'Twas on the golf course of the Golden Isles,
and as result of his win Poseidon retains mastery of the seas.
Oceanus had the lead, then developed a nasty slice as they
neared the 15th hole."
"Oh, yes, it really was a nasty slice. Ball flew right off the
course."
"Golf, Poseidon, Oceanus? Who rules the watery domains as they
while away their time at such diversions?"
"I, your majesty. Great fun. Some minor problems. Washed away
the rock of Gibraltar, which Poseidon kindly replaced. And,
Sire, Poseidon invites you a golf match at your earliest
convenience, where he would negotiate with you over the bill you
submitted. I'd be more than pleased to run Olympus in your
absence."
"Yes, I understand." Zeus weighed the club in his hands, took a
hefty swing. "I'll surely join him. I doubt he knows that
Proteus gave me lessons years ago. 'Twill be a most enjoyable
game!"
He paused for a moment, eyes wide, as though watching a major
catastrophe. "You . . . in my absence!" With a frown he walked
toward the throne. "Where is my flagon of nectar. Good day, my
lad!"
The river Lethe flows dark and deep in the nether kingdom.
Strange stories of the power of those waters spread among
mankind.
One story was true.
Who drinks of those waters remembers no more.
Lost loves, friends, family - their vision fades away.
Hate, enemies, wars, catastrophes - all are gone.
Happiness, joy, taste of rare wines, flavor of good foods - all
fade.
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