In early
morning it gave, opened!
Prometheus pulled against the links, and one arm was free. With
both hands he wrestled with the remaining chain on his left arm.
In moments the piton was freed from the mountain wall! Quickly
he wrestled with the leg irons, wrenched them from their place
against the cliff.
Prometheus, his bonds broken, glanced wildly around. His eyes
reflected fear, madness. He watched the skies, searching for
something fearful and inescapable.
But no eagle flew.
Demo motioned downward, toward the path leading to the valley
below. Quickly he led the way! "Follow me! Follow me! Quickly!"
Prometheus, walking awkwardly, using skills long lost to
captivity.
They reached the valley, began the long journey to the sea.
Suddenly they felt a shadow encompass them. Demo frowned.
Prometheus had thrown himself on the ground, curled up like a
child. He was sobbing.
Glancing toward the sky Demo realized why!
Now the eagle flew!
Closer and closer, its wings spread wide, it zoomed downward.
Its prey lay still, paralyzed by fear, waiting its strike.
Demo notched his arrow, loosed it against the huge bird.
The arrow struck home!
With an angry squawk the bird turned from its prey to its
attacker. Demo fell as it swooped near, rolled over!
Too late!
It had his leg, was pulling him aloft!
Prometheus, an expression of fear on his face, yet reached out,
seized the wing of his enemy. He pulled the eagle to the ground.
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