Isolde

 She fastened sandals beneath her feet, the immortal sandals of lovely gold that carried her, swift as airy winds, over ocean and over boundless earth. And she took the great spear, tall, strong, heavy, and brazen tipped with which she strikes down the ranks of warriers who have aroused her wrath- is she not the child of a mighty father? Then off she set: from the heights of Olympus.
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