The latter dodged quickly in surprise, and the arrow barely
scratched his skin.
"Oh, you are a beauty, you are. Ah, how that stings. Master
Pluto has great things in store for you, young hunter. Great
things! And how I shall enjoy serving them to you!"
He leaped from the tree, turning to his fox form before
touching the ground. For a moment he sat, scratching at the
wound with his hind leg. Rough rushed forward, growling, teeth
bared. The fox imp glanced quickly over his shoulder at the dog,
then dashed into the forest.
Demo stood silently in the mist and rain.
Can this really be happening? I have heard of such things, but
only in stories. I was sure they were only to frighten children.
And yet . . . and yet it is happening to me. Why to me? I don't
understand. I wish . . . .
"Demo, my goodness! You'll catch a terrible cold. Come inside.
Oh, you look so pale. Here, dry your head. And wrap up warm."
She hugged him to her, tousled his hair. "My, children never
grow up. Quick now."
Zeus was slowly entering comments in his diary, muttering under
his breath.
"The thoughts he had in his mind when he beheld the Goddess!
Dear, dear - unconscionable!" He stopped, noting Hera standing
by his side.
"Yes, Dear Husband. I'm sure you would not countenance any
unchaste thoughts on the part of this bumpkin."
He ignored the sarcasm in her voice.
"And was he, this youth, perchance handsome?"
"Handsome," he growled.
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