The funeral was a somber and respectful affair, with the men of Ithaca gathered together to say farewell to their fallen king. Odysseus’ body was placed on a funeral pyre, surrounded by offerings and weapons, to honor his legacy. The women of Ithaca, led by Penelope, stood by, their eyes red from tears.

The men stood in respect, the silence only interrupted by the occasional sniffle and the crackle of the flames.

Ajax stood among the other men, his arms crossed and his face a mask of confusion and bewilderment.

Ajax the greater: "I don’t understand, what is going on?"

he muttered under his breath, glancing around at the mournful faces of the other men.

His mind raced with questions, but he didn’t dare ask them aloud in such a solemn setting as the men were singing in the background and you, well drinking wine.

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