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Iolaus won the race by an easy length, to the surprise of a
lot of people who expected one of the rangier, long legged competitors to win.
Hercules managed to hide his smirk as he collected his winnings. Growing up with
Hercules as a team-mate had honed Iolaus' natural talents to perfection and his
size belied his strength, speed and stamina. He was frequently underestimated.
Hercules was right there cheering when Jason held up his friend's arm and
presented him with the ribbon and offered him a drink the silver double handed
winner's cup. As Iolaus' sipped, he met Hercules eyes, wrinkling his nose at the
taste of the wine. Hercules bit back a laugh, clapping enthusiastically along
with the others and wrapping an arm around Iolaus' shoulders when he came to his
side, winner's ribbons fluttering brightly around his upper arm.
"I'm starving, Herc," he announced cheerfully above the noise
of the crowd.
"Then let's do lunch," Hercules suggested.
"One of your better ideas. I could eat…"
"Excuse me for interrupting," Coronus said quietly as he
loped up to them. His face was pale, his expression grim and he looked as if he
was holding himself tightly under control by the skin of his teeth.
"Hey, are you okay?" Iolaus looked up at him in concern.
Coronus nodded weakly and gripped his shoulder for a second.
"I will be, but thank you for asking. Hercules, Jason would like to see you."
"What, now?" Hercules gave him a disappointed look. He was
hungry too and he had been waiting for the race to be over so he could eat with
Iolaus. In a few hours, the games would be over and he was nervous enough to
need to be distracted if he was going to be able to eat.
"Yes, now," Coronus said steadily. "Come on."
Iolaus nudged the demi-god in the ribs. "Look on the bright
side, Herc, Jason must think a lot of you. You stand a pretty good chance of
making it onto the quest."
"I wanted my lunch," Hercules complained.
"I'll save you some of the sweetbread rolls you like," Iolaus
offered.
Hercules sighed. "Yeah, okay. Get the ham and pickle ones,"
he grumbled. "See you later."
Iolaus grinned at him as the demi-god stomped off with
Coronus. When Hercules looked back, he was deep in conversation with Talaus who
was looking uneasy about something. He could feel his freedom slipping away and
responsibility creeping up on him in its place and not for the first time he
found himself wondering if maybe he had grown up faster than he should.
* * *
It was the grim expression on Idas' face that told Hercules
what he was going to find. Coronus had led him to the private wing of the lodge
house where Jason and the others were staying.
"Who is it?" he asked as they halted at the closed door. Idas
rapped on the wooden panel sharply.
"Mendicas," Idas answered gloomily.
"The scribe?" Hercules was shocked. Pompous and soused though
Mendicas had always seemed, Hercules would never have expected him to be
murdered somehow. Lynceus opened the door, beckoning him and Coronus inside.
The room was light and airy, painted with pale pastel
colours. A stack of amphora on the trunk against the wall told their own silent
story. Jason stood by the window, his hands clenched in the small of his back as
he gazed out through the half-open shutter at the beach below.
Mendicas lay on the bed, huddled into a ball with his limbs
cramped tight by spasming muscle. An amphora lay in shards by the body, clamped
so tight in his grip that it had shattered and spilled wine like blood to soak
into the bed in a pinkish stain. There was no sign of blood anywhere and
Ranberus was present, examining the body. Hercules was surprised to see the
healer. Jason had quietly kept him out of the other murders. Unless this wasn't
murder, but something else…
"Jason?" Hercules queried quietly.
The prince took a deep breath and turned to face the new
arrivals. "Coronus came to get Mendicas to fill out the records on the race," he
said quietly. "He found him like this and called Ranberus to help."
Hercules shot a quick look at Coronus. "You okay?"
"I've felt better," Coronus admitted. "Jase, if you don't
need me…"
Jason nodded. "Go get some fresh air."
Coronus gave him a grateful look, shot a quick look at
Mendicas and then hurried out. Idas closed the door quietly behind him.
"He's blaming himself," Jason observed. "They were arguing
before this happened. He thinks if they hadn't been and Mendicas hadn’t gone off
in a huff…"
"It would have happened a little later is all," Ranberus
interrupted. He was sniffing one of the broken shards, grimacing at its scent.
"I've known Mendicas for a long time. He's always been a drinker."
"You think wine killed him?" Jason asked, almost hopefully.
"I think what was in the wine killed him," Ranberus
corrected. "It was poison that did this."
"Poison?" Jason echoed, glancing at the body. "Was it
suicide?"
They all shivered at the suggestion and eased back a little
from the bed.
"No," Ranberus said however, offering the amphora shard to
Jason. "It was in this. More than enough to kill a man."
"Or several men?" Hercules asked sharply.
Jason frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"That looks like the amphora they filled the winners cup
from," Hercules explained. "He took it from Coronus when he went off in a huff."
"They were arguing about how Mendicas buying cheap wine and
watering it," Lynceus agreed. "Then drinking the good stuff himself."
"You can't think Coronus would…" Jason paused, eyeing
Hercules' expression uneasily.
"The winners cup," Hercules blurted, his eyes filling with
horror. "Mendicas filled the winner's cup with that stuff. Iolaus!"
Swinging around in panic, he nearly bowled Lynceus over as he hurled open the
door and barrelled off down the corridor.
Lynceus looked over at Jason in dawning horror. "Iolaus won
the race…"
"Ranberus! Grab your gear and move it!" Jason bellowed,
grabbing the healer's arm even as he yelled orders. "Iolaus will need your help.
Idas, stay here. Lynceus…."
* * *
Iolaus was feeling strange, almost floaty, as if he wasn't
really connected to the ground. Actually, considering how far above the ground
he was, he was probably right. He was walking the balance beam in his bare feet,
taking part an impromptu match with Aethalides to see who was better at a
balancing. Talaus was off taking part in the climbing race otherwise he would
probably have joined in.
Iolaus paused in mid step, convinced that the beam was
bending under his feet. His confidence seemed to ebbing away and he could feel
his knees trembling. He studied the beam suspiciously, knowing that looking down
was always a bad idea. The ground seemed to be receding as if he was floating
higher and higher. Suddenly determined to get down off the beam before he fell,
he took a step forward and a surge of dizziness swept over him.
"Iolaus? Are you okay?" Aethalides voice seemed to come from
far, far away. Not teasing, or mocking, but genuinely concerned.
Get me down… Iolaus could hear the words inside his own
head, but he couldn't say them. He eased another step forward and the world
shimmered around him. For a horrible second, the ground below seemed to open
into a vast blue white chasm of ice, dropping away beneath him for mile after
mile of glacial depth. Transparent ice took on shimmering shades of blue and
white and grey and something shot up at him out of the depths, a spiky shape
that he had seen once before, its fanged maw gaping open…
His foot touched the beam again and the tremor of the wood
beneath his weight snapped him from vision to reality and the knowledge that the
beam was breaking beneath him, dropping him into that ice filled chasm….
* * *
Hercules heard the sharp crack of breaking beam as he
galloped over the sand and saw Iolaus topple forwards and fall. "No!" It was a
long drop and he knew Instinctively that this was it, this time he wasn't going
to be there to catch him and Iolaus was going to get hurt and it was all his
fault…
He exploded through the shocked crowd, knowing that he was
bare seconds too late and that all it took was seconds…
And saw Polydeceus nip smartly underneath and catch Iolaus
deftly in his muscular arms. The big man staggered under his weight but he held
Iolaus secure before lowering the hunter to the ground and kneeling anxiously
beside him.
"He's out cold," Aethalides exclaimed in alarm, feeling his
throat for a pulse as Hercules barged through to his friend's side. "My father
will kill me."
"Look at that beam!" Castor growled, leaning over his brother
and resting his hand on his shoulder. "That's half sawn through. He could have
been hurt badly if you hadn't caught him…"
"Later," Hercules growled, elbowing Aethalides to one side so
he could check Iolaus' pulse for himself. He glared at the Herald. "Were you
warned about this?"
"My father never said a word," Aethalides admitted.
Iolaus groaned, distracting all of them as he opened his
eyes. "What?"
"Lie still. Ranberus is on his way."
"Don't think I'm hurt," Iolaus argued, lifting his head for a
second then sinking back again. "Uh …maybe I’ll lie down for a while."
"Maybe you’d better. You've been poisoned."
"No, I’m fine…"
"You've been poisoned," Hercules insisted.
"But I…" Iolaus protested feebly.
"Poisoned."
"Poisoned?" Iolaus widened his eyes at him.
"Yes, lie still," Hercules rested a warm hand on his
forehead, alarmed by the cold clammy feel of his skin. "Has anyone got a cloak?
He's freezing."
Aseus handed over his and Hercules quickly wrapped it around
his friend as, to his relief, Ranberus puffed up with Jason behind him and knelt
beside them. The healer checked Iolaus' pulse then delved into his satchel for a
clay bottle. With Hercules supporting Iolaus' shoulders, he persuaded the young
warrior to drink the contents down, ignoring his feeble complaints about the
taste.
"Will he be all right?" Jason asked in concern.
"Depends how much he took," Ranberus answered as he kept his
fingers on Iolaus' wrist. "Iolaus? How much did you drink from the winners'
cup?"
Iolaus gave him a foggy look, feeling distinctly weird and
increasingly nauseous. "Sip or two…was horrible…" He made a grab at
Hercules' hand, clinging to him tightly. "I think…" With a small squeezed out
whimper, he rolled over and threw up violently.
"Excellent," Ranberus exclaimed.
