Hydra
in Exaltation
by
Diana Mills
Open
Gate 8, They said, and let us
see what the Hero can accomplish....
I
Jolting and rattling like
a tumbrel
my dusty chariot rumbles
across the
sun-blasted land. Nothing
but stones,
nothing but bones, olive-tree
skeletons
etched on the skin of a waxen
sky.
"Not this way, Shadow!"
I cry. "Go back to
the crossroads!" But
my wily charioteer
scorns my fear. "Go
back? Man, we got a
job to do! Signpost says,
THIS WAY TO
LERNA, so I'll follow the
sign." And
cracking his whip at the
wind
Shadow drives on.
II
Moon-Queen sits astride
an ebony throne, her nakedness
glows like the sable bones
of Night.
Nine stars nine on her crescent
crown dazzle my sight, her
moon-white
gaze penetrates the impenetrable
fathoms of my soul.
"Greetings, Herakles.
You are
welcome in my domain – for
now."
Shadow smirks and bows. I
hesitate.
"How is it you know
my name?"
"Your fame runs before
you, son of Zeus.
So here's a question to test
your
mettle: are you for real?
Or just
a wannabe hero in borrowed
gear?"
"I am a Tru-Hero, my
Lady! And my
Tru-Quest is to save Lerna
from Hydra,
the evil water-serpent whose
very
breath is death!"
Moon-Queen laughs. "Aha!
So you're
letter-perfect in hero-speak,
eh?" She
leans forward, drawing me
into the
moon-white pools of her eyes.
"A word
of advice, young man. Nothing
is ever
as it seems. Black is white
and white
is black. Good and evil are
but two
sides of the same tarnished
coin. And
Truth is a question of perspective...."
"Save your breath,"
sneers Shadow.
"This guy's an Absolutist."
She laughs
again and claps her hands.
"Ah, well...
Let's see what stuff you're
made
of, Zeus-son."
III
In silence Lerna's wretched
folk
crawl out from the cracks
and crevices
of their godforsaken land.
A nightmare
army in gas masks and putty-grey
NBC
suits, surplus items from
some bygone
war, bought at bargain prices
in a 4 x £1
store. Moon-Queen hands me
a mask, I
thrust it impatiently aside.
"Wear it, fool!"
she hisses. "When you
strangled the serpent in
your cradle you
strangled your own Wise-soul.
This questing
discipleship is the price
of that folly. Only
when you overcome the Nine
and reveal the
One will you be granted access
to the
Halls of Wisdom...."
"I've no time for mystical
mumbo-jumbo!
I've come to save these wretches
from Evil!"
"Oho! Have you indeed?
Then wear the
Mask as a safeguard against
Hydra's
Poison – or be doomed to
failure and
ignorance for the rest of
your days.
Without the Mask you may
not
proceed with your task."
"Better do as she asks,"
urges Shadow.
Grudgingly I don the Mask.
It
clings to my face like a
second
skin, through its narrow
eyeslits the
world appears flat and shrouded
in
smoke. "Can't see a
damned thing!"
I complain. Moon-Queen chuckles.
"Use your nose, fool.
Does it not tell
you what is and what is not?"
"Lerna," I growl
ungraciously, "stinks
like a charnel house."
A crack, less than a nano-breadth
from
edge to edge, splits the
invisible fabric
of space and time. Through
it steps a
Child clothed in threadbare
flesh. She
wears no mask. Her glaucous
eyes
pierce me with their unblinking
stare,
her voice barely stirs the
reeking air.
Our land is poisoned
our crops are poisoned
the water we drink kills
us
the air we breathe kills
us
we die by the thousands
by the tens of thousands
only five hundred of us
are left in Lerna
from death and desolation
good Lord deliver us
"Deliverance is here!"
I cry, flinging wide
my arms to embrace Lerna's
wretched folk.
"Herakles, son of Zeus,
will save you
from the Evil One!"
And waving aloft a banner
inscribed freedom for lerna!
