Page 64 of Hekate: The Witch

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in the direction of the voice.

That was when I saw him.

A boy with shorn hair

and an angular face, dressed

in long robes. But it was his eyes that sang.

They were so tired and yet so kind.

He held a staff in one hand

and in his other hand,

three red, red cuts of raw meat.

Unlike his reaction with me

Cerberus whined in the direction

of this visitor, his huge tail thumping.

The boy stepped forward

and gently placed the meat

before each head.

The three-headed dog

devoured them hungrily.

And then the boy reached forward

and touched one of Cerberus’ heads.

‘Hello, little one,’ he whispered,

‘It has been some time.’

‘Little one?’ I exclaimed,

‘He is three times the size of a lion!’

The boy chuckled at this.

‘All dogs are little ones to me.

I see them all from birth to death.’

He looked at me.

‘Would you like to try being friends

with him now? He should be docile.’

I nodded and stood up.

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