In nature anomalies have always existed. There were born two-headed snakes and calves, individuals with one single eye like disguising Cyclops , and especially lucky ones- with two hearts - basic and spare.
Through put mode in Micenas, where ruled Eurystheus, was utterly democratic. Everyone passed in the kingdom - the poor and artisans, merchants and pilgrims, oligarchs and congressmen of the neighboring states. No passports and transit visas was required, only fingerprints of legs. Eurystheus rightly believed that the more people visited the kingdom the better would be for the economy.
Therefore the flow of people was encouraged but only in the daytime. The gates were closed at night and an unwary traveler was forced to walk in the open field until morning. One day a beggar came to the kingdom with an oar on his shoulder. Of course, this fact could no way fall into the category of outstanding, but the man told such amazing things that actually came in the view of secret services, which existed in all forms of government. First, he was brought to the local police station and a little later, an interrogation commenced. The information obtained in the usual way, was sent by courier to the city office, which was located exactly opposite it. After the man passed a lie detector test (a very expensive device discharged from Athens), he was forwarded to the king.
- Tell me, and remember that there exists death, ha ha ha.
(Eurystheus loved stupid jokes).
- Your Majesty, I know that my story is improbable, but alas, sometimes the truth looks more lying than the lie.
- Stop philosophizing, idiot, and tell me everything you know, - talked Antimache the wife of Eurystheus, a striking blonde with stunning make-up.
- Oh, the most wonderful of all queens, it was so. Our ship which was on the route of Marseille - Mumbai crashed on unknown rocks - began the beggar - but we all swam ashore.
There armed men were waiting for us , judging by the hairstyles and pinned on his chest images they were Thracians. They took us to the interior of the country pushing with spears. Finally we reached the log house, surrounded by a high fence. By the loud rye and clatter of hoofs, we realized that it was a stable, and decided they wanted to make us stablemen . But when the gates opened , we saw that the yard was littered with human bones. They pushed us over the fence, and one of the Thracians called "Let them out! " Horses broke out of the stable. You should have seen these monsters! They jumped on us and began to gnaw. One me has been saved.
- Who owns the horses? – impatiently interrupted Eurystheus.
- Diomedes, - replied the beggar. – He is a king ...
- Enough! - yelled Eurystheus. – The servants will feed you and give rags from my shoulder.
The beggar noticed with surprise how the king's face got a pleased smile. The beggar didn't that he did a favour to Eurystheus for which he could get more than a worn coat and a bowl of soup. Already a month Eurystheus hadn't rested at all, wondering what else he could instruct to Hercules. And then he made a decision: let Heracles bring the horses.
- Diomedes, Diomedes - repeated the king – I just shall not forget.
- You, hero, must bring me horses of the king Dimedrol.
Hercules’s ears stood straight.
- Who is it?
- Who, who?The horse in coat. Dee-mee-droole.
- And where does he live?
- He lives in the kingdom of the king Diomedes, that's where he lives.
Hercules, of course, understood that Eurystheus was sick.
- Please confirm it in a written way.
- Don’t you believe me? Take and read it.
- Your signature and the stamp, please.
- What a bureaucrat you are! Take it.
The lighthearted hero left the palace and went straight to the port. On the way he met his friend Abderus, son of Hermes, a cheerful, sprightly guy. Learning where the hero goes Abderus pleaded.
- Take me with you, Hercules; I'll be useful for you.
- I do not know, I do not know. Your father may not like it.
- Let's ask him.
Of course, after the first turn they met Hermes with a basket of fruit in hand.
- Yeah, I know everything. Go, but be careful.
North wind harsh blew to the nose of the ship, as if wanting to ward off the inevitable death of the hero. That's what thought the companions of Hercules, and he hounded some stories till the time when the pilot pointed to a rock.
- We have reached Hercules. Be set down.
The landed group entered the campaign and soon came to the farm where animals were kept. Sensing the smell of meat, the horses neighed and rushed at people. But there it was. Bale, bale, bale, bale - and all the four mares lay unconscious. Soldiers being led by Diomedes came to meet them. And a fierce battle began.
Having entrusted horses to Abderus, Hercules entered into the battle and soon knocked all of them down with his club. Returning to the stables, the hero saw how horses were finishing eating Abderus.
He barely restrained himself not to kill the vile creatures. However, remembering the order, Hercules tied the horses, severely beat and placed them in a previously prepared cell.
With fear in his eyes Eurystheus was staring at the mares, who were attacking people.
- Do with them what you want. Your feat is counted.
With great joy Hercules smashed the mares' head, which he later regretted.
- If only he sold their meat...