Odysseus, draw the bow.

A traitor died.

Deeds, great Odysseus, deeds are hacking to shreds Penelope's prison.

The years vanish off him like snow in the warmth of a fire, clear purpose shining in his

Face.

Death has come to this house.

Crafty Odysseus has put off his disguise and confronts the enemies of Ithaca in all his...

pride and strength.

Odysseus, strike again!