Hymenaios, or the Marriage of the God of Marriage - 6. Part VI. In the Cave of Man

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Part VI. In the Cave of Man

The marauding band of rogue kidnappers

Had plied their assailant plans carefully,

Tracking the route the pilgrim young ladies

Took till a bend in the road and darkness

Gave them opportunity to don fur

And spring with the element of surprise.

They had taken them to a secret cave

Previously outfitted with the goods

For the girls’ comfort, and their own vices.

Blankets would warm females through the long night,

While alcohol stood by to heat the men’s

Potentially flagging courage with draughts

From pendulously large goatskin bottles.

Now most of them sat near the cave’s entrance,

Pouring one another potable strength

With loud oaths, laughter, and crotch-grabbing boasts.

Their shifty eyes passed over the firelight

Of a central pyre of burning flambeaux

To ogle the young women held captive.

Belches and tipped backsides to let rip gas

Did the male of the species no credit –

In the eyes of their lady observers.

The girls huddled in groups of two and three,

Conversing in soft, reassuring tones,

That all would resolve itself for the best,

That friends and family would rescue them.

In mirror of their need for security,

Most pulled their blankets near while they bunched close,

Drawing the rough wool up to shoulder blades.

Hymena glanced furtively to the men

And watched the girls’ leader where she sat;

The brutes had knocked the woman unconscious

When they abducted them back on the road.

Now the guardian priestess stayed quite still,

Gripping trembling girls on each side of her

And sputtering soothing sounds from her lips.

Close to Hymen’s right side was Kathros,

So she raised an arm and pulled the girl in,

Resting a hand on Kathros’ upper arm.

And shifting their shared blanket higher up.

“Are you warm?” she asked, holding the girl’s eyes.

“Yes, Hymena. I’m comfortable. Are you?”

Drawing Kathros a bit closer, she smiled,

Indicating without words she felt well.

Hymena dared to lift her fingers and

Lovingly caressed Kathros’ dark hair.

The other girl sighed, letting her eyes close.

Emboldened thoroughly by modesty,

Hymena guided the girl’s head to hers,

And gently kissed the pale flesh of her lips.

Kathros then opened her eyes to a squint

As if sav’ring Hymena’s precious gift.

A moment later, she returned the kiss,

Smiling her way through a fog of warming…

But then the young girl stopped and drew away.

Hymena trailed the sightline of concern

Emanating from her companion’s gaze,

And spied the causing source of her withdrawal –

The abductors’ loutish top dog watched them,

Wiping his goonish mouth after some wine

With the grease-smeared, hairy back of his hand.

“Don’t worry about him,” Hymena said,

Pulling Kathros tighter to her again.

“We’re safe as long as we stick together.”

Eventually, Kathros relaxed again,

Allowing Hymena to feel the girl’s

Reassuring weight, once more as her head

Came to rest upon her sturdy shoulder.

“Hymena, oh, tell me it is not true.”

“Tell you that what is not true, dear Kathros?”

The young girl’s eyes tracked to their kidnappers.

“That we in marriage must be given to

Men no better than animals, like these.”

As if on cue, from the distracted men,

Belches couched in crude laughter rent the air.

Hymena drew her belovèd closer.

“Concern yourself not with such examples

Of how low the male of our genus crawls,

For some are noble and will surrender

All to protect the ones they hold most dear.”

“I meant”—Kathros hesitated somewhat,

Turning her eyes to meet those of Hymena—

“The love from woman to woman is sweet:

It’s not belittled through competition,

Not tested through prodigious feats of strength,

Not garnished, chipped away by jealousy.

It can stay pure, unchanged and unchanging

Across the years and above many trials.”

Hymena slowly nod her head. “It’s true,

For your words contain great wisdom, Kathros,

And I’d need to be a god to dispute

What our eyes evidence to us daily:

Love ‘mongst women is a beautiful thing.”

“I doubt,” Kathros said with more conviction,

“Men can feel this level of tenderness

With one another, let alone a girl.”

Hymena grinned. “You still have much to learn,”

But changed the course of the conversation.

“Speaking of love, Kathros, tell me about

How relations are with your family.

Have you siblings to love with your parents?”

As if in hesitating slow motion,

Kathros raised her head and sat very still.

“I have Father and Mother, and my nurse –

They all love me very much, but it’s Nurse

Who dithers and frets the most after me.

I am sure this evening finds her worried,

But hopefully she knows not yet I’m lost,

Abducted, locked in a dingy cavern.”