"Excellent?!" Hercules bellowed in fury even as he
caressed Iolaus' hair soothingly with one hand and wrapped an arm around his
quaking shoulders.
"He threw up," Ranberus explained.
"I can see that!"
"It was either that or stick my fingers down his throat,"
Ranberus retorted. "And he looks like the kind to bite."
"Damn straight," Iolaus gasped, shivering violently. "Why's
it so cold?"
"The shock to your body," Ranberus said gently, tucking the
cloak more firmly around him. "Don't look so scared now. Let's get you to bed
and I'll give you something to make you feel better. Do you think you can
stand?"
"If someone helps me up." Hercules was quick to grab him and
half lift his friend to his feet. Iolaus hung on his arm desperately as the demi-god
wrapped the too long cloak around him. "Stop fussing," he scolded however and
pushed away, swayed wildly and toppled over backwards. Jason caught him under
the arms and lowered him to the ground, grinning down at the miserable young
warrior.
"That first step is always tricky," he teased.
Iolaus grimaced at him. "I don’t feel well," he complained
pathetically. "Why does everything have to spin so much?"
"Because you're ill," Jason said gently. "Lie still, Suntop."
"Oh, no, not you too…" Iolaus moaned and closed his eyes.
"He really shouldn't exert himself," the healer fussed
anxiously. "Hercules, do you think you could carry him?"
"It's not a matter of whether or not I can carry him, it's
whether or not Iolaus will let me carry him," the demi-god observed
wryly.
"Right now, he's going to do as he's told," Jason said grimly
before Iolaus could open his mouth to argue. "One thing a captain expects of his
crew is that they take orders."
"I'm not one of your crew yet," Iolaus mumbled, then ruined
his display of defiance with a small whimper of distress that distracted both
him and a worried Hercules from Jason's mysterious smile.
"Come on, Iolaus, don't fight me for once," Hercules said
kindly, scooping his friend off the ground, cloak and all.
Iolaus groaned as his head spun violently at the movement and
he closed his eyes, fighting down more nausea. He found it easier to rest his
head on Hercules' broad shoulder and concentrate on not feeling nauseated than
think about the sway of Hercules' movement as he walked. It wasn't so
embarrassing if he didn't have to look at all the people staring at him. Through
the roaring in his ears, he heard the rumble Hercules' voice made in his chest
as he spoke. "Jason, what about the poison? If it's in the winner's cup…"
"You worry about Iolaus, I’ll worry about the cup," Jason
answered from far away. "I sent Lynceus to find it."
Then everything went fuzzy and grey and, to his relief, the
world kind of drifted away…
* * *
It was growing dark when Iolaus woke reluctantly from a too
deep sleep that had been full of dreams of ice caverns and monsters calling him
from silently gaping mouths. He vaguely remembered Hercules helping him undress
and climb into bed and hearing his own voice quavering as he complained bitterly
how cold he was. Ranberus' voice had been a quiet buzz in the background as
Hercules bundled the furs around him, tucking them in against the small of his
back and under his feet until Iolaus could hardly move. Not that he cared, with
their warmth and the gradual lessening of his nausea now that he was lying down,
he had started to feel a fraction better. Ranberus had given him another potion
to drink and he remembered threatening to hurt him if it made him nauseous
again, but he remembered nothing after that except warm fuzzy darkness after
them and the relief of sliding into sleep.
Now he pried his eyes open and focused fuzzily on the last
sunshine spilling through the shutters, throwing golden beams across the black
furs and red blankets of his bed. Sighing, Iolaus snuggled down a little
further, hunting after more sleep. He supposed he should feel hungry, but a
painful little twinge from his stomach told him that he really wasn't
interested. As sleep slipped elusively further away, he became aware of others
things. The way his shoulder itched where he'd been bitten, the chilly feeling
deep down inside him and the way his head felt like it was being squeezed tight
as if a cord had been tied around his temples and was being pulled tight.
Unnerved, Iolaus clawed his way out of the furs and sat up,
massaging his neck and temples until the tension eased. "Too much sleep," he
muttered to himself, looking around his room. He had half-expected Hercules to
be there and was a little put out that there was no sign of the demi-god. A
flicker of unease ran through him as he realised he really didn't want to be on
his own. Hearing voices in the corridor outside decided him to move and he
listened curiously as he reached for his clothes.
"Coronus, there's nothing to see," Ranberus was saying
firmly. "It was little more than a scratch in the first place." Sitting on the
edge of the bed, Iolaus wriggled into his pants, scratched his shoulder
irritably and then grabbed for his jerkin.
"But it itches!"
"That means it's getting better," Ranberus replied patiently.
"Look, you can see it's fine for yourself."
Iolaus stamped his feet into his boots and pushed cautiously
to his feet. He wobbled a little and he still felt a fraction dizzy, but the
horrible swirling had stopped. Keeping one hand on the wall, he made his way
carefully to the half open door and eased out into the corridor. He was spotted
instantly.
"What are you doing up?" Ranberus demanded, bearing down on
him.
"I couldn't sleep any more."
"Nonsense."
"My shoulder itches…" Iolaus looked past the healer to
Coronus for back up. Coronus had obviously slipped into his festival finery for
he was wearing black leather pants and vest over a copper tunic that brought his
hair to blazing life.
"Perfectly normal," Ranberus assured him primly.
"I have a headache."
"All the more reason for you to lie down."
"My headache feels better standing up," Iolaus answered back
and stood his ground as Ranberus attempted to shoo him back into the room.
"Where's Herc?" he appealed to Coronus.
"He was here all afternoon, but Jason wanted him for
something. So I offered to, uh…" Coronus considered saying baby-sit and changed
his mind at the look Iolaus gave him. "…bodyguard you."
"Like I need a bodyguard," Iolaus sniffed.
"You need something," Ranberus muttered.
"I heard that!" Iolaus complained indignantly.
"You were meant to."
"Oh…" Somewhat at a loss, Iolaus stood still as the healer
fussed over him, checking his pulse, peering into his eyes and finally taking a
look at his shoulder. "Can I go now?" Iolaus asked hopefully at last. "You don't
expect me to miss the last night of the games, do you?
"I suppose not. All right," Ranberus said reluctantly at
last. "I suppose it won't hurt you to get up and walk around for a little
while."
"Cool!" Iolaus chirped, glad of the prospect of company.
"But no wine, though."
"What?" Iolaus braked and protested on general principles.
"Aw, come on…"
Ranberus gave him a grim look. "You were poisoned this
afternoon. It's sheer luck that you weren't killed. A mouthful or two more and
there would have been nothing I could do." He paused, meeting Iolaus' uneasy
eyes. "I'm not being mean, kid," he said more gently. "But wine on top of what
you've been through is really going to make you seriously ill. Besides which,
it’ll react with the potion I gave you and you won't know which way up you are."
"I don't think he knows that usually anyway," Coronus
chuckled.
Iolaus glared at him.
"You needn't think it's so funny," Ranberus said however.
"I'm expecting you to watch him."
"Me?!" Coronus exclaimed in dismay. "But I…"
"You volunteered to be his bodyguard, remember?" Ranberus
reminded him pointedly.
"Yes, but…." Coronus shot a sharp look at Iolaus, certain he
saw a huge grin vanishing form the hunter's face to be replaced by a look of
limpid innocence.
"Do you want to tell Hercules how he wandered off all
alone and helpless?"
"I'm never helpless!" Iolaus protested.
Coronus swore bitterly and grabbed Iolaus' arm. "Come on
before he changes his mind," he grumbled at him. Iolaus wriggled out of his grip
and fell into step beside him.
"Does your arm itch?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah. Your shoulder?"
"Yeah," Iolaus and Coronus exchanged a look.
"It's probably the magic. Ranberus said we were getting
better."
"Yeah…" Iolaus chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. "You seen
Talaus?"
"He was on the beach a while ago. Some sort of knife throwing
contest. He and Aethalides were doing pretty good."
"Was Talaus okay?"
"A bit jumpy maybe. But considering what's happened, it's not
surprising. He asked about you."
"Hmmh."
"Hmmh? Hmmh what?" Coronus asked suspiciously.
"When I talked to Talaus he said he was having a twitchy
feeling, like something was going to happen. He said it usually happens when the
weather is going to change, but sometimes…"
Coronus shrugged. "It looked like a change in the weather was
brewing, but as long as it holds off until the party is over, why worry? It's
probably his imagination anyway."
Iolaus looked up at him slowly and didn't answer. He wished
he had had time to talk to Hercules about Talaus' feelings before Jason had sent
for the demi-god. It was that 'But sometimes…' that worried him. Iolaus had
learned to trust both his own and Hercules intuition even before Cheiron started
to teach them.
"Hey, come on. Brighten up, sunshine," Coronus interrupted
his thoughts. "You've got good reason to be happy."
"I have?"
Coronus grinned at him. "Trust me, Iolaus, you have very good
reason. Take my word for it."
* * *
Propped against the wall of Jason's room, Hercules gazed
through the shutters at the soft golden light of gathering dusk, wondering how
Iolaus was and wishing he could slip away to check on him. On the table lay the
shards of Mendicas' amphora, the winner's cup and the disks they had found on
the scribe's body. Jason was fingering the disk they had found tucked into
Mendicas' wine stained tunic, staring at it as if it would tell him his secrets
if he could only look at it for long enough. Archivus sat at the other end of
the table, looking through the notes he had made. Jason had sent Lynceus and the
others to start the banquet before someone started a riot.
"There's so little to go on," Archivus said reluctantly into
the silence.
