The rocks on either side of the Falls were covered with wild flowers and the silver water reflecting the sunshine and the vivid blue of the sky made the most enchanting picture Xenia had ever seen.
“Do you want to go behind the water?” the King asked as she stood there transfixed without speaking.
“Behind?” she questioned.
“It is where the ancient priests went to listen to the Oracle,” he explained. “When the Falls were quiet and gentle in the summer, as they are now, they imagined that the Gods, who live high on the mountains, were pleased with them. But in the winter when the water rushes down in a torrent from the snows they thought that the Gods were angry.”
“I can understand how much it meant to them,” Xenia said, “for I have never seen anything so beautiful.”
“Let’s consult the
