“What for?” gasped Eros.
“Oh, for sport.”
There was a moment’s silence. Then Eros spoke in a hard, unnatural voice. “I will go back to my work, Zeus, and do it better than ever, if you will not kill Psyche.”
“Very well,” said Zeus kindly. “I don’t want to be disagreeable; as long as I kill somebody, it doesn’t matter. Now, trot along to your work, my boy, and I won’t kill Psyche.”
So the boy went back to his work, and did it better than ever.
“That was a good idea of yours, Co.,” said Zeus, after a moment’s pause.
“Very much may be done by kindness,” replied Co. “Don’t you think this throne of mine looks a little shabby beside yours?”
“I’ll give the order to have it regilded,” said Zeus affably.
But, if things go on like this, it will be “Co. & Zeus” soon.
It’s getting late; time for me to take Zeitgeist home again.