I set off, fired
by the desire for a Victory
to outshine
all victories past, present
and future
forever and ever amen.
IV
Ten thousand swamps trace
a maze
across the land, each one
identical to
the one before, all of them
wrapped in
murky gloom. I charge through
the
gloom this way and that,
stumble, fall,
rise and charge on, chasing
the ten thousand
spectres of my desire. "Which
way?" I shout.
"Which way to Hydra's
lair?"
Child extends her bone-white
hand. I will take you
there.
Swamp water
swirls around my knees
rises to my neck
seeps through my Mask
fills my mouth with sulphur
burns my throat with bitter
fire.
"How much longer in
this
disgusting mire?" Child
ignores
my complaint and leads me
on.
In the murky gloom
her shaven skull
glows like Athene's
burnished helmet.
At the place where
the swamp-maze
touches the rim of the
sun Lerna disappears down
a crack no wider than a
nano-breadth from
edge to edge across the
invisible fabric of
space and time.
Follow me, Herakles son
of
Zeus, into the Deep.
V
We enter the crack.
Cerberus snarls as we
scurry past to push open
an iron gate whose hinges
creak with mournful sound.
And so we spiral
down
down
down
through Avernian darkness
nine levels
down
to the
innermost ring
of the
bottomless pit
boilng mud hurls
geysers of steam
into the fetid air
Oh! Look there!
to our left
a cave gouged from
the belly of ashen hills
scorched ground
littered with the
remains of Lerna's
hapless inhabitants.
"Zeuspater!" I
groan in
dismay. "And now what?"
The way lies through fire,
whispers Child.
Worth a try? I take six
arrows from my quiver, light
them with a spark from my
tinderbox, then fit all six
to my bow, take aim and
shoot them straight into
the
mouth of the cave. A furious
bellow shakes the hills and
Hydra sallies forth in a
blast of yellow flame,
raging and cursing,
poisoning the air with
her toxic breath
Canis Ophiucocephalous
Exterminator
Zeuspater,what a sight!
Fifty feet of brindled
she-dog bristling with
spikes and armed with six-inch
steel claws. Nine serpent
heads
on long, scaly necks, each
head
marked with the deadly V.
Pale,
bulbous eyes and glistening
fangs,
nine forked tongues flicking
between razor-sharp teeth.
"Who's the prat using
me for
target practice?" she
roars and
seismograph needles all over
the world leap off their
scales.
I roar, "Herakles the
Hero,
son of Zeus!" and with
one swift
stroke slice off the nearest
head.
Blood gushes like a fountain
as
the head hits the ground:
in less
than a nanosecond two more
sprout from its mangled neck.
I
chop them off, four more
take
their place. Another slash
of my
sword. And another. Twelve
heads
now – and I still have the
original
eight to deal with.
Hydra laughs, belches sulphur-laced
fumes in my face. Growls,
"Go home,
kid. This is a man's job."
And I...hesitate. Lerna's
fate lies
in your hands, whispers
Child. My
frustration (or perhaps my
fear)
explodes in the stinking,
eye-watering
mirk. "Blast the gods!
There's not a
hope in hell I can suceed
in this work!"
Child's eyes burn into mine.
The way,
she repeats, lies through
fire.
With a disgruntled sigh I
unsling
my favourite club made from
hand-polished sustainable
oak.
"One last try, Child.
That's all
the goodwill I'm willing
to spend
on this damn-fool caper."
Oil oozes from the scorched
earth.
I strike a spark to ignite
the oil,
a flame leaps up with a hollow
roar,
its orange-black glow reflected
in Hydra's bulbous eyes.
"Geronimo!"
I mutter and thrust my club
into
the flame. It catches fire,
blazes like a beacon.
Hydra crouches, sphinx-like,
among Lerna's discarded bones.
I circle her once, twice,
seven
times more, each time closer,
blade in one hand, burning
brand in the other. Snarling,
Hydra draws back, poised
to spring
as I leap forward to strike.