Jason put the disk down carefully and looked at the bard.
Hercules pulled out a chair and sat down, looking from one to the other of them.
"Tell me what you think," Jason urged.
"I think," Archivus said slowly. "That the killer must be
either Perides or someone like him. They’re too random to be connected."
"Charbyis could have been murdered by malice," Jason said
slowly. "To make us look bad. When Aldis gets over his shock…"
"Which is why we have to find out who really killed him," the
bard said quickly. "Jase, I really think he was in the wrong place at the wrong
time. He was an easy victim. So were the two tumblers."
"One of whom looked like Iolaus," Hercules said softly.
"It could mean this is an opportunistic killer, someone who
likes to kill blondes."
"Mendicas wasn't a blond," Archivus pointed out.
"That could have been accidental if the target was Iolaus…"
Jason said thoughtfully.
"But there was no guarantee that Iolaus would win and drink
from the cup," Hercules argued. "The poison was meant for anyone who drank it.
Possibly whoever put the poison in the wine, knew Mendicas would drink it too.
The killer wanted to kill as many people as possible. Did anyone check the wine
for the feast?"
"I sent Idas to do it. And I had a word with the Seers."
"There's certainly enough of them," Archivus muttered. "Did
they tell you anything?"
"Dark deeds are afoot according to Mopsus. Amphiaraus looked
vague and muttered a lot of gibberish about glaciers…Idrion said something about
beware the jabberwock and Idmon started burbling about the thing changing into a
dog. They’re all totally weird if you ask me, but they did say the wine was
safe."
"What's a jabberwock?" Archivus asked curiously.
"I have no idea. When I asked Idrion, he looked at me
and giggled. Hercules? Do you know?"
"Never heard of it," Hercules admitted.
Jason sighed heavily. "I don't suppose it matters," he
muttered, glancing ruefully at Archivus. "So, your opinion is what?"
"Well, after discussing it with Aethalides, we think the
killer was hired to sacrifice people to stir up the ice demon deliberately."
"Why?" Jason demanded sharply. "To destroy the Argonautica?"
Archivus shot a quick look at him, grabbed a stray scroll and
scribbled on it. "Good one, Jase, that'd make a great name…"
"Archivus, stay with us will you?" Jason begged wearily.
"I've got to go talk to these guys in a minute."
"Oh, oh yeah. Sorry." Archivus gave his scroll a longing look
but resolutely re-rolled it. "The most likely idea is that the killings are
connected to us. The alternatives are that it's a simple raving lunatic among
us…"
"Simple?" Hercules echoed in disbelief.
"Or a that it's a hired assassin who wants us to think it's a
lunatic while he carries out his sacrifices for someone wanting to raise the ice
demon. As to why, well you can either go with the raising the ice demon for its
own sake theory or that King Pelias is behind everything and you’re not as
paranoid as you think, Jase."
Jason sighed again and rested his head in his hands. "In the
end, I'm going to have to turn it over to Pelias, aren't I? It doesn't matter
why when the end's the same," he said bitterly. "Prencious is right. We have to
stop everyone from leaving until the killer is found. The palace guards are
going to have to search the entire complex until they find the answers. Pelias
is never going to let me forget this. The quest is ruined." Angrily he slammed
one fist into the table hard enough to hurt then winced and he sucked his hand
in pain.
"Unless we find the killer first," Hercules said quietly.
"What?" Jason looked at him in surprise.
"If this was to stop the quest for Pelias' sake, it's all
ready done. If not, and the killings are sacrifices to raise the ice demon, then
it isn't over yet. Something else will happen because this is the last night,
the last chance to shed enough blood and fear to raise the ice demon. And if we
can defeat it, then the quest will be off to a good start."
Archivus sniffed. "Oh, that's very encouraging," he muttered.
"I was looking forward to a good night out…"
"I like your confidence," Jason said thoughtfully, however,
ignoring the bard.
Hercules grinned at him. "You tend to pick it up when you
hang around Iolaus a lot…"
Jason met his eyes for a second and smiled faintly. "He does
seem to have that effect on people," he said quietly. "So do you."
"Me?" Hercules blinked in surprise and blushed.
Jason's smile widened. "One way or another," he continued
seriously. "There's no more we can do tonight. If Hercules is right, we may find
ourselves fighting an ice demon, if not…"
Archivus leaned forward. "Are you going to tell our, uh,
guests that there might not be a quest?"
"No, I'll announce the chosen as agreed. Even I don't lead
the quest, Pelias may send someone else in my place. I don't intend to ruin the
party unless I have reason," Jason paused, a amused light entering his eyes as
he shrugged ruefully. "At least I won't have Pelias glaring at me all night.
According to his Seer tonight is an inauspicious time for him to leave the
palace."
"Inauspicious huh?" Hercules mused. "Convenient…"
"Maybe," Jason admitted. "Or maybe he's got a good Seer.
Either way, let's go party on, dudes."
* * *
Once they had been noisily greeted by the partygoers - all of
them eager and excited to see who would be chosen - Hercules slipped away. He
needed a few minutes away from Jason to think things through for himself. The
more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he was right about the
ice demon. He wanted to bounce his ideas off Iolaus, trusting his friend to pick
at any holes for him.
Hercules found Idas at the barbecue. A huge pit had been dug
in the sand for an ox earlier and it had been roasting all day, the delicious
sent of roast meat making Hercules' mouth water and reminding him that he hadn't
eaten. There were swordfish and tuna steaks wrapped in herbs and dribbled with
fine sauces, roast vegetables, rich strong cheeses and freshly baked bread.
Hercules grabbed a huge chunk of bread and a platter and gathered up as much
food as he could without being rude.
While he ate and looked around, Idas told him that he had
seen Iolaus up and around on the beach and that he had seemed to attempting to
shake Coronus off from tailing him. Going in search of his friend, Hercules
found Aethalides and Talaus arguing wine with Domesticles and Lettus. Talaus
told him that he had seen Iolaus heading down to the pier and that he hadn't
seemed to want company when he suggested he joined them. For some reason, Talaus
seemed jumpy and Aethalides was definitely distracted by something, gazing off
into nowhere as if listening very hard for something.
Telling them that he would bring Iolaus back, Hercules
scrunched off across the damp sand to find his friend, feeling his own unease
increasing. The beach was lit by torches that flickered in the sea breeze and
turned the damp sand to dark bronze under his feet. He found Iolaus down on the
pier, apparently not doing anything except gazing out to sea with a distant
expression on
his face. Making sure that a board squeaked under his feet so
he didn't get a knife in the ribs for sneaking up on him unannounced, Hercules
ambled up behind him and draped an arm around his shoulders. Iolaus leaned
automatically into his side, looking tired.
"Dinar for them," Hercules prompted softly.
"The wine dark sea," Iolaus answered. "Do you ever think
about how big it really is? How deep and dark and dangerous? We don't really
know what's down there in the depths."
Hercules was surprised enough to hesitate before he
responded, his eyes drawn out into the darkness. The sea looked much bigger at
night, darker and colder and menacing. The ink dark water was crested with wave
caps of blue white, eerie in the night as they rolled and gurgled over the
shore, sucking away the wet sands as the ocean encroached on the land. The ever
present sigh of the surf sounded almost like the breathing of some huge monster.
"It scares me sometimes," Iolaus said even more quietly. "Yet
it excites me, too. I want to know what's out there, Herc. Looking at the
ocean makes something inside me tingle."
Hercules blinked and looked down at his friend. He couldn't
see his face, only the pale gold glimmer of his hair in the darkness. "What
brought this on?" he asked curiously.
"I'm not sure," Iolaus tugged away from him and turned to
face him, lifting his chin so that he actually looked up at Hercules instead of
studying his chest. "I...Herc, when I fell off that beam…"
"That wasn't your fault," Hercules said swiftly. "Lynceus
said someone sawed through the beam then pasted it over so you couldn't see it
had been cut. Someone could have been killed. If Polydeceus hadn't caught you…"
"You’re not beating yourself up about that, are you?" Iolaus
grumbled.
"Well…"
Iolaus slapped him on the chest. "Stop it," he scolded.
"Coronus told me about the beam. You two would make a real pair going around
blaming yourself for every out of place nail. And you interrupted me…"
"Sorry," Hercules mumbled. "You were saying?"
The bright blaze of indignation in Iolaus' eyes faded and he
looked round uneasily. "I, when I fell, I think I saw something."
"You mean like who cut the beam?" Hercules asked sharply.
"Because when I get my hands on whoever did that….
"No," Iolaus said slowly. "I think I saw the ice creature…"
"What?"
"Well, it was like I was looking into this huge chasm of ice
right beneath me and I saw it coming up towards me…" Iolaus hesitated, biting
his lip as Hercules stared at him. "I dreamed about it too, when I…I don't think
I imagined it, Herc. Unless it was the poison…."
"The poison, yes…." Hercules grabbed his wrist and set off
back up the pier.
"Look, I know you don't believe me but it felt real. Like it
was coming…"
"Did I say I didn't believe you?"
"No, but…."
Hercules slammed to a halt and grabbed his shoulders.
"Sometimes when someone is ill the way you were, it makes them closer to the
veil."
"Veil?"
"Uh, never mind. But sometimes you can see past that, see
things that aren't in our world."
"Like god things?" Iolaus said cautiously.
"Yeah, like god things, spirit things. I've felt it, Iolaus,
I feel it's coming and now you do too. We have to tell, Jason…" Hercules broke
off, yanking Iolaus protectively closer as a shadow swept over him. A wolf
whistle echoed down from above as Iolaus angrily elbowed him off.
