times in your life when you did not act like a fool. I don’t get the reference. Os course we let him ir^ When I have traveled in the past, I have always been hospitably entertained, and I dare say it has happened to you. . We must do the same in our turn, when a traveler comes.” “Now, what’s the meaning of that!” said Eteoneus, but not very loud. Telemachus had seen no such house as this. The size and the wealth of it embarrassed him. He remembered that his father had more brains, but the thought didn’t bring ease of manner. They took him to the marble baths, where the attendants embarrassed him further by the thorough washing they gave him, and they oiled his hair, and put on him better clothes than he was accustomed to. Menelaos came to welcome him, a tall man/with beautiful, long, dark locks, 1 which needed no oil to make th<m shine. He wasn’t so impressive is his house. “I’ve seen a house like ' 1

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this,” said Telemachus. “All this bronze and gold and amber, to say nothing of the silver and ivory! The court of Zeus himself on Olympus must be like this—it can’t be much finer.” Menelaos put on a sober air, and said that no one ought,to compare himself to the gods, but it certainly was a satisfactory house. That is, the building. “But I would exchange a large part of my wealth,” he said, “to have back the. years I spent away from this house, and the friends of miAe who died at Troy, or were lost on the way home. “But I’m sorry for one friend in particular—for Odysseus. You must have heard the name. He did more than any of the others for me, and here I am home again, and nobody knows where he is, or whether he is alive at all.” The mention of his father brought sudden anguish to Telemachus, sudden because he had had his thoughts on Menelaos’ fine house. He was about to reveal his name

and his errand, when Helen entered from her vaulted room. How could it be? Yet it could, be no other! His mother-had been careful to tell him how old Helen was, and he knew what she had been through. He had expected Aphrodite, a sophisticated goddess, charming as sin. As she walked toward him he saw that she was young and maidenly, and he knew what Artemis must be like. With her came a girl who seemed older, but probably wasn’t. They called her Adraste. She set a chair for Helen, with a footstool, and brought her the wool for spinning in a golden basket set on wheels. Telemachus forgot his father, forgot his mother, forgot the suitors. All his life he tried to be sorry he forgot, but he never was. Helen greeted him, and took the wool in her hands, and extended the conversation as though Telemachus were a very old friend, or &i though she hadn't really noticed him yet. Then she let her hands fall in her lap.

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“Menelaos, I suppose we shouldn’t ask the stranger who he is before he is ready to tell us, but if he is willing, I'd like to make a guess at his name.” She looked straight at Telemachus, and he was so happy he felt foolish. “I did not know.” she said, “that two'people could be so much alike. Os course you see the resemblance, Menelaos?” “No, I don’t,” said Menelaos. “Oh, you must have, the moment he appeared!” “Perhaps I must, but I didn’t,” said Menelaos. “I’ll have to tell you, then—Odysseus,” said Helen. “Upon my word, I do see it now!” said Menelaos. “And I spoke to him of his father Just before you joined us; I noticed his interest in what I was saying. Upon my word! There’s no mistake, is there?” Menelaos looked at him, and he looked at Menelaos, and he noticed an expression on the older man's Xacs which hadn’t been there before

his wife came in. A suggestion of serenity, or almost that; of satisfaction, let us say. Telemachus admitted he was himself. But he wasn’t quite himself They talked for hours, or Menelaos did, and since there was no word of his father, Telemachus listened politely and watched Helen and her weaving hands, and his soul went out of him utterly. Then Helen said there had been talk enough, and Menelaos looked slightly rebuked, but used to It, and he asked Heltn if there wasn’t to be something for supper. J Helen came to the young man with a goblet of wine In her hand, and said: ( “Who drinks of this wine, they say, forgets all h 1 * sorrows forever. It comes from Egypt, where they know the secrets of herbs and drugs and charms, and there’s a magic In it!” He took It from her, his hand touched hers, and she smiled at him. It was as she had said; he forgot all his sorrows—as It seemed, for-

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