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So... a lot of time had passed.
A lot of time.

Most of which Penelope had spent weaving a single, singular piece of cloth.
It had been one huge demonstration in patience, and boredom.
That had been her side of it.

On Odysseus side, however, things had been a little crazy.

He had battled sea monsters and cyclopes. Avoided the lotuses, and the sirens.
He had on numerous occasions been forced to work against the stupidity of his own crew. Such as, but not limited to, the time they killed the exact cows that they had explicitly been told NOT to kill, the golden cows of Helios, and offered them to the gods… Helios in particular would really have appreciated that sacrifice… the time they opened a magical bag of wind, right when they were mere meters from Ithaca, which of course blew them all the way across the mediterranean sea… I could go on.
He had been down to the realm of the dead, and back.
He had wrangled himself out of the grips of numerous powerful women.
Most of that same stupid crew had died.

And now that he had finally returned, all the suitors plotted to kill him… and his son… for looking for him… because that is fair…

So.
The grey eyed goddess herself, Athena, had come through, and disguised him.
He went in as an old beggar.

Dropped some hints to Penelope.

She announced that she would hold a competition.
A competition where one essentially had to be just like Odysseus to win.
She would marry whoever could most effectively string Odysseus´ bow, and shoot an arrow trough a row of twelve axe heads.

Odysseus thought this was a good idea.

So the next day the competition started, and the suitors should quickly realize, this was a much stronger bow than they had anticipated.
Three men could not bend this bow enough to string it.

That is when the old beggar asked if, just for fun, he could try?

They laughed.
“Is this old bum going to do what we couldn’t?”
But they let him try.
While laughing.
He let them laugh.

Odysseus knew the way to this bow.
He strung it with no problem
Shot the arrow through all the axe heads, with no problem.

This is when the suitors realized that they were in deep trouble.
The more perceptive of them probably wished they hadn’t laughed.
That at least they could have graciously given the old man a try.
The old man that they now realized was Odysseus himself.
The disguise had fallen off him.

But all such considerations were futile at this point.
Because that is when Odysseus and his son killed them all.

Description

(first part )

So... a lot of time had passed.
A lot of time.

Most of which Penelope had spent weaving a single, singular piece of cloth.
It had been one huge demonstration in patience, and boredom.
That had been her side of it.

On Odysseus side, however, things had been a little crazy.

He had battled sea monsters and cyclopes. Avoided the lotuses, and the sirens.
He had on numerous occasions been forced to work against the stupidity of his own crew. Such as, but not limited to, the time they killed the exact cows that they had explicitly been told NOT to kill, the golden cows of Helios, and offered them to the gods… Helios in particular would really have appreciated that sacrifice… the time they opened a magical bag of wind, right when they were mere meters from Ithaca, which of course blew them all the way across the mediterranean sea… I could go on.
He had been down to the realm of the dead, and back.
He had wrangled himself out of the grips of numerous powerful women.
Most of that same stupid crew had died.

And now that he had finally returned, all the suitors plotted to kill him… and his son… for looking for him… because that is fair…

So.
The grey eyed goddess herself, Athena, had come through, and disguised him.
He went in as an old beggar.

Dropped some hints to Penelope.

She announced that she would hold a competition.
A competition where one essentially had to be just like Odysseus to win.
She would marry whoever could most effectively string Odysseus´ bow, and shoot an arrow trough a row of twelve axe heads.

Odysseus thought this was a good idea.

So the next day the competition started, and the suitors should quickly realize, this was a much stronger bow than they had anticipated.
Three men could not bend this bow enough to string it.

That is when the old beggar asked if, just for fun, he could try?

They laughed.
“Is this old bum going to do what we couldn’t?”
But they let him try.
While laughing.
He let them laugh.

Odysseus knew the way to this bow.
He strung it with no problem
Shot the arrow through all the axe heads, with no problem.

This is when the suitors realized that they were in deep trouble.
The more perceptive of them probably wished they hadn’t laughed.
That at least they could have graciously given the old man a try.
The old man that they now realized was Odysseus himself.
The disguise had fallen off him.

But all such considerations were futile at this point.
Because that is when Odysseus and his son killed them all.