"What's with you?!" he growled, tugging down his purple suede
tunic. "It's only Zetes."
Hercules ignored him, staring at the winged shape circling
over him. It was as if a demon arrowhead floated over him on wings of fire and
it took him a moment to adjust his vision and see that the arrowhead shape was
in reality a wing made from black, purple and jade green silk and that the
flames came from the torch Zetes was carrying.
Zetes waved at him, then twisted his body, zooming away low
across the beach to where Calais was settling his own flying wing to the beach.
"They've brought the torches to light the bonfires," Iolaus
explained, prodding Hercules in the ribs to snap him out of his awe.
"But they were flying…"
"Yeah. Cool, isn't it?"
"Why didn't they flap like birds?"
"I don't know for sure, it's something to do with thermals
and air currents apparently. Some guy called Daedalus made the wings for them.
Calais says they're called gliders. He offered to take me up and teach me to
fly."
"No," Hercules decided promptly, grabbing him and setting off
again as he remembered he had been on his way to see Jason.
"No? Why not? You can't tell me what to do!" Iolaus yelped,
squirming out of his grip on his wrist but still following him.
"Iolaus, I've seen how much trouble you can get up to on dry
land, let alone in the air!"
"How about on the water?"
"What?"
"Jason's voyage?"
"Oh, shut up," Hercules grumbled
"My point…" Iolaus chirped.
Hercules snorted and stomped on ahead, knowing that Iolaus
was smirking as he trotted happily after him but Iolaus wanting flying lessons
was the least of his problems right then.
* * *
Zetes and Calais were presenting Jason with the torches when
Hercules and Iolaus caught up. Taking the torches, Jason moved to light the
circle of brands around the dais that had been set up at the beach edge.
Archivus had got a conch horn from somewhere and was blowing on it furiously,
calling the feasters to the dais in between pausing to catch his breath.
"Stay put," Hercules told a miffed Iolaus and pushed forward
to beckon to Jason.
"Cool fly past, huh?" Zetes commented, ambling over to Iolaus'
side.
Iolaus grinned at him. "Way cool," he agreed. Zetes was
probably a fraction taller than his twin, and his dark grey eyes were almost the
colour of charcoal. He had let his thick wavy hair loose from its ponytail, its
unusual storm colour highlighted by startling flashes of blond among the dark
pewter. He was wearing simple black leather, tight-fitting for streamlining but
inlet with flashes of blue.
"There you are!" Coronus barked, appearing out of nowhere to
loom over Iolaus. "I thought I told you to stay put at the barbecue!"
"I got bored," Iolaus retorted.
"I'm supposed to be watching you."
"Well, you’re not doing it very well," Iolaus pointed out.
"Where'd you get to anyway?"
Coronus sighed heavily and scratched at his arm. He had
already decided that there was no point in arguing with the diminutive warrior.
"I had a quick look round for Perides."
"Oh? Did you find him?"
"No one's seen him. I'm hoping he decided to leave."
"It's not very likely."
"I can hope."
Iolaus considered this for a moment, then nodded towards the
dais where Archivus was wheezing for breath. "That's one way to shut him up," he
observed.
Coronus grinned. "About the only way," he agreed cheerfully.
"Ssh," Zetes hushed them both. "Jason's about to speak."
Coronus raised an eyebrow at him, detecting a hint of awe in
his voice. But he noticed Iolaus turned his gaze to the dais too, showing Jason
more respect that he did anyone else except perhaps Hercules.
"I'm not going to keep you all standing around waiting,"
Jason began.
"What about my speech?" Archivus squeaked in protest.
"What about it?" Jason glanced at him casually.
"I wrote it especially!"
"I know and I'm very grateful for the way it kept you quiet,"
Jason told the pouting bard with a grin. "Now, where was I?"
"Not keeping us waiting," Polydeceus observed wryly
Jason gave him a sternly quelling look that was ruined by his
smile. "As I was saying, I know you all want to get to the feasting, so I’ll
tell you now who I would like to ask to join me and my companions on this
quest." He held out his hand to Archivus and, with much under his breathing
muttering, the bard handed over a sheaf of many times rolled scroll. Jason
untied the ribbon and held it up. He took a deep breath before he began, "In
alphabetical order, Actor, Admetus of Pherae, Aethalides, son of Hermes…"
Iolaus brightened up and waved to the Herald who looked
stunned but delighted.
"Amphiaraus the Seer," Jason continued to read, smiling when
a popular name drew a cheer. "Ancaeus the Axe of Arcadia, Ascalaphus, Aseus…" He
glanced up, grinning at the look on Ascalaphus face as he looked at his brother.
"I can't go without-" Ascalaphus began.
"And his brother Ialmenus," Jason went on hastily, winning a
laugh. Iolaus listened closely, paying attention to the names of people he knew.
"Butes, Castor and his brother Polydeceus-"
Another cheer went up, making Iolaus miss the next few names.
"Domesticles….Euphemus the swift footed-."
Iolaus grinned, recognising the man who had beaten Hercules
at the swimming. He held his breath, then slumped in disappointment as Jason
continued on, "Otus of Sparta, Polyphemus, Talaus…"
Iolaus whooped in delight and waved at Talaus as the young
man stood and gaped stupidly at Jason.
"Me?" he squeaked. "Me?"
"He's a …" someone began.
Jason pinned the speaker with a dark eye. "A very good
climber, yeah, I know. Why do you think I picked him?" Turning back to Talaus,
he winked at him and then glanced at Archivus. "I thought these were supposed to
be in alphabetical order?"
"I dropped the notes and didn't have time to put them back in
order while I was writing your speech," Archivus retorted sarcastically.
Jason sighed and went on. "Okay, in no particular order then,
Idmon the Seer, Idrion the Seer, Tiphys-"
"Can't have too many Seers," Coronus observed.
"Artemus, Hercules of Thebes-"
A huge cheer went up at that and Iolaus grinned in delight,
punching Coronus in the arm. "I knew it! I knew he'd do it…"
"Jason? I won't…" Hercules' voice boomed out from the crowd.
"And before I get any more interruptions," Jason said dryly.
"Iolaus of Thebes-"
There was another cheer at that and Talaus lunged across to
hug his friend. Iolaus let him get on with it while he gaped at Jason then
looked around numbly.
"What's the matter?" Coronus asked curiously.
"Is there someone else with my name here?"
"No," Coronus chuckled then dodged as Hercules homed in on
his friend and swept Iolaus off his feet in a laughing bear hug.
"We're going, Iolaus! We’re both going!" he whooped in glee
as Iolaus squirmed free. .
"It's not a mistake?" Iolaus said weakly.
No, Suntop," Coronus said reassuringly. "No mistake. We all
voted for you and Hercules. We all voted for Talaus and Aethalides too."
"Calais, and before I get lynched, his brother Zetes…" Jason
was still reading from his list. "Lettus, Mopsus the Seer…"
"I still can't quite believe it," Hercules commented,
standing next to Iolaus with his arm draped around his shoulders. Excitement had
swamped his other worries and for now he was simply happy to be standing there
listening to Jason.
"Believe it," Coronus said warmly. "You two were a popular
choice. Come and have a celebration drink with me."
"You know I can't drink," Iolaus pouted.
"You can't?" Hercules looked down at him in surprise.
"Ranberus told me not to because of the poison," Iolaus
complained.
Coronus chuckled. "Hercules, you and I can drink then. We can
get some fruit juice for the kid."
Iolaus kicked him in the ankle and lunged after him. Hercules
held him back. "You deserved that, Coronus, don't pretend you didn't," the demi-god
observed mildly.
Clutching his ankle, Coronus glared at Iolaus, slowly melting
into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I did at that," he admitted. "He may be little but
he's vicious."
Iolaus bristled, attempting to claw out of Hercules' grip.
"And worth ten bigger men," Hercules commented and Iolaus subsided, looking up
at him in surprise.
"Which is why he was picked," Coronus pointed out, grinning
at Iolaus. "Bright, beautiful and dangerous. Who could resist?"
Iolaus stuck his tongue out at him.
"We could go and eat," Hercules suggested, wistfully
recalling the scent of the roasting meat.
"Food?" Iolaus perked up. "Lead me to it. I'm starving."
"I should have known nothing would stop your appetite,"
Hercules teased in relief.
"Hey, I didn't get to have lunch!" Iolaus protested.
"Well, maybe some broth," Coronus said thoughtfully. "Ranberus
did say…"
Iolaus rudely told him where Ranberus could go and what he
could do with himself when he got there. "I'm hungry. Maybe I can't drink any
wine, but I can still eat!" He prodded Hercules in the ribs. "Show me the
food…."
* * *
A couple of hours later on his way back to the long table
where he had left his partner, Hercules frowned, realising that Iolaus had
company. Some of the men who had failed to be chosen had been busily getting
drunkenly rowdy and there had been several fights already that Prencious was
getting more and more angry about having his men breaking up. This time one of
the Spartans had decided to corner Iolaus and was flicking a knife backwards and
forwards in his hands in front of his blue eyes, while his friend stood close
enough to threaten the hunter with his own drawn knife.
Setting down the tray of food he was carrying, Hercules
approached in his best stealth demi-god mode and kicked the second Spartan in
the back of his knee. With a howl of pain, he crumpled and Hercules plucked the
knife out of his hand before clobbering him with the hilt. Seizing his chance as
his aggressor was distracted, Iolaus flashed forward and twisted the knife out
of the other Spartan's hand, then held it angled threateningly upwards at his
chest.
