Guest Blogger- Telemakhos
We arrived at the great hall of Menelaos, where we were greeted by his stable hands and our noble horses were lead away. Menelaos realized that I was Odysseus' son, from my likeness to him, and started telling me about the amazing feats he did while in Troy, and from sheer admiration, half the people at the table started to weep for his loss, including me. We decided not to weep the night away, but to eat dinner and talk about Odysseus in the morning, so wine and food was passed round and we talked about other aspects of the war. The wine tasted especially sweet that night. The Helen talked, telling me about how my father had dressed up as a beggar and slipped into Troy, but she recognized him, housed him, helped him, and kept his secret from the Trojans, because she longed to leave Troy and go back to her family and house. Melenaos replied, telling us about the Trojan horse and how Odysseus helped keep quite all those in the horse so as not to give the position away. And as talk went on, we decided to go to sleep. In the morning, Menelaos asked me what I was here for, and I replied that I was looking for news about my father Odysseus, and Menelaos told me of how he was caught and left on an island by a goddess and how he made her mad enough for her to let him go off on his boats. When his story of danger was over, he asked me to stay 11-12 more days, but I had to decline, telling him that my quest was going to take me away from here and I must follow it. And with that, kindly Melenaos gave me some of the finest bowls and wine jugs, and I and Nestor's son were off on the quest, not knowing what was happening to my mother and the suitors back in my homeland...
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