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“Men could be more than they are,” I said. I learned that in the Bull Court, when I trained my team. There is a faith, there is a pride, which has to be acted first and grows by doing.”
She was unpainted, unclothed, unjewelled; a small round gray stone. There was no face to see; it was bowed upon her breasts, showing only rough-carved curls. Yet I shivered and sweated; she was so old, so old. Zeus’s oak grove seemed like spring shoots beside her. Earth might have fashioned her from itself, before man’s hands could carve.
Often I wonder where such boys go later, when I look at the foolishness of men.
Seeing me pause, he said, “Someone must hold your horses, sir, while you are fighting.” I laughed, and pulled him up. It is better to learn war early from friends, than late from enemies.
If you weren’t to be trusted, you’d never have trusted me.”
Tall trees grew on her grave-mound. The pups of our hounds’ last mating had grown gray-nosed and died. Her young Guard had sons who were learning arms.
from the Labyrinth, from the hills of Naxos, from Maiden Crag, from the cave beyond the Eye. They wove in a round dance three in one, and I heard their whispering laughter—the Mother, the Maiden, the Crone.
I thought of my life, the good and evil days; of the gods, and fate; how much of a man’s life and of his soul they make for him, how much he makes for himself.
Fate and will, will and fate, like earth and sky bringing forth the grain together; and which the bread tastes of, no man knows.