"Threaten me, would you?" he hissed.
Hearing the boiling of a temper tantrum, Hercules plucked the
knife out of his hand and gave the Spartan an ugly look. "You looking for
trouble?" he demanded, ignoring Iolaus' indignant splutter. "Because I’ll let
Iolaus slice and dice you if you are."
The Spartan scowled. "You don't scare me," he sneered. "You
may have tricked Agride but…" He paused, gaping at Hercules as the demi-god
casually juggled the two knives. Moving faster and faster until they were a
hypnotic blur of silver.
"Catch," Hercules ordered, tossing one of the knives to
Iolaus then lunging at the Spartan. Before the man knew what was happening, he
was pinned on his back on the table, one hand holding his wrist clamped to the
wood. Flipping the knife over to catch it by the hilt, Hercules tapped the
knifepoint between the man's fingers, speeding up until the blade started to
splinter the wood. "How long do you think I can keep this up?" he asked
conversationally.
"Before or after you draw blood?" Iolaus asked. He had folded
his arms, resting his chin on one hand as he absently held the knife against his
jaw.
"Or chop off a finger?" Hercules grinned savagely,
concentrating too hard to notice the quick uncertain look Iolaus flashed at him.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" the Spartan gasped. "It was a joke."
"Am I convinced?" Hercules asked. "I don't think so…"
"I'm sorry!" the man screamed.
"I'm still not…"
"Herc, let him go," Iolaus urged softly. "You're coming
perilously close to bullying him, big guy."
Hercules winced and dropped the man so fast he slid off the
table to the ground. The Spartan didn't bother to bluster or threaten, he
grabbed his groggy friend and hurried off into the darkness of the beach,
looking nervously over his shoulder at them to check they weren't being followed
as they went. The demi-god stared at the knife for a long moment then drove it
into the table in disgust.
"I don't know what happened," he muttered.
"It's the atmosphere. Can't you feel it? Like something
coming?"
Hercules glanced at him then lifted his head, his long hair
swirling in the sea breeze as he sniffed the air. "Yeah, magic…" he said
bitterly. "You feel it too?"
Iolaus nodded slowly. "I wanted to kill him," he said slowly.
"That isn't like me. It isn't like either of us."
"No," Hercules put a hand on his shoulder and felt better for
the contact. He looked around him, aware of the threatening mood that was
spreading over what had been a cheerful celebration. "Let's go and find Jason. I
think he should know about this."
* * *
To Iolaus' annoyance, Jason took Hercules off to one side to
talk to him, giving the young hunter a pointed look to stay out of the way.
Irritated and feeling more than a little sulky, Iolaus stomped off in a huff.
Sometimes he felt like no one ever took him seriously. Even Hercules tended to
be over protective at times. So he'd been poisoned. It was no big deal. He
bounced back fast, he always had. Okay, so he felt like going back to his room
for a nap but it had been a long day! Maybe if he sneaked off no one would
notice. And Hercules worried it'd serve him right…
"Why the scowl?" Aethalides asked curiously, ambling over to
fall into step with him as he headed for the lodge house. Talaus came up on his
other side, tankard in hand.
"Yeah, lighten up! We're Argonauts!"
Iolaus smiled at Talaus' enthusiasm instinctively. "I know,
but that ice demon thing is still making me…"
"Jumpy?" Aethalides suggested, glancing around warily. He
fingered the little silver bell he had won for ringing the bell on the rock. He
had persuaded Lettus to row him out to the rock and then he had flung a throwing
knife at it.
"Twitchy?" Talaus put in.
"Nervous, but both of those are good. Hercules' is talking to
Jason about it. Haven't you noticed how tense everyone seems?"
"Lynceus was saying it was time to separate the Argonauts
from everyone else anyway. There's supposed to be a ceremony for us in the main
hall," Talaus replied. "Hey, you want a drink?"
"Not right now, thanks," Iolaus told him politely.
"You’re not giving it up because you’re an Argonaut, are
you?" Talaus asked, peering at him suspiciously.
"What give you that idea?" Iolaus laughed.
"Coronus said it was going to be a dry voyage."
"He's teasing you, Tal," Aethalides chuckled.
"Oh yeah, he's real good at that," Iolaus snorted.
"Yeah, well, I'm going to get another drink while it's free
anyway," Talaus retorted, saluted Iolaus with his tankard and then headed off
towards the beach and the wine casks.
"Aren't you going with him?" Iolaus wondered.
"Not right now." Aethalides shivered, hugging himself.
"You’re right about everyone being tense. Talaus feels it too. He gets bad…
vibes, I guess you’d call them."
"He told you about that?" Iolaus said cautiously as he
started walking again, wandering into the labyrinth of paths leading back to the
lodge house. He had the pattern figured out by now and didn't bother with the
path markings.
Aethalides inclined his head, his wavy chestnut hair swirling
around his face. "I pried it out of him. But I'm betting he told you first. You
feel it too."
"Not the way he does. I guess I've hung around Hercules long
enough to pick it up."
Aethalides smiled the mysterious little smile of his that
Iolaus suspected he would end up finding extremely annoying after a while. "You
know, Hermes mentioned both Hercules and you to me. But especially you," the
Herald smirked.
"I haven't done anything to attract his attention!" Iolaus
protested. "And don't you look at me like that or I’ll think you’re exactly like
him."
Aethalides giggled unexpectedly. "No way," he said easily.
"But he told me to offer you his protection."
"I don't need it," Iolaus retorted firmly, stalking on ahead
of him.
"Hermes told me to stay close to you tonight," he said
conversationally.
Iolaus stopped and swung around to face him in surprise. "He
did?" he asked in astonishment.
"He's very fond of you."
"Don't I know it," Iolaus grumbled, folding his arms.
"I don't mean…oh, never mind. I don't suppose I know him any
better than you do really. Did you hear something?"
"Such as?" Iolaus eyed him warily as the Herald came to his
side.
"I'm not sure. Like something moving." Puzzled, Aethalides
peered at the ground, frowning. "Something down there…"
Equally baffled, Iolaus peered at the path. "What? You can
hear the worms wriggling?"
Aethalides gave him a dirty look. "Nooo," he replied
sarcastically. "Like ice cracking…"
"Oh," Iolaus met Aethalides' eyes uncertainly. "It's coming
then."
"You've seen it," Aethalides guessed.
"At the pool…" Iolaus offered hesitantly.
"No…" the Herald said quietly. "Since then. You've Seen
it coming."
"I don't do visions. It was a hallucination. The poison…"
"Wasn't damn well enough thanks to Mendicas…"
"What?" Iolaus gave Aethalides a hurt look.
"I didn't say anything." Aethalides responded uneasily.
"Then who…?"
"I did," Perides purred and whipped out of the darkness, his
black cloak falling away from him like wings. Aethalides yelped once and went
down in a boneless heap as the assassin passed him like a shade. Iolaus barely
had time to get his hands up to protect himself then blunt fingers stabbed into
his throat and under his collarbone and his own legs collapsed under him.
Perides caught him, pulling his head up and back and placing a knife across his
throat. The blade was painted black, not even a glint of metal showing in the
torchlight.
Iolaus reached for his wrist, but his hands felt as heavy as
solid bronze and wouldn't move any more than his legs would. His body felt numb
and lifeless and that was almost more terrifying than the cold touch of the
blade on his throat.
"Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?"
Perides demanded irritably. "I thought I’d got you last night but it was one of
those damn tumblers." Iolaus wanted to answer, but his tongue wouldn't respond
and he was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. Perides moved closer,
his knee digging uncomfortably into Iolaus' bruised back. Leaning down, he
rubbed his cheek along Iolaus'. "I think perhaps I’ll take my time and carve you
up properly. You and Aethalides over there. The pair of you offered up as a nice
messy sacrifice. Thanks to your little conversation I know why the priest
wants you so much. It's because of Hermes. Hermes sealed up the ice demon and
the priest wants to hurt him by sacrificing two of his favourites to it."
Perides paused, drawing back a little. "It's almost…poetic. I approve." Iolaus
couldn't speak, but he rolled his eyes towards Aethalides, wondering if the
Herald was still breathing. "Don't worry, you'll both be awake. I wouldn't want
you to miss anything. And I promise you'll feel every kiss of the knife…"
* * *
Striding back along the beach edge, Hercules could feel a
weird sensation creeping up on him, as if someone was soundlessly calling his
name. Without thinking he swerved towards the path to the lodge house and came
to an abrupt halt, colliding with Coronus as he trotted out of the darkness.
Coronus weaved backwards and nearly ended up on the ground before he caught his
balance.
"Aren't we the solid one?" he grunted.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"I'm not sure…" Hercules turned in a small circle, scanning
his surroundings. The party on the beach was breaking up as Lynceus sent the
Argonauts to the banquet hall for the dedication. "Where's Iolaus?"
"Last I saw him he was with Aethalides and Talaus. I was
looking for them for the…"
"I thought you were watching him?" Hercules growled.
"He doesn't need me to do that. He knows not to drink. Now
where are you going?" Coronus hurried after the demi-god's long legged strides
into the darkness.
"I'm not sure." Hercules didn't know where he was going, but
he knew instinctively that it was the right way. The voice he couldn't hear was
sending approving feelings.
"You're supposed to go to the dedication."
"After I find Iolaus."
"He'll probably already be there."
Hercules hesitated. "No, no, he's not," he said however.
"Something's wrong. Come on, hurry." The demi-god broke into a run, racing down
the pathway through the shadows. Coronus glanced back at the beach, then loped
after him.
