Poseidon’s temper was legendary, but his wrath would be second to none if he learned of her betrayal.
When the time came, only her handmaiden, Miryam, was present. Amphitrite nuzzled the baby’s neck to memorize his scent then wrapped the tiny boy in her gossamer shawl.
“Take him and go,” she said to Miryam. “I cannot bear to look upon him any longer.”
Miryam placed the seashell and its precious cargo into the currents of the Aegean and watched as it washed away to some distant shore.
What became of the boy would not be known for generations to come.
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