The Tribe was gathered at the foot of the cliff, looking up at the figures coming onto the top. The Mother led the way ─ Pandora in full ceremonial dress. At her side was Epimetheus, looking self-conscious in his king's robes. One pace behind them came the King ? the Old King ? now stripped of his regalia and wearing only a tunic. He looked old and confused and stumbled slightly. The young men on either side of him took his elbows to steady him.
Prometheus watched; his mouth dry. He was gripped by a sudden dread. He knew the stories but he had somehow never associated them with real life. He had never thought of the King as the Sacred King; he who must be sacrificed. The King was his friend. He had taught him everything he knew. It was the King who had taught him how to hunt and fish, ho
