Trevor Anthony McGregor

Marsyas Flayed

Marsyas Flayed Our pilgrimage from Phrygia to Mount Nysa is long, the Sun fierce as we move southerly. But anticipation of the god’s presence colors the mood and eases the walk. And what delightful company I have! My priestess Kybele—in fact a goddess, embodiment of the Great Mother—strides beside me. (Only when we pass by settlements does she climb into her chair to be carried, for the sake of appearance.)