Then wise Penelope answered her:  ’Dear nurse, boast not yet over them with laughter.  Thou knowest how welcome the sight of him would be in the halls to all, and to me in chief, and to his son that we got between us.  But this is no true tale, as thou declarest it, nay but it is one of the deathless gods that hath slain the proud wooers, in wrath at their bitter insolence and evil deeds.  For they honoured none of earthly men, neither the good nor yet the bad, that came among them.  Wherefore they have suffered an evil doom through their own infatuate deeds.  But Odysseus, far away hath lost his homeward path to the Achaean land, and himself is lost.’

Then the good nurse Eurycleia made answer to her:  ’My child, what word hath escaped the door of thy lips, in that thou saidest that thy lord, who is even now within, and by his own hearthstone, would return no more?  Nay, thy heart is ever hard of belief.  Go to now, and I will tell thee besides a most manifest token, even the scar of the wound that the boar on a time dealt him with his white tusk.  This I spied while washing his feet, and fain I would have told it even to thee, but he laid his hand on my mouth, and in the fulness of his wisdom suffered me not to speak.  But come with me and I will stake my life on it; and if I play thee false, do thou slay me by a death most pitiful.’

Then wise Penelope made answer to her:  ’Dear nurse, it is hard for thee, how wise soever, to observe the purposes of the everlasting gods.  None the less let us go to my child, that I may see the wooers dead, and him that slew them.’

With that word she went down from the upper chamber, and much her heart debated, whether she should stand apart, and question her dear lord or draw nigh, and clasp and kiss his head and hands.  But when she had come within and had crossed the threshold of stone, she sat down over against Odysseus, in the light of the fire, by the further wall.  Now he was sitting by the tall pillar, looking down and waiting to know if perchance his noble wife would speak to him, when her eyes beheld him.  But she sat long in silence, and amazement came upon her soul, and now she would look upon him steadfastly with her eyes, and now again she knew him not, for that he was clad in vile raiment.  And Telemachus rebuked her, and spake and hailed her: 

’Mother mine, ill mother, of an ungentle heart, why turnest thou thus away from my father, and dost not sit by him and question him and ask him all?  No other woman in the world would harden her heart to stand thus aloof from her lord, who after much travail and sore had come to her in the twentieth year to his own country.  But thy heart is ever harder than stone.’

Then wise Penelope answered him, saying:  ’Child, my mind is amazed within me, and I have no strength to speak, nor to ask him aught, nay nor to look on him face to face.  But if in truth this be Odysseus, and he hath indeed come home, verily we shall be ware of each other the more surely, for we have tokens that we twain know, even we, secret from all others.’