Nine tons of rancid she-dog
flesh
rear above me. I'm encircled
by
a hissing of venomous heads.
Hydra's
steel claws lash out. I dodge
them
and slash off one head, burn
it
to ashes with my fiery club.
Hydra shrieks, reels, totters
back.
I attack again, steel and
fire, slash
and burn, head after head.
A long
and bloody business, but
at the end
Canis Ophiucocephalous
Exterminator
lies dead on the ground.
I rip off
my Mask and dance around,
punch
the air with triumphant fists.
"Deed's done, Child!
I've saved Lerna!"
But Child has vanished.
VI
Gingerly, I pick through
the pile of smoking Hydra-heads.
Nine blackened skulls and
their
clones briefly sparkle like
jewels
between my fingers before
disintegrating. But the tenth
skull...A TENTH SKULL? In
a
flash I'm on my feet, sword
drawn
and oak club blazing, ready
to
destroy the enemy.
I am invulnerable, son
of Zeus. With
every blow I grow stronger.
The Nine
will be redeemed in the
One.
"What the hell?...Why
are
you pretending to be
Hydra's head, Child?"
A bitter wind gusts
across the ashen hills,
fills the night with the
chill of unshriven souls
keening before the
pearly gates.
I chop the tenth head to
pieces,
burn it and bury the remains.
Bereft, I call to Child:
"How can I get out of
here
if you're not here to guide
me?"
Moon-Queen laughs.
Her white eyes
glimmer through the
smoky pall that hangs
over Lerna's
ten thousand swamps.
VII
That damned tenth head!
Half of me wants to
dig it up, the other half
is afraid of what I'll find.
To dig or not to dig-that's
the REAL question, Hamlet!
It haunts me. Forty days
and
forty nights tormented by
the same dreary conundrum
to dig or not to dig to
dig or
not to dig to dig or not
to
dig dig not dig dig not
ad nauseam
excavo excavas excavat
excavamus excavatis excavant
ad infinitum et
ad gloriam Zeuspater
excavatur omnipotens
per seculae seculorum
amen
Day 41: I yield to temptation
fling myself on the burial
mound
tear away ash, mud and stone
digging to find
my own soul
delving into thoughts
so secret I've even
kept them from myself
here in the soul's
ground zero
the sum of my
nihil no-thing nada
I dig
deeper and deeper
break through earth's crust
pierce the mantle
plunge into molten magma
touch Earth's iron core
EUREKA!
my groping fingers
close over the tenth head.
I pull and tug,
it refuses to budge.
I tug and pull,
muscles straining
against sinew and bone
as I struggle to unearth
my prize. Inch by inch,
I prise it loose from its
bed, sink to my knees,
with the final heave lift
a stinking, shapeless mass.
"Is this what I've been
fighting for? These rotting
remains of a genetic freak?
Is this my Hero's
glory?"
Child calls to me through
the gloom: Black is white
and white is black. Look
again, foolish Herakles.
The tenth head shimmers
in my hands, divides into
nine
rays of light. "Zeuspater!"
I gape
in wonder as they merge
into a single, radiant star.
"Life and death hang
on
your next move," warns
Moon-Queen astride her ebony
throne. "The power to
redeem or
destroy your soul lies within
you. Think carefully, you
won't
have another chance."
Holding life and death
between my hands
I stagger to my feet,
raise the head,
my fingers brush
the silken fringe
of heaven's robe,
seven rays stream
from their tips,
weave a rainbow bridge
to span the Void
between earth and sky.
My voice flows across the
Cosmic Web, finds echo in
all its dimensions and universes:
throughout the infinite network
of space and time
galaxies and constellations,
planets and moons
are singing my song.
Here is the One
in whom is contained
the Wisdom of all things.
I place the One
among the stars
as a beacon to light the
Way.
Moon-Queen smiles. "This
test
is won. You may proceed,
son of Zeus."
Child takes my hand
and together we
set off for the Bridge.
Cracking his whip at the
wind,
Shadow follows close behind.
Finis
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