No Man Comes Home II — The Son Sent Out
In the second canto of No Man Comes Home, Telemachus leaves Ithaca not as a hero, but as a son forced into motion by a house that will not correct itself.
He had crossed the sea to discover that absence had a body.
That was almost worse.
That night, in the shining house of another king, Telemachus lay awake and understood that news is not restoration. The world beyond Ithaca had honoured his father, enlarged him, confirmed him, preserved him in story, and still none of it placed a hand on the son’s shoulder. He had wanted certainty. He had received scale.
Scale is a cold gift.
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