Pigs in the dark beyond the firelight, restless and known. Eumaeus has tended them for two decades. He sorts them by size and age. He turns down offers from buyers because they are not his to sell. They belong to a king he believes is still alive. The herd is the proof of his faith. He stands here in the dark with the pigs and the fire and says, in his quiet way: I remember you, I still believe. The pigs do not know this. They are pigs. But they are the most honest accounting of loyalty in the whole story.
Eumaeus's Pigs
The swineherd's herd. Penned by size and age, fed and kept for a master twenty years gone. They are the work of loyalty made flesh.