"So, what may I ask, do you want here at Olympus?"
For a moment Demo was nonplused.
"Sire, I gathered you had sent for me. I came not of my own volition. Perhaps some other has need of my services . . . ?"
"Somebody is playing games, and they are surely going to get themselves into a mess of trouble. Yes! A mess . . . of . . . trouble!" Zeus glanced around, a thoughtful expression on his face.
A titter sounded from the inner hallway.
Zeus glanced at Demo to see whether he had noted the sound.
Demo was silent. Best to leave all surmises alone. After all, he thought, who am I to criticize the dalliances of Zeus.
Zeus smiled.
"Anyway, you are here, so let's get you started on another exciting excursion. By the way, you've really done remarkably well, and I am proud of you. Here, let me give you a slight token."
He thought a moment, smiled once more, and waved his hands nonchalantly in the air. The medal was large and shiny as Zeus slipped the supporting chain over Demo's head. Demo took the medal in his hands, read the legend thereon. Although the words were difficult to read in an inverted position he managed to decipher them.