Demo looked at the chains, at his boltcutter.
It was too small!
He examined the pitons that maintained the chains in place.
Hammered deep in the rock, they seemed mounted to last forever.
Demo shook his head. What could be done?
At that moment he heard a strange sound, growing ever louder.
Looking upward he saw an object. It fell from the sky, swifter
and swifter still.
And then, wings spread, in eagle form it lashed at its assigned
prey!
The mountains trembled at the thunderous scream of the tortured
giant. He quivered, threw himself against the bonds that held
him!
Agony on his face, he screamed once more!
Demo put hands over ears to escape the misery and pain that
voice held. It did not suffice!
He looked, grief-stricken, at the bleeding, gaping wound. He
gazed in wonder at the pain-filled face, the reddened eyes!
Prometheus eyes closed. Sweat poured from his brow. Slowly he
slipped down, unconscious from the pain. Only the chains
supported him.
"Zeus, that you could impose such horror! I cannot understand!
But he shall be freed! I must act quickly!" Demo talked to
himself as he worked.
Though his boltcutter was useless Demo was not ready to give
up. He took hammer and metal chisels from his pack, began to
work on the most worn of the links of chain.
Even as he worked he noted the change in Prometheus. The wound
healed! By nightfall no sign remained, except the fearful scars,
to show that the vicious attack had ever occurred!
Tomorrow, the eagle would return!
The boy worked throughout the night on the link.
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