The entrance to the dark kingdom lies on the far shore of
Oceanus. Nevertheless, there are secret ways, known to only the
few. This knowledge Ceres had.
Dark caverns and dread marked their way. Creatures not of this
world guarded narrow defiles, yet let them pass unharmed.
Sulfurous fumes that might have brought them to a deadly sleep
dissipated with their approach. Olden bridges, rotten and
decayed, crossed deep caverns, yet none gave way with their
weight. With each such success Theseus grew ever more alarmed.
"Friend, it is not as it should be! We are not opposed! Do you
remember the ambush of the Sileni? I fear we are being led on."
Pirithous listened, nodded.
"Such is my thought. Turn back, old friend. I shall press on
alone. For good or evil, my fate lies ahead, in the bowels of
this infernal region. Fare thee well, now go your way. And say a
prayer to Zeus for the success of my mission."
Theseus placed his hand on Pirithous' shoulder. "We have fought
many a battle, you and I. The times you have saved my life, and
I yours, are innumerable. If fate calls you yonder, then you
shall not go alone."
Would that loyalty and friendship were portents of success.
It was not to be.
Even the drawbridge was in place, and the great wooden door to
Pluto's castle, open. They entered warily.
Pluto grimaced in a friendly smile, if such it could be called.
"Welcome, for I have few such visitors. Come, join me.
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