Son of Laertes and the Gods of Old, Odysseus Master of landways & Sea ways Dissemble to your son no longer now
You are no Longer what you were just now your cloak is new: even your skin you are one of the gods who rule the sweep of heavenbe king to us we'll make fair oblation and gifts of hammered gold. Have mercy on us
No god why take me for a god? No No I am that father whom your boyhood laked and sufferd pain for lack of. I am he.
You cannot be my father Odysseus meddling spirits conceived this trick to twist the knife in me no man women born could work these wonders by his own craft, unlesss a god came in to it with ease to turn young or old at will I swear you were i rags and old and here you stand like one of the immortals.
Only plain truth I shall tell you, child Great seaferers, The Phaeacians, gave me passage. as they gave other wanders
Dear Father tell what kind of vessal put you ashore on ithaca? your sailors whoe were they? I doubt you made it walking on the sea
I'll tell you now suppose athenas arm is over us, and zeus her fahters arm , must i rack my brains for more.
Those two are great defenders, no one doubts it, but thrond in the serene clouds overhead other affairs of men and gods they have rule over.
I shall signal you nodding at that point round up all the armour lances, gear of war left in are hall and stow the lot away back in the storeroom
It will work trust me Now get moving.
Aee you sure this will work I thought we had a better plan then this.