On this particular day Blind Io, by dint of constant vigilance
the chief of the gods, sat with his chin on his hand
and looked at the gaming board on the red marble table in
front of him. Blind Io had got his name because, where his
eye sockets should have been, there were nothing but two
areas of blank skin. His eyes, of which he had an impressively
large number, led a semi-independent life of their
own. Several were currently hovering above the table.