Demo was released, quickly rolled over. He watched, wide-eyed, as Prometheus unleashed his pent-up anger on his tormentor.
They fought long and hard, and feathers and blood mingled on the valley's floor! At long last the eagle stood atop the giant, its talons at his stomach!
Yet, even as it tore at the flesh of the giant, Prometheus seized its throat in powerful hands, cut off the breath of life.
In moments the eagle lay dead!
Demo looked at the face of the conqueror. He shuddered!
The eyes of Prometheus still held unreasoning fear. No semblance of reason was displayed in those haunted eyes! The long, ever-enduring torment had not destroyed his body.
It had destroyed his mind!
The hope that man might once more have fire was dashed!
Prometheus, for all his size and strength, was helpless.
"Come, there is nothing left to do here. I'll help you. To yonder stream."