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Donjeta and the Sea

Copyright© 2010 by BadFred

An Unusual Visitor

Penelope came to see me -- and she almost never came to see me.

"Donjeta, you need to prepare. Put on your finest clothes and come to the house, to the main hall."

"OK. Why? What's going on?"

I sat on a terrace set against the family cottage on the hill above the house. I wore a light woolen tunic, my legs bare. I was watching the harbor, the ships pulling in, the distant waves churning against the shore. A breeze blew, carrying the smell of flowers and the songs of birds.

"Mentes, an old friend of my husband, has come to visit. I will introduce you as Telemachus's wife. You will smile at him, play the good wife, and maybe sing him a song."

"Yes ma'am."

"You will not mention any of my -- other guests."

"Of course not, ma'am."

Penelope had many male guests. She plied them with wine and wealth, and her fading beauty. Her biggest attraction, though, was the fleeting hope for the crown of Ithaca, once held by her husband now lost at sea -- if she would only marry some man and pass on her wealth and influence.

Foolish men. She had one ambition, and that was for her son, my husband and master.

"I will send Eurycleia to help you prepare."

She turned and left. I went inside the cottage to choose a dress and await my friend.


I chose a dress finely spun, the color of the sea. Eurycleia wrapped a brocaded belt around my waist, then placed a simple gold chain around my neck. A large blue stone hung from it.

"This necklace was crafted by the gods."

"Oh?"

"I'm sure of it. Perhaps the work of Apollo, or even Hephaestus. Only an undying god could make something so fine."

I looked at the necklace. It was well made, but surely not beyond human skill. She went on.

"It was given to Odysseus by his father, taken in war in some foreign land."

Eurycleia turned me around facing her.

"You're a vision, Donjeta, as beautiful as any goddess."

I smiled. She embraced me and kissed my cheek. She stood back, holding my arms. She stroked my face.

"We needn't hurry," she said.

"Not now, Eurycleia. We'll head down to the house. Walk with me and tell me what you know of this Mentes."


Mentes was a chieftain of the Taphians, a land of warlike men, pirates and slavers. He had been a bosom friend of both the late Odysseus and his father, a partner on many raids. I looked at my necklace. Had it been taken on such a raid? Had it been pulled from the neck of a grieving wife, crying for her dying son, soon to be taken as a slave, soon to be raped?

I entered the room and greeted my husband, bowing my head.

"Telemachus, my dear husband."

"My dear wife. Mentes, friend of my father, this is she."

Mentes sat at his right hand in a chair only slightly smaller. He was old and weathered, with a trimmed gray beard and many scars. He was stocky, but even in his long, rich tunic, I could sense his strength. He spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

"Indeed young prince. She is all you promised."

Then he spoke to me.

"Donjeta, I'm told you have a beautiful voice. Would you sing for us?"

"Yes, dear friend of this house."

"Good. Perhaps my fine host would provide you with a lyre."

Telemachus nodded, and it was done.

"What should I sing?"

"Whatever the muse inspires you to sing."

Penelope, sitting opposite Mentes, broke in.

"Sing of my husband. Sing of Odysseus, and his cunning, his exploits. Sing of the riches he brought us, the lands conquered, the armies brought low."

I had been taught many such songs.

"Where should I start?"

"Wherever you want."

So I sang of Odysseus, man of cunning -- pirate, raider, and thief. I sang of his courage -- and knives in the dark. I sang of his generosity -- and woman dragged screaming from burning homes, handed over to his leering crew. I sang of all these things, and more. Telemachus and Penelope watched, their eyes glazed from wine.

Mentes sat still, peering at me with the slightest smile. The flickering firelight caught his eyes. They were gray.


"You go to the prince's chamber?"

It was Mentes speaking. He had found me in the hall, well into evening.

"Yes. He has requested me."

"I heard a story, Donjeta."

"Oh? What?"

"That you tried to kill the prince on your first meeting."

"You shouldn't believe every rumor you hear, dear Mentes."

"Oh -- but this rumor I heard from Zeus."

I got quiet. I didn't know the full measure of their barbaric gods, but I knew not to question Zeus. He went on.

"How has a daughter of Antiope been taken by one so -- well -- whatever Telemachus is? Surely he hasn't conquered the spirit of an Amazon."

Had he -- conquered my spirit? He'd taken my body. Mentes went on.

"When my dear sister heard that you were trapped here, she was overcome with rage -- and embarrassment, but Poseidon raised his voice! He's a friend of this family, my silly uncle, and Zeus forbade my sister to come."

Who was this man? He went on.

"However, Zeus did not forbid me. For you see, dear Donjeta, I'm not what I seem."

And he was not -- or she was not, for he became a she, before my eyes transformed; tall -- a hand taller than the tallest mortal women; beautiful -- beyond compare, beyond description; dark haired, with bright flashing eyes. She reached forward and touched me, the gentlest caress down the side of my face.

"Oh dear Donjeta, why have you allowed this?"

"I was afraid they'd kill me. Once he'd taken from me -- that -- what was left to fight for?"

"Your kind has never been afraid to die, and yes he took from you, but he did not take all."

I said nothing. She went on.

"Come Donjeta, the spirit is still in you. Yours is not to die here on rocky Ithaca, not from old age, a silly wife to a sillier man. Think of your mother and your sisters! Hear the cry of the horses! Come Donjeta, let it rise within you. Sharpen your knives. You were born for bloody war."

And I was. I felt a thrill pass through me. She must have seen it in my eyes.

"Yes Donjeta. That's it. Feel it."

She kissed me. Her eyes flared up, and she kissed me on the mouth.


"My father and my uncle must never notice you."

"I thought Zeus saw all things."

We hurried through the town. I held a knife and wore a horsehide tunic and leggings, trimmed with the fur of steppe foxes, all provided by the goddess. We could hear the cries of alarm behind us. Our absence was noticed.

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