The vision faded, and she was once more in her little hut. She sat by her kitchen table, laid down her head, and cried.
There would be an end to the cursed imprisonment of her child!
There was yet a champion who would stand against the fiend from
Hades. In time the one who had wrought this grievous crime would
suffer!
In her mind she saw darkly a deep cold tarn, its face hidden by fog and mist. She knew.
There, by the tarn, the tragedy would end.
7. The Curse of Cronus
"My dear, it is but reasonable. It is the curse of Cronus, that even the Gods shall age." He sighed.
"I have, in my infinite wisdom, ameliorated that curse to a degree. The aging process is slowed, and eons are only days. Still, aging continues. No, basically, it is not practical to completely counter the process. I've certainly given it careful thought. Do you think I enjoy it. Just look at me!"
Zeus frowned, paused in deep thought. Using his cane he limped slowly to his throne.
"You really shouldn't be so upset. Look at what it's doing to me? Zeus - with a cane? Ridiculous!"
"But, sire, would you but look at me! How can I stand the humiliation. Just look at me!" Venus stamped her foot in exasperation.