The Trunk Of The Olive Tree

So, after all is said and done... Penelope stands. And, it's weird for her not to believe that I'm truly here, with her now. I can accept that she might still be in shock, or maybe she is just being very careful. Either way... I proved myself for the last and final time when the issue of our bed came into play. Our bed is unique in the way that it was carved out of a tree coming through the house. Only I would know about that... she cleverly discussed the positioning of the bed... but I knew that it could not be moved. I wasn't going anywhere.

Our boy Telemakhos, set up our little wedding party... we wouldn't want the villagers to worry now, right? He, really has turned out to be a great son... good man.

For now, we are all happy... although I still have to deal with the suitors friends and family... hmmm... I also must travel inland and visit my father in order to fulfill the prophesy given to me at the Land Of The Dead.

For now,

This is Odysseus...

P.S.- All is well that ends well in our castle in Ithaca.