Based on the epic simile, the reader should envision Penelope as a queen who is

"My lady, never a man in the wide world should have a fault to find with you. Your name has gone out under heaven like the sweet honor of some god-fearing king, who rules in equity over the strong: his black lands bear both wheat and barley, fruit trees laden bright, new lambs at lambing time - and the deep sea gives great hauls of fish by his good strategy, his folk fare well."