So spake she, and commanded Eumaeus, the goodly swineherd, to set the bow for the wooers and the axes of grey iron.  And Eumaeus took them with tears, and laid them down; and otherwhere the neatherd wept, when he beheld the bow of his lord.  Then Antinous rebuked them, and spake and hailed them: 

’Foolish boors, whose thoughts look not beyond the day, ah, wretched pair, wherefore now do ye shed tears, and stir the soul of the lady within her, when her heart already lies low in pain, for that she has lost her dear lord?  Nay sit, and feast in silence, or else get ye forth and weep, and leave the bow here behind, to be a terrible contest for the wooers, for methinks that this polished bow does not lightly yield itself to be strung.  For there is no man among all these present such as Odysseus was, and I myself saw him, yea I remember it well, though I was still but a child.’

So spake he, but his heart within him hoped that he would string the bow, and shoot through the iron.  Yet verily, he was to be the first that should taste the arrow at the hands of the noble Odysseus, whom but late he was dishonouring as he sat in the halls, and was inciting all his fellows to do likewise.

Then the mighty prince Telemachus spake among them, saying:  ’Lo now, in very truth, Cronion has robbed me of my wits!  My dear mother, wise as she is, declares that she will go with a stranger and forsake this house; yet I laugh and in my silly heart I am glad.  Nay come now, ye wooers, seeing that this is the prize which is set before you, a lady, the like of whom there is not now in the Achaean land, neither in sacred Pylos, nor in Argos, nor in Mycenae, nor yet in Ithaca, nor in the dark mainland.  Nay but ye know all this yourselves,—­why need I praise my mother?  Come therefore, delay not the issue with excuses, nor hold much longer aloof from the drawing of the bow, that we may see the thing that is to be.  Yea and I myself would make trial of this bow.  If I shall string it, and shoot through the iron, then should I not sorrow if my lady mother were to quit these halls and go with a stranger, seeing that I should be left behind, well able now to lift my father’s goodly gear of combat.’

Therewith he cast from off his neck his cloak of scarlet, and sprang to his full height, and put away the sword from his shoulders.  First he dug a good trench and set up the axes, one long trench for them all, and over it he made straight the line and round about stamped in the earth.  And amazement fell on all that beheld how orderly he set the axes, though never before had he seen it so.  Then he went and stood by the threshold and began to prove the bow.  Thrice he made it to tremble in his great desire to draw it, and thrice he rested from his effort, though still he hoped in his heart to string the bow, and shoot through the iron.  And now at last he might have strung it, mightily straining thereat for the fourth time, but Odysseus nodded frowning and stayed him, for all his eagerness.  Then the strong prince Telemachus spake among them again: