They want you to know they
grow weary of the depths of Tartarus. They would breathe the air
of earth, drink the nectar of Olympus. Lift your decree of
banishment, Zeus. What manner of child are you, to so treat your
aged parents! Remember you not, your happy childhood?"
For a moment Zeus stood silent, head bowed.
"You weave your words with delicate care, Megalith. I know it
is not for my parents you seek these things. You, who were born
in Tartarus, would have these worlds as your own. You would have
the Gods of Olympus give obeisance, the children of man serve
you."
Megalith reached down, patted the third head of Cerberus. The
dog snapped at his hand, and he withdrew it quickly, scowled.
"You recall, Zeus, when you allowed me to visit Olympus, when I
gave you the pup Cerberus?"
"I recall well. I was yet a child in many ways. Now, I have
matured, Megalith. Gifts do not buy my favor."
"And do you recall I left with you, also, the jug of the best
wine of Tantalus?"
"Good wine it was! A most amazing brew! To what purpose is your
question?"
"You drank of the jug, and it brought you dreams of Hera, and
of others. And even now those dreams return to tease your mind.
The wines of Tantalus will return, time after time. Nor can you
avoid them. Sleep now, Zeus, in a drunken stupor as the wine
works its magic."
Megalith smiled.
Indeed Zeus stretched out on the greensward, Cerberus whining
as he lay down beside him.
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