Book1:TeDream-Maker (第21/166页)

heirworkincreasedinthislife-ahcrisis．Heavybreathingcouldbeheardastheywentabouttheirarduoustask．Thetwenty-fourbeautieswithslenderfingersmoldedthesculpturaltfighterswithbulgingmusclesintheirarmsandlegsandalsotheiableansassignsoftheirmasestrength．Thenthebeautieswouldblowtheirbreathintothemandtheywouldetolife-strongmuscursoldiers．Theproudcreatorwouldthenpathercreationonthebadsay，"Begood，myboy”andsendhimtotheothersideofthehill．Soonhundredsofsoldierswerecreated．

    ThecoldaeousMedusawaswaitingtotraiheartofwar．Attractedbyherbeautyandshakenbyherseverityandsterheybecamewillingpupilsahroughherrigoroustrainingscheduledocilely．DimitriwatchedallthisandwasfortedbythethoughtthatthoughIleenhadbetrayedhim，themajorityofthebeautieswereloyandwillingtosharehisfatewhichwasatstake．Shoutsofbattlecouldbeheardingfromthevalleyandmessengerscametoreportonthecourseofthebattle，butDimitriwasnottroubledbecausehekhatohesecrettunnelreparedforwar,itregnable．Newsoldiersjoihebattleaftertheirtraining，bringingwiththemrengthandvigor．Dimitriwatchedthemandthought，"Thesearetheonlybeingsnotbornofthehumanuterus，thestraandmostmysteriousofhumanansforreproduwhilywomehislookslikeamaledominatedworld，butiyitistrolledbywomen.”

    TheteautumnsunwasstillpowerfundshonewarmlyonDimitri’sseeminglymotionlessfleshbodylyingfortablyonthereer．Buthisbrainwaswhirlingwithactivity．Thecragofdryleavesastheywerecrushedbypassingautomobilesandthedroningofairpnesoverheaddidnotdisturbhisslumber．Ifhecouldsleeponforeverlikethis，itwouldactuallybeablessingbecausethenhewouldbeabletoliveforeverinhisdreamswithouthavingtofacereality．Thefragranceoffreshly-madecoffeepermeatedtheroomandblendedexcellentlywiththeclear,crispautumnair．

    MariannayasshedrovetowardstheKaffee’sluxuriousmansioakenashower，putonherbestsuitandwaslookingforwardtothesubstantialtipshealwaysgotfromMr．Kaffee．"SomesayMr．Kaffeeisanunscrupulousman,adonoftheMafia”shethought.“Buthelookslikeanice，generousoldmantome．Why，ifhelikedthefoodIcookforhimandhisfriends，hemightevengivemeafewthousanddolrs!"Andshedimpledatthethought．Theseryhadgottenmorebeautifusshedroveon．Theviewfromtherightsidewindowwastheowithitsppingbluewater；fromhersideshecouldseeendlessspansofmountainranges．Adeadseagullfloatedoer，iandlifeless，softlyppedbythewaves．Lifeahmightseemliketwooppositeextremes，butthedifferencewasactuallyslight．Thatsamebodyhadoncebeenalivelymemberofaflock，flyingfreelyandhappily，butnowitydesertedanddisregarded．TheroadseemedtobebuiltfortheKaffees，astherewerenootherhousesinsight．Suddenly，herthoughtsturoherhusbandandsonandherfacesoftehinkingoftheirimmireunion．ButoherhandtherewasDimitri,whomshetrulyloved．Butonceherhusbandandsoheywouldhavetopart．ThinkingofDimitri，shefrowned．

    "WhydidhesaythattherewouldbedrastigesintheKaffeehouseholdinadayortwo?WhydidhewaellMrs．Kaffeetorun?Howdidheknowhername?"Justthen，awhiteRollsRoyce，whichMariannareizedasbelongingtoMrs．Kaffee，camerushingdownthemountainroad,swayingdrunkenly．

    BeforeMariannacouldgetoutofherway，theoningcarbrushedherfenderand