Odysseus is restless, and his nightmare has left her sleepless.
The burial shroud, finally completed, moulders among Laërtes' bones.
Her eyes rest a moment on the funerary stele, then return to the sea.
Telemachus married now, lives in the land of her former rival.
A love stronger that the combined enchantments of Circe and Calypso holds her beloved son at an unbearable distance.
In the restless dawn Penelope whispers her prayers, hoping to unravel the knot of resentment that rests within the matronly curve of her belly.