No big chore, but it's only one of many."
Zeus shook his head.
"The moon, if I don't watch her, goes wandering off. Messes up
the tides terribly. Disconcerting to young lovers, too!"
He looked, head cocked to the side, at Demo.
"So, what may I ask, do you want here at Olympus?"
For a moment Demo was nonplused.
"Sire, I gathered you had sent for me. I came not of my own
volition. Perhaps some other has need of my services . . . ?"
"Somebody is playing games, and they are surely going to get
themselves into a mess of trouble. Yes! A mess . . . of . . .
trouble!" Zeus glanced around, a thoughtful expression on his
face.
A titter sounded from the inner hallway.
Zeus glanced at Demo to see whether he had noted the sound.
Demo was silent. Best to leave all surmises alone. After all,
he thought, who am I to criticize the dalliances of Zeus.
Zeus smiled.
"Anyway, you are here, so let's get you started on another
exciting excursion. By the way, you've really done remarkably
well, and I am proud of you. Here, let me give you a slight
token."
He thought a moment, smiled once more, and waved his hands
nonchalantly in the air. The medal was large and shiny as Zeus
slipped the supporting chain over Demo's head. Demo took the
medal in his hands, read the legend thereon. Although the words
were difficult to read in an inverted position he managed to
decipher them.
"For Ungodly Support to the Gods."
Zeus kissed him on one cheek, then the other.
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