Demo was released, quickly rolled over. He watched, wide-eyed,
as Prometheus unleashed his pent-up anger on his tormentor.
They fought long and hard, and feathers and blood mingled on
the valley's floor! At long last the eagle stood atop the giant,
its talons at his stomach!
Yet, even as it tore at the flesh of the giant, Prometheus
seized its throat in powerful hands, cut off the breath of life.
In moments the eagle lay dead!
Demo looked at the face of the conqueror. He shuddered!
The eyes of Prometheus still held unreasoning fear. No
semblance of reason was displayed in those haunted eyes! The
long, ever-enduring torment had not destroyed his body.
It had destroyed his mind!
The hope that man might once more have fire was dashed!
Prometheus, for all his size and strength, was helpless.
"Come, there is nothing left to do here. I'll help you. To
yonder stream."
Demo led him from the site, down to a green meadow where flowed
a quiet brook. There he washed the giant's wounds, gave him wine
to drink, watched him as he slept.
Like a child Prometheus followed Demo. At first ever watchful,
his frightened eyes on the sky. With time he relaxed, only
sporadically tensed, glanced anxiously upward.
He did not speak.
He did chores as directed. He searched for berries, edible
plants, honey. He fetched water from a nearby spring.
Within the immediate area he worked diligently. He would not go
beyond sight of Demo.
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