Perseus 2: Perseus has Breakfast

I made my way down the mountain in crisp morning sunlight, staggering a bit.  I felt weak but deliriously happy; I may have even sung a little.

It was a short trek to the first signs of civilization.  I'm sure people stared but at least they were polite about it: it's not every day a half-naked skeleton of a man bearing a black-diamond sword strides into town.  But frankly I only had one thing on my mind.

I found the inn easily enough, remembered it from my last journey through.  It wasn't open yet but that didn't stop me.  I parked my tired bones on a bench outside, propped the adamantine sword beside me and watched the world for a time.  It was a good day to be alive.

The proprietor found me soon enough.

"Your name wouldn't be Perseus, would it?"

I opened my eyes.  Apparently I'd dozed off in the warm sunshine.  I studied the woman before me, plainly dressed in a coarse-weave peplos.  She was young, probably a daughter of the owner.

"I might be.  You serving breakfast?"

"We were advised you might be visiting, and for you, yes."

"Well then, I'd like 10,000 waffles please."

I did not expect her to get the joke, but she smiled.  "That can be arranged.  There was a delivery in the night, from Olympus itself.  Strange little man, wings on his feet.  Talked really fast."

I sat up straighter.  "Do tell."

"Delivered a mechanism... called it a waffle iron? It came with printed instructions."

Ah, the hand of Danae; Mom was always looking out for me.  I suppressed a chuckle, turned it into a smile.  "Well, then... waffles, please.  As many as you can manage.  Just keep 'em coming til I tell you to stop."

I resisted the urge to ask for maple syrup, since that wouldn't be invented for a few thousand years.  But they tasted wonderful with honey.