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Tymon, Frank

"The Tarn of Eternity"

"
Demo waited, but plainly she wanted him to ask.
"Yes, mother, what is it I will see?"
"The field, the very field where Cadmus sowed the dragon's
teeth. It grew him a dreadful crop, it did."
"Warriors! They sprang up from the ground! Fully armed, ready
for battle. Big, burly, rascals all. And he didn't even have to
water or fertilize. I wonder how big they might have been if he
had used fertilizer?"
"Vicious tempers, though. Hardly spoke a civil word to him or
each other before they were hard at it, fighting like children.
He just stood and watched openmouthed. Couldn't believe adults
would behave so abominably. Did I pronounce that right?"
"Yes, mother, I think you did."
"Thank you. I really need to review my English - eh, Greek. One
does forget, you know."
"Cadmus, mother, and the dragon's teeth?"
"They went bonkers, killed each other off, except for half a
dozen. They looked around, and one said 'Hey, you could get hurt
out here.' and they walked off the field over to Cadmus. He put
them to work building some kind of city, Planned to live there,
I think. Anyway, he got one of the God's peeved. Wasn't too
smart, Cadmus."
"Really, mother. What happened?"
"Turned him and his wife into serpents. Kind of poetic justice
I suppose. He comes slithering around this way every so often. I
don't mind, cause he kills the mice. It is a little
disconcerting when he starts talking about the good old days,
though.


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