A beautiful owl floated on wide spread white wings through the temple entrance.
"Zeus, Aeolus carried here the white feather. Even as you required, it was delivered. Nought was said that the boy must himself carry it."
"Athena, you shall have many children." He paused for a moment. "And all of them shall be lawyers," Zeus growled. "Very well, technically the task was done. Come back, my boy. Let us celebrate your success. Here, have a sip of my most valued nectar."
Zeus tipped the flask, burped, wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Here you are. Take a deep draught."
Demo smiled happily, looked at the rosy fluid for a moment, and raising the flask to his lips, closed his eyes.
He drank eagerly. Oddly, the liquid had little taste. Not noticeably different from the taste of water. Almost like rainwater, really.
"Demo, you must fix that leak. The rain is all over your face.
How can you lie there!"
He opened his eyes wide. Indeed he was lying on his own bed. And the only nectar was the drops of rain leaking through the roof. With a start he sat up. It was only a dream!
Rough lay at the foot of his bed, eyes closed.
Lying beside the dog, half hidden by his form, something caught
Demo's eye. Something familiar!