II.
contrary to legend, the brothers never died from exhaustion nor from Apollo's quixotic mercy but they did sleep well for two nights as their mother rambled on in the dark
they left Delphi crestfallen and slumped into the harness on the third morning, glanced at the mumbling woman and headed back to the farm
commentary:
looking northwest from the farm you can see where in another age the edge of a glacier left a row of rocks arrayed in a frozen line still marching south.
looking to the east you can still find the place where a train of oxen-drawn Conestogas stopped long enough for my great-grandmother to be born.