Even as he worked he noted the change in Prometheus. The wound healed! By nightfall no sign remained, except the fearful scars, to show that the vicious attack had ever occurred!
Tomorrow, the eagle would return!
The boy worked throughout the night on the link. In early morning it gave, opened!
Prometheus pulled against the links, and one arm was free. With both hands he wrestled with the remaining chain on his left arm. In moments the piton was freed from the mountain wall! Quickly he wrestled with the leg irons, wrenched them from their place against the cliff.
Prometheus, his bonds broken, glanced wildly around. His eyes reflected fear, madness. He watched the skies, searching for something fearful and inescapable.
But no eagle flew.
Demo motioned downward, toward the path leading to the valley below. Quickly he led the way! "Follow me! Follow me! Quickly!"
Prometheus, walking awkwardly, using skills long lost to captivity.
They reached the valley, began the long journey to the sea.
Suddenly they felt a shadow encompass them. Demo frowned.