“Mypowersarelimited”saidthelittlemaedly.“IuseditalluptosavethetwoguyssoIdon’thavea.”
“eon.Think.Thinksomemore.Isthereanyicpowerthatyoustillhave?”insistedVio,notwillingtogiveup.“Youmayhavelostthebigpowerthattakesupalotofyourstrength,suchasresurregthedead,butperhapsyoustillretainsomesmallones.Whoknows?Evensmallonesmayeinhandysometimes.”SeeingViosoiedinhispowers,Mr.Fingersaidimpudently,
“Letmerackmybrainsaiodoso,Imustfirstmakelovewithyou.Perhapsthatwillinspireme.”Viodidnotrefuse.Thetwoofthemhadbeenapartforquitesometimeandbothhadaloneedforsatisfa.Theywentatitvigorouslyformostofthenightuntiltheywereexhaustedandfelsleepcspedineachother’sarms.Headonthepillow,ViostilldidnettoadmonishMr.Finger,
“Think.Thinkagain,myloveaboutowersyouhave.Iwanttoavengemymother.Iwantitverybadlyasyouknow.”
“Yes.Yes,Iknow.Iwillrackmybrainsagain.Perhapssomethingwilleup.It’ste.Let’ssleep.”
Viowokeupatthecrackofdawm.Rubbinghersleepyeyes,sherememberedthatsomethingbigposedtohappenthatday.Slippingoutofbed,shewalkedovertothetreeholeandlookedoutatthegoldpace.Shesawthefurhefootofthemountainweregoingatfullbstandmanysmallboatswerebusysailingtoandfrironingotsandfirewoodforthefurnaces.
“Somethingimportantisgoingonthere,”shethought.“Iamgothereandseeformyself.”SheturnedandwasabouttoleavewhenshesawMr.Fiillfastasleeponthebed.“Thislittlemanisfulloftricks.Hemaybesmallinstaturebutheiscrafty,ingandfullofguile.Hemaybeabletothinkofsomethiome.Imusttrolhimtightlyinthepalmofmyhand”thoughtVioassheclimbeddowreehouse.Shebrushedasidethedrygrasscealiraoherhomeandwalkedout.Onceagainshegedherbodytothatofanormal-sizedwoman.Sheshiveredinthecoldearlymairandwalkedquicklytowardsthebankofthekeandrememberedtodisguiseherbeautifulfaceagainwithdirtandsoil.Sheuntiedherboat,jumpedinandrowedtowardsthegoldpace,easilyminglingwiththeflowofsmallboatsgoingtowardsthesamedestination.Ond,shejoiheranksofthosecarryingfirewood.
Atthistime,KingDimitri’srge,doubletailedsailboatarrivedatthemiddleoftheke.Likethedaybefore,hewasdressedforbattlewithhisswordathiswaist,hismagicbowacrosshisshouldersandhisquiverofarrowsonhisback.MedusaaeFairystoodbyhisside,buttherestofthebeautieswereihetoprotectthemfromthestingingcoldoftheearlyspringdawn.Hisflyinghorse,Lightning,stoodatthestern.Thefurhefootofthemountaihredhotfmes.Dozensyoungmenwerebusilysteppingonthebellows,blowingairontothefiretofanthefmeswhichhadturnedfromredtoblue,raisiemperatureevenhigher.Theywerewearingsturdyleathergarmentsforproteandweresweatingprofuselyinspiteofthecoldspriher.Thepalelightofearlydawngraduallyappeared.Itwasdaybreak.Astrangefigure,talndhusky,emergedfromthehazymistbingtheforestandwalkedslowlyforward.Asinglehornprotrudedoopofhishead.Hehadonehugeeyeonhisforeheadandahebackofhishead.Hewasbare-chestedandbare-footed,wearingonlyaleopardskinaroundhiswaist,hisbulgingmusclesdemonstratedtheboundlessenergyofhisbody.ItwasCyclops.Hisappearancecausedaotionamongthecroerewelwareofhisreputationandmanyhadsufferedathishands.Theyfellbasternationandfear.
Medusa’ssharpeyessawCyclopsthemomentheappeared.Sheleaptintotheair,turebckbirdaowardsnd.Onreachedherdestination,shesomersaultedintheairanddroppeddownbeforeCyclopsinherhumanform.
“Youarehere,Cyclops.Youkeptyourword.”
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