The small slave spoke. "I come for the gilded map, which will guide my master on his journey and show him where trials and monsters may be found for him to slay and overcome. My master has protected his city more times than there are gods, and never once nor ever shall he fail. He must be away before the sun is at its zenith on the day to come. Now, oh skilled map smithy, where is it? Come, hand it to me so that I may run on the wind and give it to my master. Pray that Hermes will bless my speed." Skilled Artemisa went to her cedar bench and wrapped the map in cloth before giving it to the small slave. She said with one hand over the slave and one on the map, "May the gods bless your speed, and your master's journey. Safety, speed, and success."
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The Epic of the Artemisian Mountain
PoetryThis is the epic tale of Artemisa's journey to the top of the mighty mountain of the gods to save all heroes to come. It is written as an epic poem, modeled after the Odyssey by Homer, except my poem is very short, one stanza per book or chapter. En...
