The Gift to Cassandra

Cassandra, she who outweighs men, daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy, was granted by Phoebus, the handsomest of the Gods, the gift of prophecy, but the audacious solitary maid refused the love of the affronted immortal and thus was punished to leave in travesty and to die in violence.

This is what I heard about that distant moment, when things did happen:

It was indeed a strange afternoon.

The evening soon would follow, to introduce a dreadful nightfall. It was one of those nights that only vicious people leave their shelters to wonder in the dirty, mephitic lanes of Troy, while all decent subjects hurry on their way home.

The sky was indeed over-cast, it was only minutes before Zeus’ ejaculation; soon he would wing his thunders on the heads of the mortals, then he would lash the earth with his rains, celebrating thus his orgasm.

Cassandra was an infant at the time, and together with her twin brother Helenus were put in the Temple of Apollo under the supervision of Ilioneus, the priest and the care of Loadice, their nurse.

Ilioneus had this affection for Laodice and as the spirits of the beautiful nurse were in match, as soon as the two infants were flowed in the sweet, dreamless sleep that nourishes the lives of innocent minors, the two lovers withdrew to Ilioneus’ quarters to macerate the fears this dreadful night was bringing forth with the succuses of their lust.

The night had already progressed deeply, the anger of Zeus had hushed and the feeble rays of the pale crescent moon were descending into the room of the two exhausted lovers. Laodice, about to surrender in the arms of Morpheus, suddenly stroke by a strange instinct, without a second thought rushed into the room of the children.

Beheld to her amazement, Laodice stared at the two thick greeny serpents winding about the children, who, no whit alarmed, delighting in their movements, were silently playing with the lethal instruments of Mother Nature. Laodice uttered a shriek of alarm which rushed Ilioneus into the room after her.

The wise priest, as soon as he realized the situation, holding firmly the nurse, who was rushing to aid the children, whispered: “Know naïve woman, these are the messengers of Phoebus. Do not fright the serpents, they bode grace, not evil to the children…”

Only moments after the intruders spoiled the privacy of this bizarre engagement, the two lithe creatures, darting their forked tongues, lifted their heads, unwound themselves from the bodies of the two nippers and crawling side by side, passed by the priest and the nurse and, gliding into the shrine, disappeared under the altar of their God…

The rest is known…

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