Five places along the way home: Troy in the quiet after the war, the harbours of Phaeacia, the palace splendour of Sparta and the ordered storerooms of Pylos, and at last a worked island estate on Ithaca. Everything you are asked to find is something that world actually held — a boar's tusk helmet, a Linear B tablet still soft from a scribe's stylus, a Mycenaean stirrup jar of olive oil, a carved sealstone worn at the wrist. No gods on stage and no monsters: only the Late Bronze Age Aegean, drawn close enough to search.