How best to
extricate Zeus from an untenable situation came not to mind.
What to do? A really deplorable situation, with very little room
for maneuvering. My, what would Hera say!
Aha! An idea came to mind. A contest, to chose one from the
mob! Cut the problem down to size. What kind of contest?
Of course!
These, the most beautiful of women - what else? A beauty
contest!
A problem still remained. Who dare judge such a contest?
Certainly not Demo! He shivered at the thought. The anger of the
losers might well be vented on him. No, someone better qualified
must decide. It had to be someone impartial, and unassailable.
Someone not subject to feminine wiles.
But who?
Oddly enough, Cupid entered the throne room at that very
instant.
Demo smiled.
A child! Why, of course, a child! Who could be angry at the
decision of a child? And certainly a child would hardly be
swayed as might an adult.
"Cupid, my lad, I have a chore for you."
Cupid listened carefully, nodded in understanding, and agreed
to participate in this new game. He would indeed judge the
beauty contest.
"Janus, bring on the ladies, if you please."
The meeting did not go as planned.
The ladies entered. They sat around the room, stood, fidgeted.
Each was unique, beautiful in an individual way. In look and
action they differed. Yet they all did one thing in common.
They stared at Demo with undisguised desire, boldly caressing
him with ardent gazes.
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