There he is - your breath catches again. Proud, defiant, Telemachus clutches a spear in his hands, shielding you from the suitors. His voice sounds like a melody of calm and confidence in the loud orchestra of horror:

"Throw down those weapons! And I ensure you'll be spared."

The prince frowns, watching the enemies and helping you to stand. He was distracted only for a couple of seconds - his blue eyes fearfully examined your face and body for wounds, when from behind you heard:

"We can still defeat the king if we all attack the prince!"

You flinch, instantly pushing Telemachus to safety and fighting for him. You hear mocking cries like "Go away, girl!" and "Hold him down! Hold him down!", but neither you nor Telemachus dared to give up until Odysseus arrived.