What you want to do is join a circus. Now that
is the life. A three ring circus. The big top! Definitely, a
circus!"
"I have no delusions of grandeur. Don't you think that might be
presumptuous on my part. A little carnival would be sufficient."
"I have a . . . an acquaintance. I do believe we can have you
as the chief attraction in the center ring. In fact, I'm sure of
it. You would perform before the crown heads of Europe . . . I
mean, before Zeus and all the Gods on Olympus. Believe me, this
. . . acquaintance would be more than pleased to have you."
"Wonderful, wonderful! When can we start?"
"Right now. And if you'll let me ride on your back I think we
can make it in record time."
The gatekeeper was notably reluctant to allow their entrance.
Fortunately Hera was near and heard the argument. "Of course he
can come in. It isn't every day we have such handsome company.
And Zeus is looking forward to your return. He always is." She
said the last in a sardonic tone.
It puzzled Demo at times, how the words said one thing, but the
tone implied something quite different.
Hera announced them. "Zeus, your ringmaster and his chief
attraction have arrived."
Zeus, who was staring at his cups, looked up.
"Poor year for nectar. And now you're back. What else can go
wrong!"
The division had seemed fair and equitable. Zeus to receive the
Heavens, Poseidon the oceans, and himself the nether world. Oh,
they differed a bit in the dimensions, but when the dimensions
were so large what mattered it?
Pluto sat on his throne, reminiscing.
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