“Excuse me, ma’am,” said Zammie.
The priestess’ eyes opened and her
head lifted to look at the two children. Zammie took a half-step back when he saw the
white, milky gloss where pupils should have been.
“Um, I have nothing to offer you
because my cousin and I are a long way from home, and we miss our parents very
much.” Zammie felt his voice begin to quiver. “But is there anything you can
tell us to help us return home? Any advice for us at all?”
Zammie was surprised at how young she
looked. He had always envisioned the Oracle at Delphi as being an old hag or
witch, but this woman was probably in her late twenties. She had a very pretty
face with long brown hair that hung down over her slender shoulders. She wore a
hint of dark rouge on her pale cheeks; her fair skin was that of a girl who had
been hidden away in a temple all her life. Her teardrop lips were like those of
a China doll.
The Oracle didn’t move for a few
moments but then she closed her eyes.
“The Oracle does not give advice
without tribute,” said the male attendant with a sneer. “You children should
run along.”
Zammie didn’t like the man’s
condescending attitude.
“I know, but, please, sir, just some
help for us to get home—“
“Be gone!” said the attendant. He took a step towards Zammie as if he was
going to grab him, but the voice of the Oracle stopped him.
“Wait,” said the priestess. She had opened her eyes again and
they were no longer white. Zammie could see the woman had soft green eyes that
looked like glistening emeralds. “Young
man. You are not from this time.”
-- from Time Trip #1: The Journey to Ancient Greece
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
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