*Soothsay: To fortell events; predict.
The oracle looked on Leonidas, king of Sparta.
Even kings tremble before fate, no man can know the future but an oracle… an oracle can soothsay. Oracles are blessed by the gods, especially so the oracles of Delphi.
Slowly her dry lips parted, Leonidas leaned forward straining his ears to hear her soft voice.
“………” It was no use she spoke as a whisper.
But then suddenly booming the soothsayer’s voice reverberated through the halls.
“Hear your fate, O dwellers in Sparta of the wide spaces;
Either your famed, great town must be sacked by Perseus’ sons,
Or, if that be not, the whole land of Lacedaemon
Shall morn the death of a king of the house of Heracles,
For not the strength of lions or of bulls shall hold him,
Strength against strength; for he has the power of Zeus,
And will not be checked until one of these two he has consumed.”
Then the voice receded and her lips closed, there would be no more soothsaying for today.
“There is your warning King of Sparta, the Oracle has answered your question now you must decide what you do.” cried a priest ushering for Leonidas to leave.
And so rising from the ground he bowed to the oracle and priest, he had come for the oracle to soothsay and she had.
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*Prophecy wording sourced from: http://pythiaofdelphi.weebly.com/pythia-prophecies.html
Seeing as today’s word was soothsay I thought I would do a rendition of my favourite historical soothsayer.