What is lost intriques me…

“Oh muse, the following are the adventures of the great Hector of Troy.”

I am more intriqued by what is not found.  So much has been lost to dust, mites and the appetite of bugs.  Virgil survives and so does Homer, but what adventures have been lost to the ravages of time.  Could there have been a Hectoriad – an adventure of the great hero?  Something is waiting to be found…I feel it.  It sits somewhere out there in a box, in a scroll, in a leather bag encased in amber.

“Oh muse, the following are the adventures of the great Hector of Troy.  Before the fall of the great city, he was tasked by the gods to find the golden horse on the red sand plains…”
Well, I can dream.

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