He sought out the men and women who peopled it, and noted their great, shining beauty, the perfection of their shape and form, the music they sang, and the feats they performed. Some heroes sped across the grassy plains in chariots drawn by magical horses, while in the clear blue skies above, winged stallions swept and dove. In glades of emerald oaks, demigods gathered to sing and dine, to drink and tell tales of their glorious pasts. Within the walls of gilded and marble palaces, heroes enjoyed the afterlife of their labours.
All around Catus, he spied those who could only have been heroes or gods, and not a few of them he believed he recognized, not of sight, but out of the tales of their deeds performed in the mortal world.
“Can they ever leave here?” he asked Saturn, catching up to t
