C. S. LEWIS DAILY: DECEMBER 26

Menelaus sat still. He had the sense that some outrage was being done to him. One could not argue with these foreign devils. He had never been clever. If Odysseus had been here he would have known what to say. Meanwhile the musicians resumed their playing. The slaves, cat-footed, were moving about. They were moving the lights all into one place, over on the far side near a doorway, so that the rest of the large hall grew darker and darker and one looked painfully at the glare of the clustered candles. The music went on.

“Daughter of Leda, come forth,” said the old man.

And at once it came. Out of the darkness of the doorway.

From The Dark Tower

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