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