Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第51/327页)

ylittlewomanandgtothesinglehornonCyclopsheadwhileheheldontotheropeandbeganhisdangerousdestslowlydownthedeepabyssadventuringintotheunknown.

    Cyclopsclimbedslowlydownhisrope,pasttheclusteroftreesandbushesthathadbeencrushedandtornbythehugefallingrockhetosseddown,andcircumveherocksprotrudingfromthebare,steepsurfaceofthecliff.Whenhewashalfwaydowicedthatthesurroundingcliffwassheerandsteepwithnofootholdatalndnocover,makingtheirexposedpositioremelyvulnerable.SuddehoughtofsomethingandcalledouttoViowhowashangingontothesinglehornatthetopofhishead,

    “Iwasoackedrightherebythevaliantsnake-hairedgonMedusa.TwiceshechargeddownatmefromonhighwhileIwasstuckheredefenseless,buttwiceshegedcourseamego.TodaywouldbethethirdtimeifsheshouldappearandIamnotsurewhethershewouldletmegooncemore.BeawareofyoursurroundingsandbeooanygesincaseMedusaattacksushereinthemiddleofourdest.”

    “It’salrightSire.Iamnotafraidofher.Ionlyworrythatshewouldnote.Ifshedarestoeandattackuswhilewearehangingheredefenseless,Iwillgebaynormalhumansizeanduseyicbowandarrowtokillher.Yes,Iwillcertainlykillher.”Justtheninthewaningsunlightabckspotappearedonthehorizon,flyingswiftlytowardsthemasifcurioustoiigatewhattheywere.VioatoncegedintoherhumanshapeandsteppingfirmlyonCyclops’broadshoulderspulledanarrowfromthequiver.Fittingittightlytothebow,sheletitflyfastaslightningtowardstheapproagbckspot,hittingitrightet.Thebckspotgaveaheart-rendingscreamandfellintothebottomlesschasm.ItwasnotMedusa,butonlyargemountaineagle.“ityitwasnotMedusa!”excimedVio.“Ifitwerethatsnake-hairedgonIkilledjustnow,itwouldhavebeenthebe-alndend-allhereandwouldhavesolvedtheultimateproblem.”InBook2CyclopsusedthemagicbowandarrowtowoundMedusa,whowassavedbyQueenAisha.SoKingDimitri’stwostatetreasureswereseparated.ThebowandarrowfellintoCyclopshandswhilethemagicswordwasstillheldbyMedusa.UnfortunatelybothoerstolenbyKingDimitri’senemyandcausedabrutandbloodybattle.ItwillbedealtwithterinthisbookAstheytalked,thesunwasgraduallysettingi.Cyclops’speedofdestwasalsogrowingfasterandfaster.ThebottomofthecliffwaswheretheentraoGehennawas.ItwasthepcewhereIleenrisoned.

    Thesunwashighinthesky.Maureenwassniffingthegroundily,foghisattentiononfindingthesttohismistress’attacker.ItwasextremelyhotandpoorlittleMaureen,withhiscoatoflongfurwasfeeli.Heantingwithhistonguelollingout,breathingheavily.Normallywheoutwithhismistresshewasneverleachedandcouldwalkaboutfreely.ButasDimitricouldnotsee,hehadtoputtheleathedogioknowhiswhereabouts,whetherhewasgoingstraightrightorleft.Itwasawaytounicatewithhislittlefriend.Nofarfromthemcamethefamiliarsoundoftheice-barvendor,hawkinghiswaresthroughhisbell.Maureenbarkedexcitedlyandrantowardstheman.Dimitrikhedogwasthirsty,sohetookoutadolrbilndboughtabananafvoredpopsicletorewardhisintelligentlittlefriend.Maureensatdownintheshadebythewall.

    Dimitrisatbesidehim,toreopenthepapercoverandofferedittoMaureenwholickedgreedilyatthestick.

    “No”headmohedogughingly.“That’snotthewaytoeatapopsicle.Letmeteachyouhowtodoit.”Hebitoffapiece,che