Strife was her special butt; she tempted and teased and provoked him incessantly, and often sent him into towering rages. Then he tried to wring her neck, for he knew not that she was his daughter. But she always escaped, laughing, from the blind man, and mocked him.
The world was enchanted with her. It lay at her feet and adored her as a goddess; and this goddess was Falsehood.
THE INEXORABLE.
The Inexorable.