* * *
Iolaus could feel a panic-stricken whimper attempting to
fight its way out of his numb throat, choking him as Perides very gently laid
him down on the ground and stripped out the laces of his purple jerkin with the
knifepoint. He lifted the silver bell around his neck with one fingertip,
studying it with an condescending smile before letting it slip through his
fingers.
"Of course, everyone else will on their way to the dedication
now. We won't be interrupted…" Perides pressed the cold flat of the blade
against his stomach, drawing a cross on his flinching skin. "X marks the spot…."
He whispered as he pressed the knife tip down, drawing blood. Iolaus felt the
pain, felt his stomach clench helplessly at the hot splash of blood trickling
across his skin…
Hercules exploded out of nowhere, tackling the assassin
around the waist and hurling him bodily off Iolaus. They crashed to the ground,
rolling over and over across the ground until they thumped into the wall.
Perides went limp and Hercules pushed himself up, peering at him suspiciously.
"Iolaus? Come and give me a hand…" he called urgently. "Iolaus?"
He shot a look back at his unmoving friend, then scrambled back to his side.
Kneeling over him, he peered anxiously at his stomach, frowning at the sound of
his ragged breathing. "Iolaus, it isn't that bad. What's wrong? Say something…"
He scooped up the hunter's hand, squeezing his cold lifeless fingers.
Iolaus wanted to desperately, but all he could do was widen
his eyes at him, feeling his terror increasing as he struggled to breathe.
"What…?" Coronus panted up out of the darkness and leaned
over the demi-god.
"He doesn't seem to be hurt but he won't speak… I don't know
what's wrong…" Hercules was close to panic, showing his youth for once.
"I do," Coronus said grimly and dropped to his knees. "It's
okay, Iolaus…" His hand stabbed out, fingers forming a blunt triangle as he
jabbed at the nerve points Perides had hit.
For Iolaus an explosion of pain burst from the numbed points,
pins and needles burning through his body as he whooped in a great gulp of air.
"Aethalides…help…him…" he croaked as the itch in his throat made him start
coughing.
Coronus was already on his way, rolling the Herald on to his
back. and briskly releasing the nerve holds. Like Iolaus, Aethalides sucked down
a gasp of air and started coughing. "Take it easy," Coronus soothed, catching
him as the Herald doubled up. "It's all over…"
"Iolaus?" Aethalides peered around him, focusing on Iolaus in
relief as Hercules helped the hunter to sit up and gave him a fierce hug of
relief. "You okay?" Iolaus managed to nod. "I could hear Perides but…"
"Where is Perides?" Coronus demanded.
"Right there where I…" Hercules tore his eyes away from
Iolaus to point then swore. The assassin was gone but a whisk of black on black
movement told the demi-god where he was in the alleyway. He caught the knife
that hissed out of the darkness a split second before it took out Iolaus'
throat, then lunged to his feet.
"Herc, don't!" Iolaus yelped as the demi-god dived into the
shadows after the fleeing assassin.
"Stay with Coronus," Hercules yelled back, then he was gone
vanishing into the night after Perides. Coronus leaped to his own feet and
grabbed Iolaus as the hunter struggled shakily to his feet. His buckling knees
dumped him straight back to the ground.
"There, you see? You’re in no shape to chase them. Rest for a
minute."
Unable to stand, Aethalides crawled over to them and
collapsed on the ground next to Iolaus. "Did you hear…?" he asked hoarsely.
Iolaus nodded, his breathing evening out as the pins and
needles started to fade. "He said the priest wanted us as sacrifices because of
Hermes…"
"Because Hermes sealed the ice demon in," Aethalides agreed.
"Then Pelias isn't involved?" Coronus asked, crouching beside
them. "Jason will be thrilled. But what priest are you talking about?"
"Perides didn't say. Help me up, will you?" Iolaus held out
his hand to him.
Coronus sighed but did as he asked, helping Iolaus to his
feet and steadying him then turning to get Aethalides upright too. He barely had
the Herald on his feet and steady before he had to grab Iolaus by one shoulder
and gently turn him back around. "The dedication is this way," he told him
dryly.
"But Hercules went that way," Iolaus responded determinedly.
"And you're not." Coronus scolded. He shooed Aethalides ahead
of him, then steered Iolaus after the bard. Iolaus was still too unsteady to
fight him. "Do you really think Hercules will appreciate you tottering along
after him and getting in his way when you can barely walk? No? Didn't think so.
Besides which, the dedication is important…"
* * *
Perides melted into the shadows, breathing fast but quietly.
Damn but the demi-god was fast. And, like a dragon hound on the scent of fresh
blood, he wasn't giving up. For one of the few times since he had become a
professional assassin, Perides started to wonder if he was going to get away
cleanly. On a normal assignment, he would never have been pursued in the first
place, but then this wasn't a normal assignment and he was still kicking himself
over agreeing to it. He still wasn't even sure why he had taken the priest's
money that day at the quayside.
He had been fresh off the ferry, looking for a place to hole
up for a few days to make sure no one tracked him from his last assignment in
Delphi. He hadn't wanted another assignment, but he had been intrigued by the
idea of the games and Jason's quest and curious enough to see what kind of fools
the deposed prince would attract. The priest had offered him a lot of money and
the chance to assassinate a demi-god - a first for him and a fascinating new
challenge. He knew he should have thought it through carefully as he usually did
but something had opened his mouth and made him agree before he had even checked
the lay of the land.
Bad move, he told himself grimly. One assassin in the
midst of a bunch of would be heroes was asking for trouble, but no, all he had
felt was an unfamiliar surge of adrenaline excitement at the challenge. He
should have known how high the odds against him would be and stayed well clear.
And now that he had come to think about it, how had the damn priest known
he was an assassin in the first place? He didn't exactly advertise it to all and
sundry. He didn't carry cards saying assassin for hire. One or two might
suspect, but a priest?
Suddenly realising he was letting his thoughts wander,
Perides pulled himself together and took a quick inventory of his weapons. His
best throwing knife was gone of course, snatched from the air by the damn demi-god
and he made a mental note to check for that particular ability the next
time he came up against one. He still had a varied assortment of other knives
and daggers concealed in useful places about his person. What was left of the
poison he had slipped into the amphora was still in his pouch. And that had been
a near disaster as well. The potent poison should have killed the winner and had
every one screaming in panic. Instead it had killed some damn wine-guzzling
scribe and allowed Jason cover it up. Then there were the wire garrottes in his
bracers, a quick tug on a ring and a length of wire pulled free and could be
easily looped around a throat. He had even cut off someone's head with one once.
A quick lick of a smile crossed his face at the memory of the sweet hot rush of
blood as he finished his inventory.
Down the back of each bracer he also carried, the thin
stiletto blades with which he had finished of that idiot Charbys. The man had
been a damn fool offering to pay him to kill Jason so he could take his place
and then threatening to expose him if he refused. Killing him had been a
personal pleasure that he would have enjoyed even if the priest hadn't paid him
for it.
He could no longer hear footsteps. Hercules appeared to have
missed his hiding place and gone straight past. Time to go. The priest had had
his dinars worth and Perides wasn't going to wait to have his neck stretched. If
the priest wanted any more sacrifices, he could do them himself. He was out of
here.
He oozed out into the alleyway, rippling on silent feet into
the shadows.
The fist came out of nowhere, smacking into his jaw with a
violence that had to be felt to be appreciated. He was sure he felt bone crack
as oblivion descended on him with a crash of darkness.
* * *
Standing in the flame lit banquet hall, Iolaus peered around
him, his attention wandering as he grew bored with the speeches. Archivus seemed
able to pontificate about anything and everything. Jason was now giving his
speech which was all about valour and heroism and honour and wasn't impressing
Iolaus in the slightest. It sounded far too much like a general pumping up his
Hoplites for his tastes.
"And so I give you the quest," Jason announced, lifting his
gold goblet high. "All for one and one for all!"
"All for one and one for all!" came back a roar of acclaim as
goblets crashed together in toast.
"Heroes all!" Aethalides called in excitement. Beside him,
Talaus sloshed half the contents of his goblet over Polyphemus in his enthusiasm
to join in. The big man simply looked down at him and sighed, rolling his eyes
and grinning as Talaus hastily brushed at his tunic.
Iolaus sipped his own fruit juice that Coronus had handed him
with a warning glare. He wished Hercules would hurry up and come back. He was
starting to worry about the big lug. Monsters were one thing, human
monsters quite another. Hercules didn't have much experience with the human
kind. He was far too trusting.
"Damn, Jason's going to let Prencious burble," Calais groaned
from behind him. "Zetes, now's our chance. Let's get out of here. Iolaus? You
coming?"
"I've got to wait for Hercules."
"Give us the highlights later then. If there are any," Zetes
urged. "We're going to sneak in a night flight to that bell."
Iolaus looked after them wistfully as they slipped away,
absently fiddling with his own silver bell. The twins were the only other men he
knew who hadn't been drinking. Don't drink and fly, Calais had told him, you end
up crashing. But he would have liked to see them ring the bell. He was tired of
listening to speeches and the nerve holds Perides had used him on still twinged
now and then in frightening reminder of how close he had come to not being here
at all. Maybe the speeches weren't that bad after all….
"In the name of Pelias, I welcomed you here," Prencious
began. "In his name you have proved yourself worthy warriors, nay even heroes,
who rise to meet the challenge of his great and mighty quest."
"If it's his quest, why isn't he going?" Polydeceus muttered.
