In fact, he couldn't master them at
all.
With Zeus, merely to think an angry thought generated them.
They clustered, dark and ominous, above his head. Streaks of
lightning jumped from cloud to cloud.
Demo tried, but he could not really develop a seriously angry
thought. At one time he did almost generate a mild fog, thinking
about the fox-imp. With it's antic in mind, his better nature
overcame him, and he broke into laughter. Poor fox-imp. It had
been so concerned when Rough growled.
For two days were Zeus and Hera to vacation, and two trials
were imposed on Demo, one on each of those long days.
The first day Demo sat in the garden, relaxing, watching the
green grass grow. It was chore that pleased him, requiring
little physical or mental exertion. There are those who prefer
to sit and watch green grass wither. Not Demo. He really had no
mean bone in his body. At least, if he so had he to date hadn't
located it. Actually, he hadn't searched very thoroughly.
Nevertheless and regardless, here he sat, watching the green
grass grow. Occasionally he broke out his micrometer, measured a
blade or two. "I believe they are shirking. Hasn't changed a
single millimeter!"
Would that it could have lasted.
"Sire," Janus bowed. "There are two who would have your
counsel."
Demo nodded. "Oh, very well. Send them in. Oh, and bring me my
nectar."
The two who entered were unknown to him. One, the smaller,
limped.
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