He and It

Anthea stretched out her snow-white arms and touched the knees of the statue. She was coated with nectar-like ointment, and her long hair was as black as ebony. She was so radiant that Apollo immediately softened his heart.

"Be merciful!" She said this, and her heart suddenly moved, as if the fog was cleared. A kind of curiosity filled the air so strongly that Anthea couldn't help but ask a question deep in her heart: "Is the young man called Dolos by my father a descendant of the gods? I don't know why, I always have this question in my heart. Worrying about gains and losses, if he was a descendant of God, he would not have brought such a terrible misfortune. If he was not a descendant of God, he would be a shameless liar and villain. Phoebus Apollo, if you still love me, let me I can see the truth! Tell me, is that boy a son of God?"

After the princess finished speaking, she mustered up her courage and asked the maid to release a dove for divination. Apollo lowered his eyes, and the dove flew into the sky. Immediately, a big eagle with strong wings attacked and smashed the poor white dove to pieces.

Seeing this extremely ominous omen, Anthea's face turned pale and her eyes were dizzy. She covered her forehead and collapsed in the arms of the maid in despair.

"Liar!" she yelled angrily, "There is no more despicable and shameless liar than this! How did you pretend to be a descendant of a noble god and win the hearts of the people of the city-state? What have you done, Pan's Fruit Maybe you stole it too. You appeared in front of my poor father in such a grand manner, making him believe in you and making my people worship you like a god. Is there such a despicable person in the world? ?!”

At this moment, Anthea had no doubt that the ensuing disasters were all caused by "Dolos". Because he stole Pan's fruit, he aroused the wrath of the god, which led to the death of her brother and the summoning of the vulture-like messenger from Cilicia.

Anthea stood up suddenly, her heart filled with vengeful fury. The princess rushed into the inner room and pulled out the gleaming sword on the wall. It was a gift from her brother. She brandished the murderous weapon and was about to rush to the temple and chop off the liar's head.

At this time, her old wet nurse stopped her. She was a cunning old woman, loyal and regarded Anthea as her own daughter. When she saw her mistress in such grief, she immediately felt hatred towards Dolos and came up with a poisonous plan.

"Daughter," the old woman said, "please calm down and listen to me carefully! If you kill him, it will do no good to the country. When your father wakes up, he may even blame you. Just Let him follow the envoy of Cilicia! Since he claims to be the son of God, he must be more noble than the three royal clansmen, so we will dedicate him alone to the king of Cilicia, and the fierce one. Echidna, no one can fault this."

Anthea's anger gradually subsided. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed with the wet nurse's plan.

"You're right, I'm afraid he still won't leave, this liar." Anthea thought secretly, "Go and find some incense in my box. That's my girlfriend, Simois." The daughter of the river god gave me a gift that could put even the greatest heroes to sleep by lighting incense, and we did it overnight."

After giving instructions to the wet nurse, Anthea put on her cloak and hurried to Philion's residence. He was the most famous of the eight heroes, so she wanted him to be an accomplice in this.

Philion was very surprised when he saw the princess who came overnight. Before he could ask why, Anthea fell in front of him, hugged his knees, and cried out: "Son of Alps, In the presence of your godly father and your noble mother, I implore you to save this country!"

Then, she told Philion the results of the divination and her firm speculation. Looking at the hero's confused expression, Anthea said: "Listen to me, son of Alps, I would like to guarantee you the authenticity of the oracle on the honor of my dead brother and my own honor. Qian Zhen Indeed, this is how Apollo answered me! I use these hands, instead of the olive branch of request, I touch your knees with them, please take this liar away and let him pay for his lies. He was buried in the poisonous mouth of Echidna, and saved us from trouble!"

Philon was silent. In his heart, he really didn't want to believe that this was true. He thought of the young man's wonderful painting skills, which were like being possessed by ghosts and gods. He couldn't praise them enough. He thought of the strange clothes on his body, the seamless fabric, which was not found in the world. He also thought of his beautiful and hazy smile. Love him passionately, isn't it because he is kind and soft, and treats others so amiably?

But Apollo's oracle was a piece of ironclad evidence that was heavier than all of this. Philyon had to believe it, he had to believe it.

He helped the princess up and whispered: "I promise you, princess, do this. If this is God's will, then do it."

Anthea was satisfied and smiled gratefully. She immediately summoned her servants and ordered them to sort out all the belongings that Dolos had obtained from her father and send them with him to Cilicia as a burial object for the liar.

Then she went down to the prison, took off her veil, and released the two impudent messengers. Even the haughty hawks of Xothoth were speechless at the beauty of Anthea, who stood there and illuminated even the darkened cell.

"I have chosen a sacrifice for you!" the princess announced sternly, "His status is more noble than the children of the royal family. That young man is the heir of God. For the glorious ideal, he is willing to devote himself to this country and fulfill his duties. My father’s promise calms the anger of your king.”

She presented a rich gift list, which included ten brocade robes, ten bulls, and ten cooking cauldrons. In addition, there were five towers of gold, five carpets, and five shining tripods. The envoys' eyes widened when they saw this expensive gift.

Anthea said: "Take him away! His name is Dorus. And to protect this gift, the great Philion, the son of Alps, will also sail with your ships. This shows our sincerity towards Cilicia.”

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