“It sounds that she is very protective.”

A slight flicker of a grin played about

The lovely lips of Kathros. “Oh, she is.

I’m sure she’d want to separate us too.”

Hymena felt a blush creep up her neck.

“She would? And why would she seek to do that?”

Kathros shrugged. “Because I am her baby,

And especially…after…. Well, I mean,

Nurse wants no harm to befall me, ever.”

Kathros brightened a moment. “And with you,

Hymena dear, what of your family?

Tell me all about your domestic life,

For your dear Kathros wants to learn it all.”

Within her own thoughts, Hymena scrambled,

Then she recalled how her wily best friend

Was not only kith, but her kin as well.

“Like you, I have Mother and Father too,

But also, a twin brother, Myiscus.”

“Oh, Hymena – brothers are a great joy.”

Although her words were happy, Hymena

Saw only sorrow on Kathros’ visage.

Her instincts were to comfort, and reached out

To bring Kathros into resting contact

Within the bolstering circles of her arms.

She did, much to Hymena’s great relief.

“It is blessed to have a brother to love,

And Myiscus is a dear friend as well –

He and I harbor no secrets at all

As unworthy of sharing between us;

We have a love that cannot be questioned.”

“Hearing this, Hymena, fills me with both

Gladness for you and sorrow for myself.”

“Yes, Kathros, but why should be that the case?”

“It is so, because when you asked before

If I had either sisters or brothers,

I avoided answering with the truth.

You see, I once had a younger brother,

But he died in my thirteenth year of life.”

“I am saddened to hear of that, Kathros.”

“It was the moment I was invited

By my mother and aunts – my relatives –

To full womanhood and do our duties

As a home bequeathed his sad obsequies.”

“That is a young age to be called upon,”

Said Hymena, stroking Kathros’ hair,

“To function as a woman of the house.

If you’ll permit an indelicacy,

You can tell me what happened, if you want.”

Kathros steeled herself to relive the day

Tragedy stalked her entire family.

“At a picnic held far in the country,

The adults lunched under the olive trees,

While Nurse, my brother and I wandered off.

We found a shaded stream gurgling with life,

And we two children went in for a swim.

The water was too cold; too deep also.

Eventually, my brother’s remains turned

Up on a rocky sandbar in the river.

It was the worst day I have ever lived….”

“Oh, my Kathros, I am sorry for you.

You are too young to have known such sorrow.”

The girl turned her warms eyes on Hymena.

“Treasure your brother. I miss mine each day.”

Wondering if it would lighten the mood,

Hymena asked, “Shall I tell you of him?”

“Yes, please. It would be wonderful to hear.”

Hymena chuckled. “Well, first, he’s quite brave;

Will stand up to any bully out there,

And he nurtures for himself honesty,

Except in one area.”

“Which is that?”

“See, Myiscus is loved by a poet –

One divinely possessed Meleager,

Who never fails to fill the air with love

For the boy he loves more than his own life.

I speculate Myiscus secretly

Returns the poet’s passion, but for now

Is too proud to let himself be wooed thus.

But my brother is a bit of a fool

To deny he’s already fallen now.”

“Well, yes. I know, brothers can be stubborn!”

Both laughed, and in their laughter and sharing,

Felt the bond cement and draw them closer.

Encouraged, Hymena picked up her hand

And nearly choked up, asking her Kathros,

“Tell me, please – have you ever been in love?”

Kathros slightly stiffened. “Laugh at me not,

But you believe in love at first sight…?”

“I do. I know it happens every day.”

“I have felt it, Hymena. I felt it.”

“Felt it for whom…?”

“It was for a stranger –

One who’s sure to be a demigod son

Of brazen Helios, sun god himself.”

Hymena began to feel her heart race.

“And where did you chance to meet this bright boy?”

“Selling his garlands in the Agora,

And I confess, the moment he touched me,

I felt sparks pass between our ling’ring hands,

One I have only sensed one other time.”

Kathros played with Hymena’s slim fingers,

Confirming in seductive tones belief:

“As good as the other may be, it is

Same-sex love that’s nobler simply because

It merges absolute social equals.

It is not saddled with societal

Hogwash about roles; it can simply be.

Yes, Hymena, I envy your brother

And the love he receives from his poet.”

“But who, Kathros, was this one other who

Inspired love in you at first contact?”

Risen once more to face her, Hymena

Could see a bittersweet expression rise

Upon the features of his kempt Kathros.

