Read the passage from The Odyssey - AmphimedonThe swineherd led him to the manor laterin rags like a foul beggar, old and broken,propped on a stick. These tatters that he worehid him so well that none of us could know himwhen he turned up, not even the older men.We jeered at him, took potshots at him, cursed him.Daylight and evening in his own great hallhe bore it, patient as a stone.