Castor was leaning on his brother's arm, looking distinctly glazed. It was an
expression that a lot of other faces reflected when Iolaus looked around him.
"But it is a false quest. A quest of hubris the celebrate the
evil of Hermes' betrayal…."
Hermes was a lot of things, but never evil, Iolaus
thought nervously, wondering what was going on here. On the dais Jason and his
immediate companions were gazing at Prencious in awe, hanging on his every word.
Suddenly uneasy, he started to back up, wanting to get some
fresh air and maybe persuade the twins to help him look for Hercules. The demi-god
would probably know what was going on since he seemed to have the inside track
with Jason. Instead he backed into a solid body. Expecting it to be Hercules, he
turned to look up eagerly and found himself gazing up into the face of a
stranger. A large, heavily muscled and even more heavily armed stranger.
Startled, he took a step back and shot a quick look around him. Now that he
looked he could see other unknown faces among the Argonauts, armed guards in
Pelias' livery.
"A trap…" Iolaus turned to yell and was instantly seized and
held pinned, a large hand covering his mouth as a dagger pricked into the middle
of his back.
"Not a sound," the guard whispered, hustling him forward
towards the dais. "Or I'll run you through. You don't want to interrupt the
Priest."
"But there is a greater sacrifice for you to make. A way for
you to undo the great wrong that was done by Hermes to Areophagus. It is fitting
that you give your lives to undo the spell that Hermes laid in place, cursing
Areophagus to the eternity of the undead. Now with your blood, mighty Areophagus
will rise again!"
Jason and Coronus had moved to the back of the dais, drawing
back the heavily brocaded tapestry of fighting sea monsters. Behind it was what
Iolaus at first thought was a solid wall, but as he watched it split open down
the middle and slowly ground open with a scream of tortured stone to reveal a
torch lit passageway beyond that seemed to lead down into the depths of the
earth.
Stalking between them, Prencious lifted the hem of his ornate
blue and silver robe and started downwards. Jason and Coronus fell into step
behind him and Iolaus' guard dragged the captive hunter after them. Behind him,
Iolaus could heard the other Argonauts following, the rush of their breathing
and the tramp of their feet moving in unison into the darkness the only sound as
they were carefully herded downwards by the flanking guards.
* * *
Perides came to slowly, testing blood from his split and
swollen lower lip. He focused on the booted feet in front of him first, the
brown leather clad legs above them.
"Awake are you?" Hercules demanded, crouching in front of
him.
"Obviously." Perides could see no point in arguing. His
wrists were bound securely behind him and, although he flexed his fingers to
make sure, his bracers were gone. Hercules had him trussed like a chicken.
"Don't bother looking for your weapons. I removed them,"
Hercules told him.
"So, go ahead then. I'm ready."
"Ready for what?"
"For you to kill me. Every assassin is ready for that."
Hercules considered this. "I wasn't thinking of killing you,"
he said slowly.
"Torture then?" Perides asked in amusement. "Excuse me for
not taking you seriously, but you're not the kind to do it. And well, even if
you were, frankly, I've been tortured by experts. I never told them anything.
And I got away," he paused, smiling icily. "And I killed them for it."
"I believe you," Hercules argued, studying his boots.
"So if you’re not going to kill me or torture me, what are
you going to do? Make me see the error of my ways? Better men than you have
failed at that."
Hercules gave him a cool look that did more to scare the
assassin than any anger. "I need a few answers," he said mildly. "I want to know
who hired you to do the killings."
"What's it worth if I tell you? My freedom perhaps?"
"That would be up to King Pelias to decide. But you attempted
to kill Iolaus and Aethalides tonight, plus you killed the others didn't you?"
"I never said that."
"Doesn't matter I suppose. Going after Iolaus and Aethalides
was enough to hang you."
Perides smiled mirthlessly, wincing at the pain in his jaw.
He suspected the bone was cracked after all. "I doubt I'll hang."
"Hmmh." Hercules' fingers drummed on his thigh for a moment.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked finally.
"Hercules, son of Zeus," Perides said promptly. "Born to
Alcmene in Thebes, one brother by the name of…"
"So you know I'm the son of Zeus?" Hercules interrupted.
"What about it?"
"You ever think about the Underworld?"
"What about the Underworld?"
"I mean really think about it and what's likely to happen to
you when you get there? All those people you killed, you think they simply
disappear and that's it? It's all forgotten? Nooo, it doesn’t happen like that.
Hades talks to all of them and he keeps records. Detailed records. He
knows all about you, Perides."
"So what?" Perides snapped.
Casually inspecting his nails, Hercules continued, "So what
do you think would happen if I killed you and asked Hades nicely to find out
from you what I want to know? Would you refuse him?"
"You're bluffing."
Hercules gave him a glittering look. "You killed Nemo and
Doeia right on Hermes' doorstep. Hermes doesn't appreciate that kind of thing.
He loathes sacrifices. You murdered Mendicas, possibly by accident since you
poisoned the winner's wine and he drank most of it. And you murdered Charybis."
"Charybis deserved it," Perides spat. "The bastard threatened
to expose me if I didn't kill Jason for him."
"You wouldn't kill Jason?" Hercules was startled by the
appearance of a moral. It lasted for all of a second until Perides answered.
"Of course I would. But not because some jumped up little sod
threatened me. And, I might add, Aldis knew about it. He wanted the bastard
leading the quest in Jason's place so he could take Acastus' place as the king's
heir. Acastus was going to have a little accident some where along the way."
"No wonder Aldis has been keeping quiet," Hercules murmured.
He had been wondering about that. No doubt he was worried about Perides speaking
out to save him own neck.
"He's got more sense than his brat has," Perides admitted.
"Look, we can make a deal. Let me up and I'll tell King Pelias himself about
Aldis if you want me too. You can save Jason's reputation and let me go."
Hercules' eyes hardened again. "I've told you what I want
from you. Who hired you to kill these people?"
"Technically," Perides said carefully. "They were
sacrificed, not murdered. You saw the disks?"
"Yes…"
"Sacrificial disks marking the victim for the gods."
"Except they weren't for the gods, were they? They were for
the spirit of the ice demon."
"Same thing. Technically I was sanctioned to do it."
Hercules scowled, his fists clenching on his thighs. "I don't
accept that," he said with bitter anger. "Murder is murder."
Perides shrugged, recalling what the priest had told him.
"Sacrifice," he said firmly. "You can't touch me, Hercules."
"But the gods can. Sacrifices to anyone other than them make
them very, very angry!"
Perides hesitated, realising he was cornered.
"Do you know who these sacrifices were made to?"
Hercules demanded. "Do you know what the gods will do to you if you sacrificed
to their enemy?"
Perides swore under his breath. "The bastard priest
tricked me," he hissed in stunned understanding.
"Yes," Hercules agreed. "He got you to do the sacrificing to
raise the ice demon, knowing that you will be the one to take the blame.
And once the ice demon is raised, he’ll have its protection."
Perides twisted onto his side and shoulder, staring up at
Hercules as he moved swiftly out of reach. "Untie me," he ordered.
"Why should I?"
"Because then I’ll take you to the priest so I can kill him.
I’ll do him for free."
"You know who he is?"
"I know," Perides hissed. "I know exactly who he is." He
started up at Hercules with blazing eyes. "And I know that if you don't free me
Prencious will kill all your precious Argonauts."
* * *
Keeping a wary eye on Perides as he trotted ahead of him,
Hercules acknowledged the sense of unease he felt as they loped through the
darkness. He had reluctantly freed the assassin rather than have to carry him,
sensing that something nasty was happening. The feel that he needed to be
somewhere that had been bothering him had changed in the last few minutes, from
an nagging insistence to a worry that Iolaus and his new friends were in
trouble.
The doors of the banquet hall were open, letting fresh air
swoop inside. Somehow it made the building look eerie in the flickering light of
the torches on the steps. He let Perides enter first, then followed warily. At
first he thought the hall was empty, then there was movement to one side and
Zetes crept out of hiding.
"It's Hercules and….Perides," he called over his shoulder,
eyeing the assassin warily. "What's going on?"
"I was going to ask you that," Hercules responded, turning
his attention to Calais as he led Aethalides out of the shadows.
"We're too damn late," Perides spat, standing on the dais as
he glared around him and finally stared at Hercules. "You delayed me too long."
Hercules ignored him. "You guys okay?" he asked.
Aethalides held up his bloodied hands. "Sort of."
"What happened?" With a quick step forward, Hercules captured
his wrists and examined the split flesh, relieved to find his hands cut and
bruised only.
"Something weird," Zetes began.
"We decided to leave early," Calais added.
"To fly out to the bell."
"But the doors were locked somehow."
"Like by magic?"
"So we were going to come back."
"Only it was like everyone was under a spell."
"They all walked through the doorway." Calais pointed at the
wall behind the dais.
"Following Prencious," Zetes added. "You don't seem
surprised, Hercules."
Hercules looked over at Perides. "I'm not," he said bitterly.
"Only angry that he had me fooled."
"We managed to grab Aethalides. But everyone else…" Calais
shrugged miserably.
"What about Iolaus?" Hercules asked anxiously.
"Two guards had hold of him. He was about the only one who
didn't look like he was under a spell," Zetes explained.
"Jason and the others?"
"They were all in a trance," Calais answered miserably.
"But you three weren't affected?" Hercules pressed.
"I was," Aethalides said sadly. "Apparently I did my best to
claw my way through the solid stone. Zetes and Calais did their best to pull me
off but…" He shrugged. "I can remember doing it but I couldn't stop myself. It
was if something was pulling at me, calling me. Then it suddenly stopped."
