1 Ulysses made no answer, but bowed his head and brooded.
2 On this Telemachus strode off through the yards, brooding his revenge upon the suitors.
3 This was his story, but Ulysses went on eating and drinking ravenously without a word, brooding his revenge.
4 Ulysses stood firm as a rock and the blow did not even stagger him, but he shook his head in silence as he brooded on his revenge.
5 Iphitus had gone there also to try and get back twelve brood mares that he had lost, and the mule foals that were running with them.
6 Thus brooding as he sat among them, he caught sight of Minerva and went straight to the gate, for he was vexed that a stranger should be kept waiting for admittance.
7 Meanwhile Telemachus was furious about the blow that had been given to his father, and though no tear fell from him, he shook his head in silence and brooded on his revenge.
8 There, then, Ulysses lay wakefully brooding upon the way in which he should kill the suitors; and by and by, the women who had been in the habit of misconducting themselves with them, left the house giggling and laughing with one another.
9 Vulcan was very angry when he heard such dreadful news, so he went to his smithy brooding mischief, got his great anvil into its place, and began to forge some chains which none could either unloose or break, so that they might stay there in that place.