Susanna read on. The young man was saved. A goddess intervenes and saves the young man from being torn limb from limb. “Ah, this is one of those stories,” I said. “One of what stories?” “One of those goddess stories.” The goddess intervened to insist that the man should be put on trial first. Depending on how the trial went, maybe he would be torn limb from limb, or maybe he wouldn’t be. I said, “But who would the judges be? That’s the thing with a trial.”
