Book2:KigdomIteDreams
overwhatshesaverythingwasmadeofsolidgold.AllofthiswasnovendiingtoVio.Thoughititchdark,everythihefurnishingsandaccessories,thepicturesandmuralsonthewallswereallclearlyvisible.Viowasjustwaboutitwhensheraisedhereyesandsawagiganticpearlhangingfromthetopofthedomelikeceiling,givingforthasoft,gentleglow.Viosaid, “Haveyoueverseensuchargepearl?”BeforeMr.Fingercouldreply,therewasanear-deafeningcrashofthunderapaniedbyblindingfshesoflightning.Throughthewindowtheysawtheshapeofamanappearingbythepilrsoutsidethepace.Themanwasstrongandmuscur.Ahornprotrudedfromthetopofhisheadandeeyewasonhisforehead,whiletheothereyewasatthebackofhishead.Hisorsoexposedhissinewyaonedmuscles,showingoffhisinfirengthandmight.ThiswasCyclopswhomKingDimitriorderedtoguardhisgoldpace.HisfronteyehadbeenfatallywoundedbyMedusa’sbattleandhehadlostthesightofthateye.Butretly,hisvisionhadmiraculouslyimproved,sohenolongerhadtowalkbackwardsrelyingonhisbackeye.Nowhecouldwalknormally.Hepatrolledthegroundsaroundthepadfindingnothingabnormal,hestoppedforamomentbythepilrsofthepadthenwalkedtowardsthebackofthemountains.Afterheleft,VioandMr.Fingercameoutoftheshadowsattheeroftheroom.Viocaressedeveryinchofsurfaceherfingerscouldtoupletelyinfatuatedaedbythegoldpadcouldn’ttearherselfaway.Mr.Fingerwasamoreunbiasedbystanderandobserved, “Tome,thisgoldpaceislikeaheapofironscrapes,nothingverycaptivating.” “SolongasIloveit,evenaheapofironscrapesisgood.” ”Ithink,”saidMr.Fihatourhomeireeholeismorewarmandfortablethanhere!”Viosuddenl