![]() ![]() That was more indecent than if she had deceived Philip with a mortal. Why was she so exhausted during the daytime? Because at night she conjured up the most evil spirits. The whole court discussed what forces she kept company with at midnight. Most of the time she was silent, sitting there and brooding, and at most she mumbled gloomily that she was tired. ![]() Even Philip was familiar with these well-aimed boxes round the ears. As she was known to be hot-tempered and even brutal, nobody dared to contradict her many, who had nevertheless risked it, had felt her hand on their face, making it burn. She was completely inaccessible to logical consideration and was stubbornly dogmatic to the point of blindness. Many considered the queen to be very stupid, but then others thought she was mentally disturbed. Her hair, which she wore short, was shaggy and curly, and her neglected, slender hands had something wild and predatory about them. Also very disturbing was her mouth, a large mouth, with thin, strongly curved lips, reminding you of the mouth of a lion at rest. Characteristic of this look, which, under the long pointed eyelashes, was profoundly mocking, was an uncanny force drawing you in, and it was both impassioned and ice cold. It was rare indeed that Olympias spoke, for she mostly remained silent, and looked in an unfathomable way from beneath her stubbornly lowered brow. Landike told of the vine made of gold with emerald grapes, of the golden river and the Sun Well, ¹ and of all kinds of adventures, pranks and foolish behaviour of the lesser and the medium level gods, but she did not dare to touch on the great gods, for she had a reverent attitude.īut when the mother told a story, the rest of the world sunk out of sight, and there remained only her deep, evenly rumbling voice. Her stories were not so marvellous as those of the mother, but they touched your heart. The way she staggered around, with her kind-hearted face! It was comfortable being with her, and her bosom, which rose and fell in a friendly way, was a refuge, which you could rely on. Leonidas, who called himself a pedagogue, although he was at best an attendant, was a good person, even if he did hawk and let wind as well and Landike, the stout and asthmatic wet nurse, was also a good person. It smelt of sweat and alcohol when you were close to him, but of herbs and her beautiful hair close to the mother. Why did the father laugh in such an unpleasant way, and if you did not laugh with him, he became sullen. But the man did not notice how full of hate and angry the child’s look was.Įverything seemed good, even the mother’s snakes, and it was only the father whom he rejected. ![]() The child did not cry, but looked at the bearded man, who was roaring with laughter, in a piercing way. This he did for the most part, and he only talked with the child on festive occasions, during which he liked to tease it in a rough way. Life was completely beautiful, as long as the father stayed in the background. ![]() Similar beings lived in the trees and bushes, and especially charming little ones in the flowers, which one was not allowed to pick for that reason. And in the ripples of the brooks and the mountain rivers there also dwelt beings, which were mysterious, but so loveable as well, that you could listen to them for hours, when they joked around, danced and burbled away. Concerning the animals Alexander knew that the souls of the deceased dwelt in them, and that it was better to handle this little dog and that little donkey gently, for perhaps they might be your grandfather transformed. There were the sun, enchanted animals and swiftly flowing waters. ![]()
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