the greek shall inherit

[allgreektome]

[Enter a Greek youth, newly come from Argos. He stops within sight of the mansion, gazing up at it in awe.]

Is this a temple of Athene? I fear it must be, or else I am ruined. With the Furies at my back, I am come, Athena. Apollo's decree done; ugly justice done. My sister eased, wed to my dearest friend Pylades, and yet my mother's murder haunts

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[mister_outis]

"Come, friend, stranger," says the wise and weathered Odysseus, holding out his hand in welcome. He is regal in his robes, a broad-shouldered Greek king. "When you have had your fill of meat and wine, and we have poured libations to the father, Zeus of thunder-- only then might you tell me of your name and lineage."

[allgreektome]

[There's power here, and something that reminds him of his father. He straightens, though the weariness of his journey bends him.]

You have the look of a warrior, of one accustomed to war, and offer me due welcome. How could I refuse you?

[mister_outis]

"Nay, refuse not," is the answer, unnecessary, with a flash of white teeth-- a smile. "I have been to war, was there to see the fall of Troy, and I have travelled long besides; I know how you must tire. Place down your burden, rest your tired limbs."

[allgreektome]

[There is recognition and respect in his eyes, at the mention of Troy. He has many questions, but the time for those shall come.]

If only, great commander, my burden were so easily placed down as these bags. But the fates have not let it be so.