Suitor baits Telemachus, taunts him. It would be to Suitor’s advantage to have Telemachus “out of the way.” Telemachus is the primary obstacle between me and thus to the business. Suitor woos me with flowers and jewels, charms, muscles and seductive talk. He is dull. I cannot marry someone with only half the brain of Odysseus no matter the body and face.
My assistant is restless and the other assistant is sleeping with Suitor. Her tongue is treacherous, she knows far too much about too many in the household.
The night settles in. Deep hues of purple and red fade into the darkness. Shadows play in the gardens and on walls of castle. Sometimes the statues in the gardens feel alive, shifting in and out of their marble poses.
I close my eyes weary of this waiting, day in and day out.