Sunday, 24 April 2016

A Fallow Field



The next one from Achilles Shield.










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On that shield Hephaestus next set a soft and fallow field, which had been ploughed three times. Many labourers were wheeling ploughs across it, moving back and forth.
As they reached the fields edge, they turned, and a man came up to offer them a cup of wine as sweet as honey. Then they'd turn back, down the furrow, eager to move through that deep soil and reach the field's edge once again. The land behind them was black, looking as though it had just been ploughed, though it was made of gold - an amazing piece of work!




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