They sat, discussed, argued, compromised.
It was decided. Demo would return to Olympus, persuade Zeus to call an audience with Vulcan. And in Vulcan's absence, once more would Prometheus carry fire to mankind.
The best laid schemes of man and firegiver go oft astray.
Zeus would have none of it! "I want no involvement on my part.
Otherwise, do what you will."
They sat, discussed, argued, compromised.
Demo was amazed! That Zeus would condone such activity on Demo's part seemed unbelievable. Perhaps, as Prometheus implied, he was a favorite!
Regardless, Vulcan would be called to an audience. He would be detained long enough for Prometheus to wend his way to that great furnace wherein lie the eternal fires. And once more would Prometheus give to man the gift of fire.
Vulcan looked morosely at the raging fires in his furnace. Flames huge and red leaped, frolicked, and disappeared to be followed by others of blue and white. They cast gigantic shadows, grotesque and ever changing.
Usually he admired the display, relaxed as might others to the sound of music.
Tonight he did not relax.