moment. I had wanted to say something to him before he left, but no words had come.
Telegonus bumped at my elbow. “What did Hermes mean, ‘Telemachus’ inheritance’?”
I shook my head. Just that morning, I had seen the first green buds of spring. Athena had timed it well. She came as soon as she could make Telemachus sail.
“I am surprised the spell takes three days to undo. Can’t you use that—what’s it called? Moly?”
I turned to him. “You know my spells are governed by my will. If I let go, they will fall in a second. So no, it does not take three days.”
He frowned. “You lied to Hermes? Won’t Athena be angry when she finds out?”
His innocence could still frighten me. “I do not plan to tell her. Telegonus, these are gods. You must keep your tricks close or you will lose everything.”
“You did it so they would have time to talk,” he said. “Penelope and Telemachus.”
Young he was, but not a fool. “Something like that.”
He tapped his finger on the shutters. The lions did not stir; they knew the noise of his restlessness well. “Will we see them again? If they leave?”
“I think you will,” I said. If he heard the change I made, he said nothing. I could feel my chest heaving a little. It had been so long since I had spoken to Hermes, I’d forgotten the effort it took to face down that shrewd, all-seeing gaze.
He said, “Do you think Athena will try to kill me?”
“She must swear an oath before she comes, she will be bound by it. But I will have the spear, in case.”
I made my hands work through their chores, plates and washing and weeding. When it began to grow dark, I packed a basket of food and sent Telegonus to find Penelope and Telemachus.
“Don’t linger,” I said. “They should be alone.”
He reddened. “I’m not an idiot child.”
I drew in a breath. “I know you are not.”
I paced while he was gone. I could not explain the stinging tension I felt. I had known he would be leaving. I had known all along.
Penelope returned when the moon rose. “I am grateful to you,” she said. “Life is not so simple as a loom. What you weave, you cannot unravel with a tug. But I think I have made a start. Is it wrong of me to confess that I enjoyed watching you set Hermes back?”
“I have a confession of my own. I am not sorry to let Athena twist for three days.”
She smiled. “Thank you. Again.”
Telegonus sat at the hearth fletching arrows, but he had scarcely managed a handful. He was as restless as I was, scuffing at the stones, staring out of the window at the empty garden path as if Hermes might appear again. I cleaned the tables that did not need cleaning. I set my pots of herbs now here, now there. Penelope’s black mourning cloak hung from the loom, nearly finished. I could have sat and worked awhile, but the change of hands would show in the cloth. “I am going out,” I told Telegonus. And before he could speak, I left.
My feet carried me to a small hollow I knew among the oaks and olives. The branches made good shade, and the grass grew soft. You could listen to the night birds overhead.
He was sitting on a fallen tree, outlined against the dark.
“Do I disturb you?”
“No,” he said.
I sat beside him. Beneath my feet the grass was cool and faintly damp. The owls cried in the distance, still hungry from winter’s scarcity.
“My mother told me what you did for us. Both now and before. Thank you.”
“I am glad if it helped.”
He nodded, faintly. “She has been three leagues ahead, as always.”
Over us the branches stirred, carving the moon into slivers.
“Are you ready to face the gray-eyed goddess?”
“Is anyone?”
“You have seen her before, at least. When she stopped the war between your father and the suitors’ kin.”
“I have seen her many times,” he said. “She used to come to me when I was a child. Never in her own form. I would notice a quality to certain people around me. You know. The stranger with overly detailed advice. The old family friend whose eyes shine in the dark. The air would smell like buttery olives and iron. I would speak her name and the sky would glow bright as polished silver. The dull things of my life, the hangnail on my thumb, the suitors’ taunts, would fade. She