Telemachus, filled with the recuperative powers of the young, recovered swiftly. Soon enough, he was hobbling around the palace again. I was his constant shadow, keeping a cautious eye on him, always wary. The news that the gods could still have designs on Telemachus was never far from my mind. It made me anxious, even jumpy and at times, and I caught myself growling at a strange scent or even an unusual sound. His leg was healing cleanly and the healer explained that although he might walk with a slight limp, Telemachus would otherwise make a full recovery. Like Penelope and Eumaeus, I couldn’t have been happier. I recovered just as quickly or possibly even more so. My sides knitted and it no longer pained me to run or jump. I began to thirst for a time when Telemachus and I could go hunting together or even just walk down to the beach. Telemachus tired easily though. He certainly wasn’t up to any strenuous exercise and wouldn’t be for some time. Even a walk down the steep path to the beach was too much for now.
