Several days later, atop a lonely island.
Stars scattered across the sky, the night as tranquil as water, Themis leaned back in her chair, perusing through the dozen or so parchment scrolls titled "Aesop's Fables Collection."
The stories within were concise and powerful, with apt metaphors and vivid imagery, and the language was both witty and humorous. Reading them carefully, each contained hidden wisdom, offering insights to people of varying ages and creatures in different states of mind.
Soon, Themis finished the first dozen fables, her attention then captured by an intriguing story among them.
The gist of it was that a father, for the sake of a sacrifice, killed his daughter, the mother harbored resentment, colluding with her lover to kill the father, and the son, in the name of revenge, killed his mother.
And the verdict of arbitration was that the son should be released as innocent.
This kind of just revenge should be forgiven.
"Is such a judgment not too absurd?"