“I am the goddess Kalypso, daughter of the Titan Atlas," I said as my mortal visitors stepped on the shore. "Ogygain is my home, my haven, which no man may see without my leave. I have allowed you to find it so that you may learn the truth of what happened when Odysseus’s god-driven wanderings brought him to my shore.”
Michael, Susanna and David glanced at each other. It was David’s drunken musings about hunting Greek legends that had lead to their trip across the Adriatic Sea. I knew they hadn’t expected to be on anything more than a pleasure cruise. But, the problem with searching for a goddess is that occasionally I want to be found.
Fears skittered across their conscious minds. That damned Homer had made them nervous. They only knew the fabrication he told. I should have struck him down rather than let him spread that atrocity.
"You believe I held the hero captive by force, don't you?" I asked them. "You believe Odysseus begged his release?
"No, my children. It took only this warm sand and soft sun to tether his wanderings. And, of course, free access to this." I let my robe fall open, revealing the sweet curves and buried treasures of my youthful, nymphic body.
"One look is all it took. Seven years later, that damn clingy archetype was still trying to prove himself bigger, better and longer-lasting than any satyr or centaur. But did he care about my feelings? Oh, no. It was all about him. 'When I slayed the Cyclops . . . when I sailed between Scylla and Charybdis . . . when I got past Helios' cattle . . . when I tricked Circe . . .' Gods, he was insufferable! I kicked his sorry ass out. Had to build the damn boat for him, but it was worth it. Now you go home and tell--uh oh. No, not again. Damn!"
The three travelers had already stripped off shoes and shirts, and pants were quickly following. Closing her robe, Kalypso frowned. It was going to be another long seven years.
Opening: King's falcon.....Continuation: phoenix