Dayandnightintergeintheskies.Nowtheever-rotatihwasgraduallyturningtowardsnight.Thesunhadjustsetandthemoonrose.Fromtheearliesttimes,whenthesuhemoo;whenthemoohesuhisalternationfromsuntomoonwaslikeanintricateinstrumentoftheuniverse,movingsilentlyandsoundlessly,showingthatthegreatearthwastumultuousaless.KingDimitri’spacewasedihisgrandandmagnifitpacecrackledasitburned.Whenthepilrscrasheddown,therewereearth-shakingnoisesandthegroundshivered.
Highintheskiesthetwobeautifulnymphs,ClementineandCharmaine,livedinthepathemoon,oftenthinkingofKingDimitriandtheiroldpanionsintheKingdomofDreams.Musiotesfromtheharpfilledthepacewhichwasbuiltofsnowwhitejadeandpureclearcrystal.Notfarawaytherewasayounggirl,dressedinawhitetunic,withonlyabeltatherwaist,dispyingherbeautifulfigure.Herlusciouslonghairfelltohershouldersasshehadjustbeenbathinginthenearbyriver.Inherhandwasabamboobasketofmulticoloredfreshflowersshehadjustpicked,addingbrightnessandgaietytotheeretchofpurewhiteofthemoon.ThegirlwasCharmaiheonepyingtheharpwastheothermistressofthemooine.Charmainewalkedbarefootedonthesmoothwhiteground.Shewentupthestep,pushedopenthedoorain.Pigaflowerfromherbasket,shestuckitinthehairofthegirlpyingtheharp.Clemeoppedpying.Sheloweredherhandstoherpandwasstill.
“What’swyou,Clementine?”askedhersister.“Fromyourmusihearyouareperturbedandupset.”
“Yes,yht.SomehowIfeeltense,nervousandafraidtodayandIdon’tknowwhy.IamafraidsomethinghashappeoKingDimitriandhisKingdom.”
“No,Idon’tthinkso.Perhapsit’sbecausetheyarealwaysonyourmind.Whydooyourmirroraheyaredoing?Thatwillsetyourmindatrest.Wehaven’tseenoursistersinthepaceforquitesometimenow.”
“Yht”noddedClemehetwoofthemwalkedovertothewindowsandlookedintothemirroronthedressingtable.TheyweregreatlyarmedtoseethatKingDimitri’spacewasinfmesandhebeautieswereanywhereinsight.Theysawthatgoldpacehadbeenstrippedofitsironcoatingandwasglowingbrightlyuhemoon.I,alotofbarbariansoldiersweremovingabout,talking,ughiinganddrinkingiion.
“Ohno!”saidCleme’sjustasIthought.Thingshavegoerriblywrohepacehasbeenburntdown.IwonderwhathashappeoKingDimitriandthebeauties.Whatshouldwedo...?KingDimitriissomeoneourfatherZeusthinkshighlyof.Charmaine,whydon’tyoureporttofatherZeusthatKingDimitri’spacehasburneddownandhiswhereaboutsunknown.Iwillgodowntothemundaneworldaishappening.”
“Good!That’sagoodidea.”Sayingso,theybothleftthepathemoon
ViosatohroneuherounddomeofthegoldpacewithCyclopsstandingguardoher.Myriadsofcampfiresdottedthesquareoutside,whileshadowsofpeopleinsidebusilywalkingtoandfrocouldbeseen.Acctothesofthesebarbariantribes,everyoheredtocelebrateamajorvictory.Theywouldeatanddrinktoexcessandindulgeinsexualieswheretheycoupledwithmultiplepartnersmadlyandwithabandon.Atthismomenttheyweregatheredingroupsaroundthecampfires,immersedinalcohol,lustandfranticrevelry.Viosatsilentlyohroallyingupthegainsandlossesoftheday.Ontheplusside,KingDimitri’spacehadburntdowntotheground,thepeoplehavebeendrivenintothesurroundinghillsandmountains,Medusahasbeenbadlywoundedandisoutofissionfortheermsofarasbeingaforcesheandustrewithised.ButMedusa’swoundthoughsevereisnotlife-threatening.Itwillheandonedayshewillbebackforherrevethehought,
“Ihavehernemesis,themagicbowandarrow,sowhydoIofearher?“HerthoughtsturoMr.Finger.
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