leaving ithaca my presence is but patchwork in a corner of your tapestry neither mystic blue nor royal purple white nor black nor murderous red it has no place in the threadwork that tells your story i am she indeed but nobody has told you this i left my home for i could not wait did not wish to wait cast once more in the role of unwitting temptation the plum catch bound by custom to entertain all suitors who claimed hospitality as insolent honored guests he would have left again after an episode of indigestion a pretense of madness secretly stirring to be unmasked or a bout of violence against this party or that all rustlers and raiders like him for that was and remains still the source of their wealth how cunningly he stole and hoodwinked the best they said in the land and so a king but a vassal ever to avarice always waiting for his chance no matter how much he had amassed to answer its call my occupation while he fought his brawls stabbe...