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Now he recognises at last that thing in her that he can name, respect even, understand.
He looks at Penelope and sees the face of his enemy.
And he smiles.
He smiles as he once smiled when Paris stepped forward to the fight, although goodness knows that didn't really worked out.
He smiles as Achilles once smiled upon Hector, as Agamemnon smiled to behold the walls of Troy

"Well then - let me ask you- as a loving uncle, as a loyal servant, humble supplicant to our great king of kings, Orestes of Mycenae, your noble master, my beloved nephew.
Let me ask you then. Let me ask.
Where the fuck is Orestes?"

At page 273, the murder mystery week-end starts, at last !
This book is so slow, it ruins the good parts of the book