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killed their worms and that needed to be done nevertheless!”
The vestal virgins jumped about in a mad frenzy. “Vampire! Vampire! Vampire!”
“You make no sense! Only Isis can judge me!” Cleopatra left the temple and hurried down the street to the harbor town.
Chapter eight
Phaedra walked along the southern coast of Sicily in the province of Caltanissetta until she came to series of beach campfires. She offered the gathered people a story in exchange for food. “I know the true story of Medusa.”
A washerwoman waved her off. “Who cares.”
Phaedra said, “It matters to me. I know it’ll become a part of the story of my own life.” She put her hand on her heart. “I just know it.”
The washerwoman pooh-poohed her, insisting, “Medusa was beheaded by Perseus who gave the head to Athena so she could turn people into stone. Athena had made Medusa anyway, in the first place, because Medusa got raped by Zeus in her temple. That story will have nothing to do with you. Not ever!” She pointed toward the sea. “Go find your own fish.”
Phaedra argued, “No, no, that’s not the true story at all. Perseus really had nothing to do with any of it. Medusa was added to his story to try and help him have a more exciting story.”
The washerwoman asked, “How would you know the real story?”
Phaedra grinned and blushed. “By the gods I once had it in a dream.”
The washerwoman laughed mockingly.
Some of the men said they wanted to hear the dream version of the story and promised to pay for the tale with a whole cooked fish.
Phaedra took a deep breath. “Medusa was born of two great magical sea snakes from a bygone time when there were magic serpents in the sea because the land had just sunk into the sea. But Medusa was an egg first. The serpent egg washed up to the shores of Greece. The shell was as beautiful as the finest marble stone so Athena blessed the egg and declared that from it would hatch a beautiful woman. Medusa hatched and came to Athena’s temple to thank her with a dance. Medusa was beautiful in her magical serpentine grace. So Zeus raped Medusa. Athena became so angry at Zeus that she gave Medusa back her serpent blood. If anybody saw the snakes on her head they’d turn to marble. Forsaken, Medusa jumped into the sea and swam through the seven sunken cities of Atlantis to try to find her parents to ask them to break the spell with their powerful sea snake magic. When Athena noticed that Medusa was searching for her parents, she gave Medusa the blood of a desert snake. Medusa had to flee the water and find a desert to reside in, and there she is to this day.”
A man asked, “What does that have to do with you?”
Phaedra continued, “I’ll find Medusa someday for myself and before I get to her desert, I must travel up a river. First I must go to a faraway harbor where I’ll see a ship with a large wooden statue of a hawk at the front of it. Six strong men will grab me and take me aboard where I am raped by a very snooty young man. And I am hurt so I just want to crawl away and sleep alone but the horror continues because then something happens so the ship can no longer sail and there is a sudden attack by terrible monsters with terrible teeth. There is blood in the water! I watch but I can’t do anything, I can’t run. That’s what I always dream. And it’ll come to pass. It leaves me feeling dread and worry. I’ll always feel ungrounded and jittery until it comes to pass. Then I’ll be able to finally see all that it really was. Aren’t dreams odd?”
The washerwoman had become respectful. “That is some story. You had all that in a dream?”
Phaedra humbly nodded. “By the gods it just went on and on. I have it again and again.”
The washerwoman said, “That must be true somehow, then. I felt my skin tingle as you told the tale. You told some truth that only comes in dreams. Come drink my wine. It is best.”
~
The next day, as Phaedra sat
The vestal virgins jumped about in a mad frenzy. “Vampire! Vampire! Vampire!”
“You make no sense! Only Isis can judge me!” Cleopatra left the temple and hurried down the street to the harbor town.
Chapter eight
Phaedra walked along the southern coast of Sicily in the province of Caltanissetta until she came to series of beach campfires. She offered the gathered people a story in exchange for food. “I know the true story of Medusa.”
A washerwoman waved her off. “Who cares.”
Phaedra said, “It matters to me. I know it’ll become a part of the story of my own life.” She put her hand on her heart. “I just know it.”
The washerwoman pooh-poohed her, insisting, “Medusa was beheaded by Perseus who gave the head to Athena so she could turn people into stone. Athena had made Medusa anyway, in the first place, because Medusa got raped by Zeus in her temple. That story will have nothing to do with you. Not ever!” She pointed toward the sea. “Go find your own fish.”
Phaedra argued, “No, no, that’s not the true story at all. Perseus really had nothing to do with any of it. Medusa was added to his story to try and help him have a more exciting story.”
The washerwoman asked, “How would you know the real story?”
Phaedra grinned and blushed. “By the gods I once had it in a dream.”
The washerwoman laughed mockingly.
Some of the men said they wanted to hear the dream version of the story and promised to pay for the tale with a whole cooked fish.
Phaedra took a deep breath. “Medusa was born of two great magical sea snakes from a bygone time when there were magic serpents in the sea because the land had just sunk into the sea. But Medusa was an egg first. The serpent egg washed up to the shores of Greece. The shell was as beautiful as the finest marble stone so Athena blessed the egg and declared that from it would hatch a beautiful woman. Medusa hatched and came to Athena’s temple to thank her with a dance. Medusa was beautiful in her magical serpentine grace. So Zeus raped Medusa. Athena became so angry at Zeus that she gave Medusa back her serpent blood. If anybody saw the snakes on her head they’d turn to marble. Forsaken, Medusa jumped into the sea and swam through the seven sunken cities of Atlantis to try to find her parents to ask them to break the spell with their powerful sea snake magic. When Athena noticed that Medusa was searching for her parents, she gave Medusa the blood of a desert snake. Medusa had to flee the water and find a desert to reside in, and there she is to this day.”
A man asked, “What does that have to do with you?”
Phaedra continued, “I’ll find Medusa someday for myself and before I get to her desert, I must travel up a river. First I must go to a faraway harbor where I’ll see a ship with a large wooden statue of a hawk at the front of it. Six strong men will grab me and take me aboard where I am raped by a very snooty young man. And I am hurt so I just want to crawl away and sleep alone but the horror continues because then something happens so the ship can no longer sail and there is a sudden attack by terrible monsters with terrible teeth. There is blood in the water! I watch but I can’t do anything, I can’t run. That’s what I always dream. And it’ll come to pass. It leaves me feeling dread and worry. I’ll always feel ungrounded and jittery until it comes to pass. Then I’ll be able to finally see all that it really was. Aren’t dreams odd?”
The washerwoman had become respectful. “That is some story. You had all that in a dream?”
Phaedra humbly nodded. “By the gods it just went on and on. I have it again and again.”
The washerwoman said, “That must be true somehow, then. I felt my skin tingle as you told the tale. You told some truth that only comes in dreams. Come drink my wine. It is best.”
~
The next day, as Phaedra sat
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