Clotho was practicing her curtsies, Lachesis her bows. Atropos
smiled a broad smile, then a more reserved one, then tried a
calm yet quiet visage.
"Zeus, sir, I have them. I have them."
"Well done. Amazing. No! Not really. I always knew you had the
right stuff. Of course, to scavenge the items I fear you had to
terminate the owners. It is sad. Still, what can one do? Bring
them in, bring them in. Scissors, thread, and spinning wheel!
Wonderful, wonderful!"
"Oh, no sir. I didn't have to terminate them. In fact, they're
here. Come in ladies, and receive your welcome."
Zeus opened his mouth, closed it. He looked at the three
Sisters of Night. He looked at Demo.
"Yes, brought them with you. Yes, very thoughtful of you. Thank
you, my boy, thank you. Don't call me, I'll call you."
With that Demo found himself in his own home, in his own room,
rolling off his own bed with a thud.
Rough barked joyously, leaped upon him in frantic welcome.
"Ah, that Zeus! I really wish he'd not do it that way," he said
aloud. "Mother, I'm hungry!"
19. The Stables
"I'm delighted, my boy, that your chores are almost completed.
Delighted!" Zeus didn't look delighted. Rather, he seemed put
out. Jolly voice and all, but that scowl!
"Now, this next task. Represents a logistic problem, really.
Time consuming, rather than difficult. Your qualifications are
such that you'll have little trouble, I'm sure." Zeus smiled, as
though at some secret humorous thought.
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