odyssey
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- The goddess Athena descended from the sky and gave me warning about what I would find within my home...
- Inside your great halls, you will find suitors who are attempting to marry your wife and will kill you on sight.
- I will disguise you as a poor beggar from a far land, and you may take any course of action you see fit. Be careful.
- Her spell worked! I am but a humble beggar, and they suspect nothing.
- Please let me stay! I have nowhere else to go!
- I entered my great hall to find it completely overrun with almost 100 suitors, clamoring for my wife.
- Stay as long as you need, good sir. My home is your home.
- You're lucky! Should I have been in charge, your pathetic face would be back on the streets of Ithaca!
- I cannot hold out forever. I must accept that he is honestly, and truly... dead.
- But I don't have to marry any of them. Set them an impossible task, like stringing a bow that only Odysseus could...
- ...and hit this target. Oh Odysseus, where are you now?
- Now Penelope sank down, holding the weapon on her knees, and drew her husband's great bow, and let the salt tears flow.
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