thumpthunksplat One by one they fell. The men, who had abused his wife’s good grace, who came to take his throne. Suitors? bullshit Notching another arrow Odysseus sets off down the hallway. By his count, only one man was left, if he had heard the rumors right. 107 dead, one left. He had run in the direction of the bedchambers. he’s trying to reach them- if he does, he’ll take advantage. Kill my son, deflower my daughter, assault my wife. Penelope was that way, Telemachus was, was- A scream tore through the dark. Kicking in the door, he sees the last man looming over a young woman. For a moment, he thought that was his wife. But, no, when they first met maybe over 30 years ago. But that was- His daughter. He didn’t bother with the bow- he ran and tackled the attacker off his child.