- IX - The lightnings day
Crisp air this morning.
We are in sight of the Ilva ⁴ isle . The old man was talking of initiation to the lightnings but, few days after the summer solstice and with a temperature that burns even the planking of the ship I just want to see from what hell can ever come this blessed storm of Gods.
In front of us Porto Argos⁵ but I am still between the ivory foams of the sea and the cobalt blue of the sky.
I feel myself alone. But I am not alone.
On the pier, standing and smiling, there is a creature blond, thin, tall.
It’s the unmistakable description of Remudh.
He has a white tunic edged with silver Greek, is a bit picturesque, a bit ethereal ... a little barefoot ... he doesn’t have the shoes this strange guy ... actually he lacks wings. If he had, it
