Basio, Zyndal and I had determined that we would make a journey to that fabled land of antiquity, known as Atlantis, and so, about four years ago, we made our first attempt (see the stories, "Beyond the Pillars of Hercules" and "The Gardens of Antilla"). Zyndal's efforts bore fruit and we arrived by ship in the early spring of that year. Upon our arrival, our eyes were immediately drawn to the majestic temple dedicated to Poseidon that sat on the great hill overlooking the city. The outside of the temple was covered in dazzling silver with the pinnacles covered in gold. It was truly awe inspiring.

As we stood there, rapt in wonder, the sound of the clarion call of silver trumpets floated out over the morning breeze. The sweet sound echoed down the hillside from the great temple itself. Seemingly a signal to the populace, the trumpets suddenly called out with a fierce intensity. From shops and homes came a surging mass of humanity numbering in the thousands. It was all we could do to stand fast in this onslaught of devotees of Poseidon.

Our way up the long avenue to the temple was now completely blocked as the huge procession coming out of the temple was joined by the multitude that had just taken to the streets. Joyously waving flowers and fronds, they happily welcomed the priests and the statue of Poseidon that was now making it's way down the hill. We were rightly concerned that we could become separated in this frenzied throng and so, plans were quickly made to meet at the temple. More and more enthusiastic disciples were joining the crowd and when I looked to say something to Basio, he was gone! I saw him wildly waving to me at the corner of the street of the silversmiths, but then he just disappeared. Zyndal was also swept away as he turned to see my frantic gestures towards Basio. He was being pulled in the opposite direction, but I kept my eye on the top of his staff, trying to follow his path. Suddenly, I too was engulfed by the surging crowd as the procession made it's tumultuous way through the streets.

The details of that exciting afternoon will be discussed at a later time. Suffice it to say that we were all finally reunited in the late afternoon at the portico in front of the massive temple. Basio certainly looked a little worse for wear and Zyndal was evidently a bit tipsy. We took a few moments to relate our adventures to each other, then, in awe of the splendor of our surroundings, we cautiously approached the temple dedicated to Poseidon, God of the Sea.

As we entered, soft music welcomed us. Although there were no musicians present, the music followed wherever one walked. This incredible temple, the heart of Atlantis and the wonder of the ancient world, was enormous! We walked upon skillfully wrought pathways of red, black and white marble for which Atlantis was justifiably famous. Looking above, our eyes were drawn to the intricate ceiling of white ivory, decorated with glowing, precious jewels. We could scarcely breathe from the glory we beheld. Yet, the best was still to come! An enormous statue of Poseidon in his chariot pulled by six winged, golden horses now greeted us. Sea nymphs and dolphins on all sides seemed to float in the air and, if you looked away, when you looked back again, they had somehow changed positions. How this marvel was accomplished, no one can tell. Yet, they floated around and beside Poseidon giving the impression that one swam beneath the ocean depths. Fountains also were in abundance and the sound of the playful water with the enchanting music was a joy to hear. The rare metal, orichalcum, was found everywhere, furnishing a burnished, golden splendor to the entire temple. A pillar of this glowing material, with the inscribed laws of Atlantis, stood in the very center of the temple.

With difficulty, I tore myself away from these dazzling sights to sketch out a few lines of musical thoughts for later expansion. More adventures lay before us, but those tales will be told at a later date. For now, close your eyes, listen to the music, and see the sights before you. May you too experience the glory of the Temple of Poseidon............Davutus