It was the following week that she showed her song to Dryas, and a yet further week when Dryas sang the song at the Pythian festival and Theria snatched it back again. The result was disastrous, as we have seen.
And after her father’s whipping, Theria strangely knew that she would soon do something to deserve another whipping.
BOOK III
WITHIN THE ORACLE
CHAPTER XII
“THE PLACE OF GOLDEN TRIPODS”
Theria awoke in the first grey of dawn. She sat bolt upright in her narrow bed. A dream had awakened her, or rather a purpose, a purpose full formed in sleep. Awake, even her bold mind could not have dared it.
Theria was going to dare to go out of the house! Out into the free morning. Under the sky. Away through Delphi. Up into the beloved Precinct. Oh, she would see all of it—this once!