She knew.
There, by the tarn, the tragedy would end.
7. The Curse of Cronus
"My dear, it is but reasonable. It is the curse of Cronus, that
even the Gods shall age." He sighed.
"I have, in my infinite wisdom, ameliorated that curse to a
degree. The aging process is slowed, and eons are only days.
Still, aging continues. No, basically, it is not practical to
completely counter the process. I've certainly given it careful
thought. Do you think I enjoy it. Just look at me!"
Zeus frowned, paused in deep thought. Using his cane he limped
slowly to his throne.
"You really shouldn't be so upset. Look at what it's doing to
me? Zeus - with a cane? Ridiculous!"
"But, sire, would you but look at me! How can I stand the
humiliation. Just look at me!" Venus stamped her foot in
exasperation.
"Yes, my dear, I am looking. Oh, yes! Eh, to be honest, I can't
even see a single wrinkle. Just a moment, let me put on my
eyeballs." He adjusted his bifocals carefully on his nose.
"My dear, you look delectable. Wrinkles! Bah!"
"You jest. I saw it only this morning. Right here, on my
forehead. Do examine me more closely."
Zeus pursued his examination with great gusto, until the
entrance of Hera distracted him. Gruffly he growled, "Well, if a
wrinkle is there, it is a beautiful one. Let me see? Ah, I have
it. I shall send for expert advise. Rest assured, I'll solve the
problem."
Hera watched suspiciously, finally spoke as Venus departed.
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