“Actually, Hymena, you remind me

Of that youth at the flower stand a lot.”

“I do…?”

“Oh, yes, and much more than that too.”

“Too? And too, what?”

“And you too make me feel…”

“Make you feel love?”

“Yes, you fill me with love.”

Such news should have wakened Hymena heart,

But instead, she felt the weight of the lie

Come between them, and must rectify it,

Despite potential, dire consequences.

She held Kathros’ eyes. “Though same-sex love

Is indeed nobler, love twix the sexes

Can aspire to the same high level;

It can oft do and dare like the heroes.”

Kathros merely appeared to be puzzled.

“What if,” Hymena continued softly,

“You could meet just one love-enamored boy

Who’d risk all to be near the girl he loved?”

“I don’t understand your words, Hymena.”

“Do you think you could give your heart to this

One, desperate, crazy boy who’d risk his life

To sneak into – oh, I don’t know – an all

Girls’ rite of passage in a borrowed dress?”

Confusion turned somewhat curt, Kathros asked,

“What on earth are you rambling on about?”

“I mean, say this boy just wanted to spend

A few, innocent, blissfully slow hours

Merely to be by your side, just to hear –

I mean, if I were…. I say, if I had…”

Hymena stumbled in her own persona.

“Oh, the gods be blessed, and just look at this.”

She demurely opened her gown a bit,

Exposing truth to her identity.

Kathros was shocked. She pushed herself away

And managed to stand in time to collide

With the drunken leader of the kidnappers;

His eyes were hazy in the film of lust.

“Well, well,” he said, pushing Kathros back down.

“Have our Sapphatic sisters had a tiff?”

Hymena’s eyes sought the priestess for help;

The woman rose, but the rest of the goons

Followed suit, and restored the status quo.

The top dog’s wine-soaked, gurgling words then said,

“There’s nothing I like to see less than two

Pretty young girls engage in a catfight.”

He sat between them then, lifting his hands

To lock each in place by smelly armpits.

Hymena glimpsed fear in Kathros’ visage;

She gestured to stay calm and play along.

As expected, the lecherous man turned

His sloppy attentions to Hymena.

“What’s-a-madder, you stupid, sexy thing –

You no-likey the interest of real men?”

Hymena clutched her veil, slapping him hard,

And before the brute could react, sang-song:

“Heavens, no! I belong to Artemis!”

The kidnapper, rubbing his now-sore cheek,

Gave up and shifted his lust to Kathros.

“What about you, honey, you ain’t like men?

Believe me, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

He gestured vaguely down. “I got the fella

You just gotta meet. Let me intro you,

‘Cuz he just loves handshakes from pretty girls.”

Kathros opened her mouth to reject him,

But that proved to be too much stimulus.

He yanked her shoulder and dove for her neck,

Lips wetly groping the flanks of her skin.

Her fists flew and started punching his chest.

The thug brought ‘round his arm from Hymena

And started to pin Kathros by the wrists,

His panting slobber coming more quickly

As the delicate girl struggled ‘neath him.

Kathros let out a desperate scream, and then

Got a shock, as the ugly man screamed too.

He yelled again, writhing away from her;

Stumbling to his feet, his hands feeling his back.

Hymena stabbed again, this one finding

And ripping open his heart. The dead man

Dropped with a thud on the cave’s callous floor.

With venom, Hymena addressed the corpse:

“I told you, we belong to Artemis.”

The other hoods came run towards her;

Hymena spun, wielding the bloody knife,

Commanding them “Stop!” with booming echoes.

The ruffians halted like scared schoolboys.

Hymena told them with ominous calm,

“Artemis commands thee to halt thy course.

Dare not to make Her angrier than this,

Or She’ll quick turn you into female bears.

Though only slightly more savage than now,

You would have merely wild berries to lick

And know intimately what brutal rape

At the hands of some heartless beast feels like,

Only your foul screams will be heard by you.

As none but you can hear inside your head,

You’ll have no voice to let loose your sorrow.”

Hymena added with deepening ire,

“Such things happen to men who dare to spy

On Dame Artemis and Her young ladies.”

The rascals felt their middle leg contract….

Hymena took deep breaths. “Out!” she shouted.

The men screeched, tripping over each other

To get out of the cave. Into the woods

Each found his direction and ran like fire.

 

In truth, they never looked behind to goad that prof,*

Lest the Mighty Goddess should snip their manhood off.

* Profanation – a defilement

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