The bow was still in the hand of Odysseus. He poured the arrows out of the quiver at his feet. He threw off the rags and his true shape stood there.
“I am Odysseus, king of Ithaca. I have come back after twenty years to take my house.” The color went out of the faces of the suitors.
Antinous was just reaching for his cup. Odysseus loosed the arrow he already had aimed, and it went straight through him.