As Telémakhos hurried into town, Eumaeus and I (still disguised as a beggar) walked behind a while until we were confronted by the nasty goatherd, Melanthios. If only knew who I was!!! Loyal Eumaeus defended me… but I knew that it would get us no where to partake in such verbal banter.
Just shy of the palace, I spotted an old face. It just happened to be that of my dog, Argos, who, by my counting, would have been of 20 years!!! Poor thing was mistreated, smelly, and looked hurt and neglected. I wished that I could help my old friend…perhaps that would be the right thing to do, but I instead, had to leave him there to die because I couldn’t give myself away as Odysseus, Argos’ rightful master. Really, when it came down to it, I had to choose between the Good of Family and Self or the Good of A Helpless Friend. If I were to ask Athena, I think that she would say that I made a hard, but right decision, for I know that the family holds a special place in Athena’s heart.
As we finally got into my palace, I only then realized to what extent my palace had been overrun. Just to see if any of the suitors were righteous, we asked for scraps (OF MY OWN FOOD!)… we got leftovers from all but the bastard, Antinoos. After being appalled by both the verbal and the physical abuse from the suitors, sonny Telémakhos and I had had just about enough. But we stopped short before our tempers got the best of us because we knew that we must wait until the opportune moment before striking.
P.S.- It really feels like I’m waiting on the world to change before I can make my move…
Check out this song by: John Mayer called "Waiting On The World To Change"
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