At last
they cried for mercy,
pleading:
if they had been carried
away
it was because the harvesters
spoiled them
with pamperings and offerings
Manipulating skillfully
the wounded hero fashioned
a flying chariot
with reins and harness
to bind and control
the giants.
He
taught them to mind the reins
or taste the whip,
ranging through the skies
within sight of the moon,
until he had them tamed and trained.
As
dawn approached,
the wounded hero
in his flying chariot.
returned to the valley.
the harvesters all bowed before him
obsequiously,
praying for mercy.
“You deserve less mercy than these beasts
which you have transformed into monsters.
Had you kept them securely tethered
and carefully guarded,
they would have served
capably.
But
you gave them free rein--even
encouraged them-
-until they nearly destroyed you.
For this abuse,
you have lost them.
From now on, they shall draw my chariot.”
So saying,
the wounded hero took off in his chariot,
and
as he left the valley
both giants were transformed
into tremendous flying
eagles which shown
like the sun,
only to be glimpsed before
they were gone out of sight.