nts of her wrath upon Druga.

"You philandering booby! I made you what you are and you repay me by
running off from me in my greatest need and taking up with this--this--"

"She released you from your stony prison, Feronia!" Druga said hastily,
fearing she would anger Eos with whatever word she thought of to
describe her rival--and Feronia was clever enough to avoid saying what
she was about to say, but went on with her abuse of Druga.

"Never mind what or who she is, it is you that has shown yourself the
ingrate, for she owed me nothing. You couldn't go to Mors, Daughter of
the Night, and get this thing properly taken care of at once, knowing
she was friendly to me, no! You had to wander off on your old grey
horse, never thinking of Mors, and get yourself wrapped up with the
first woman that you come to, and wind your affections all around the
planet in pursuit of her. You couldn't even remember me for one little
month! You--you--oh, Druga!"

With which outburst her voice broke, and weeping and saying his name
over and over Feronia went into his arms and wept there on his breast
for a long time. And after her tears were stopped Druga knew that
Feronia would never mention the affair again.

Druga held the dear form of his loved one close and let her weep,
stroking the raven black hair, within him the soft well of affection for
her filling and filling with all the memories of her dear, mad,
competent, unpredictable, tyrannical ways. Over the curling sweep of her
dear hair he watched Eos reviving one by one the dead loves of her past,
and thought to himself that at least with Feronia he did not have all
those rivals to contend with. The slight line across his throat where
Eos' magic had stopped the sword of one rival from letting out his life
reminded him too that with Eos as she was now, there would be no day
pass that some of these warriors would not try to get rid of some of the
rest. Druga decided that after all, Feronia loved him alone, while with
Eos there was no knowing what rivals he would have.

Now Eos got a great snake out of the forest, a female, cunningly marked
with little emerald markings, and striped with many colors, most
venomous and snake-charming in its appearance.

This snake she quickly separated from its head, and placed upon its
cunning female body the head of Dionaea, doing all that was needful
successfully to incorporate the two into one life.

Baena's tail, which caused him great pain at