The wind mounted in howling fury, and soon the blizzard was upon
him. He rushed southward, not daring to look back.
It was no longer the unseen companion alone he feared.
"You're back!", Zeus roared in evident surprise. "Well, yes,
you're back. Been expecting you. Eh, nothing unusual about
Medusa, I take it. I mean, nothing strange and, eh, stultifying?"
"A beautiful lady, sire. She welcomes your invitation, and
shall attend the ball."
"The ball, yes. She will attend the ball! Zounds! What to do?
Well, it may serve my purpose. I shall invite some special
friends. Oh yes, very special friends! My charming brother
Pluto. Serve him right. And a few other who have done me dirt.
The ball is in the third month. And Medusa is in such a mood
that month! Yes, I must invite some very special friends."
Zeus rubbed his hands together and smiled cherubically.
"Oh, Demo, of course you are invited."
What dreams do children dream?
Persephone sat quietly on a wooden bridge. Her legs dangled
down, her tiny white feet broke the surface of the stream. The
crystalline waters of the rivulet bathed them softly. A
hummingbird darted near the water's surface, a brilliant winged
jewel. At times it whirred motionless above the water. Then
angry at the reflected beauty below, dived heedlessly, only to
rise again as the rapid beat of its wings distorted the liquid
mirror.
Persephone smiled, watched with amused attention.
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