"What kind of spell could do that?" Hercules wondered,
reflecting on the strange pull he had felt. .
"One that needed a drug," Aethalides answered promptly. "I
knew what was happening but I doubt if most of the others did. Maybe a few like
you and me, but the others…" He shook his head.
"Nightseed," Perides said, making them jump and reach
instinctively for their weapons. He smiled coldly. "Prencious put it in the wine
for the toast. I watched him prepare it." He met Hercules' blue eyes, his lip
curling into a sneer. "We need to get through this doorway, big boy. Let's see
you use those muscles of yours."
Hercules glared at him, but stalked up onto the dais.
Aethalides and the twins flanked him, watching Perides suspiciously. Shrugging
the assassin moved aside and leaned against the wall with folded arms. Hercules
wished he wouldn't do it, it reminded him far too much of Iolaus. Turning his
attention to the wall, he frowned at the elaborate carvings decorating the white
stone. "These look familiar," he murmured.
"They look like the ones on the disks," Aethalides offered,
running his fingertips over the blocks.
"He's right, they are," Perides said coolly.
"Do they mean anything then?" Hercules demanded.
"No idea. Only saying I've seen them before," Perides
answered.
"Are you going to help us or not?" Hercules retorted.
"Because if not…"
"They’re your friends, not mine. I don't know how to get in
there. Ask your pet Herald."
Aethalides shot a glare at him, then up at Hercules. "Did you
really ask him to help?"
"When Iolaus or anyone else is in danger, I'll take any help
I can get," Hercules answered grimly.
"After threatening me with his relatives," Perides muttered
under his breath.
"You'd dance with Hades?" Zetes murmured in awe.
"Hades doesn't dance," Hercules and Aethalides both said at
the same time and then stared at each other in surprise.
Hercules recovered first. "Did either of you see how
Prencious opened this wall?"
"We weren't watching, " Calais admitted reluctantly.
"Prencious was back there," Aethalides said however. "Jason
and Coronus pulled back the curtains…"
"Show me," Hercules said quickly.
The Herald hesitated, retreating across the dais until he was
standing where Prencious had been. "It as right here. He turned towards the wall
and…oh…" Aethalides started at the floor for a moment, then flashed a quick
triumphant grin up at Hercules as he motioned at the entwined horn symbol etched
into the dais. Setting his boot heel into it, he pressed down and with a slow
creak that vibrated through the dais, the wall once more split open.
Perides flitted forward but before he could enter, Hercules
grabbed his shoulder. "Not so fast," he said grimly.
"You mean you want me to guard your back?" the assassin
mocked.
"No and I don't want you in front of us either," Hercules
said grimly. "Zetes, Calais, you two watch him closely. Aethalides? You’re with
me."
"Isn't it nice to have relatives you can trust," Aethalides
said dryly, trotting into the gap. Hercules followed him hastily, not wanting to
let the Herald get too far ahead of him.
"I guess we are at that," he murmured.
Aethalides flashed a grin at him over his shoulder and kept
moving.
"After you," Zetes said politely, bowing to Perides. The
assassin gave him a dark scowl, then noticed that Calais was fingering the long
bladed knife through his belt as he watched him. Irritated, he stepped through
the portal into the torch lit corridor beyond, his jaw aching as his teeth
ground in frustration. He wasn't used to being ordered around by mere nobodies.
His usual victims didn't know what hit them, but these ones were the kind to
enjoy fighting back. It crossed his mind as they descended into the sloping
passageway, that perhaps his initial response to targeting Hercules' friend had
been the right one. He should have left him alone. All he had done was draw the
demi-god's vengeful rage down on him.
Distantly echoing up from below, he could hear chanting as
they following the straight cut passage with its intricately carved stone wall
panels glorifying Areophagus and the blood thirsty sacrifices performed in his
name. Glancing at them as he passed, Perides found himself smiling faintly and
wishing he could pause to examine them more closely. The more he saw of this
Areophagus being, the more he felt that they were kindred spirits somehow.
* * *
Iolaus was scared. Deep down, knee shaking, stomach churning
scared. So scared that he felt sick with it. And though he had good reason to be
afraid, he couldn't understand why he was this terrified. The fear seemed to be
welling up through the cold stone under his feet and freezing his bones, turning
his blood to ice water. His teeth were chattering in the bitter cold of the
underground cavern where the Argonauts had been taken. Behind him his two guards
stood as if they had been carved out of stalagmites, one of them holding Iolaus'
arms bent painfully behind him after his initial struggles to escape.
It was hard to make out all of his surroundings in the dim
light, but the he knew the other Argonauts were there, pale shadows among the
flame lit darkness. A circular stone wall inset in the centre of the floor was
filled with a thick layer of solid ice that was cracked and broken as if the
very waves of a vicious sea had been frozen. It was surrounded by an outer ring
of six columns incised with symbols that Iolaus couldn't quite make out in the
torchlight. Between each column stood a black metal torch stand. On opposite
sides of the ring were twin black tessellated stone platforms reached by steps
that were flanked by two torch stands.
Standing on one of the raised platforms, Prencious held his
hands out over the ice, chanting for all he was worth as his breath misted in
the freezing cold air.
Nothing seemed to be happening, except for the fear levels
rising even more. Iolaus could feel something mortal inside him trembling in
trepidation, as if some inner sense told him something very, very bad was
happening and any mortal with any sense would be far, far away by now. Iolaus
looked around him anxiously, hoping to see some sign of conscious thought on the
faces of his companions. All he saw were the dull beatific expressions of the
happily awed as they stood like statues, awaiting their orders. Jason stood
close to the edge of the ring, staring up at Prencious as if he was the most
wonderful thing in the world.
"Jason!" Iolaus yelled at him without thinking, throwing
himself against the guards grip. "Jason! Do something! You’re a prince! Remember
the quest! Remember the throne you want?! Remember you’re our captain!"
Iolaus broke off with a grunt of pain, hammered to his knees by the guard's
heavy fist. The second guard grunted in annoyance and hauled him back to his
feet by his grip on his upper arms.
Very slowly, Jason turned his head to follow Iolaus'
movement, a faint frown crossing his face. As Prencious continued to intone, the
frown faded again and he looked up at him with intent interest.
Prencious flicked a glance towards the hunter, barely
hesitating in his chant. After a few moments, his voice rose to a crescendo and
then fell silent. And in the hush, he beckoned. Wordlessly the two guards
hustled the struggling Iolaus forward and onto the platform directly opposite
from the priest. Smiling kindly, Prencious met his eyes. "Welcome, brother," he
purred.
Iolaus tore his eyes away, looking down at the ice below. If
he could only break free…
The ice was moving. Not melting, but moving as if the
whole surface was squirming. Deep down in the glacial ice he could see something
serpent like squirming and writhing, sending out those waves of stomach
clenching fear with every lash of its coils.
The priest held out his hands as if warming them to an
invisible fire in the ice. "Oh mighty Areophagus, These men come before you to
be cleansed of their hubris. They come to offer you their blood and their lives
in sacrifice…."
"No, I don't!" Iolaus yelled, doing his best to kick one of
his guards and getting roughly jerked off balance. "I'm not willing to be
sacrificed."
"An unwilling sacrifice is the best kind," Prencious replied
smoothly, beaming at him. "Fear and loathing are the spice. You have been chosen
as worthy by Jason himself."
"Not for sacrifice!"
"Blood for blood, life for life," Prencious replied coolly.
"Where's Hercules when I need him?!" Iolaus muttered under
his breath, twisting in his captors' grip as they pushed him to the edge of the
platform and held him there. Being the voice of sweet reason was not something
Iolaus considered as one of his best talents. He usually left that kind of thing
to Hercules, but right then he didn't seem to have much choice. "Now look, your
highness," he began, pressing back against his burly guards. Prencious focused
on him, a disconcerting pale blue shimmer to his grey eyes. Iolaus turned his
head away, reluctant to meet that gaze. He didn't know what kind of a hold the
priest had over the others, but he was betting it was some kind of magic that he
didn't dare succumb to now.
"Your highness?" Prencious repeated with an amused note to
his voice. "I think I like that. A suitable title for one who is to be the ruler
of Greece."
Despite himself Iolaus very nearly met his gaze in sheer
shock at the man's gall. Snatching his eyes away, he studied his toes, hoping he
was giving an impression of terrified humility. "Your highness," he repeated
carefully. "You have shown your power to us, your unworthy followers." The words
nearly choked him. Sucking up to anyone had never sat well with the hunter, let
alone to this pompous loon. Dangerous loon, he reminded himself at
Prencious' next words.
"Sacrifices," Prencious corrected mildly, examining his
fingernails. He might enjoy the flattery but he wasn't to be distracted that
easily.
"You are so great and powerful, yet you have not truly given
us the time to appreciate that greatness." Prencious seemed to be lapping it up,
but Iolaus wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going. He wasn't even that
sure where he was going with it, only that it was delaying the moment of his
sacrifice. "Surely, oh wise and powerful master, you would allow us the time to
prepare ourselves properly for this sacrifice, so that we may truly give out our
best in your honour. We would be the true and dedicated core of your followers…"
"And you were doing so well," Prencious sighed.
Iolaus slumped. "I'm not used to polishing the pride of an
egomaniac," he retorted sarcastically. "Look, this Areophagus of yours is no
more than the homicidal spirit of an ice demon killed off by…."
"Zeus," Prencious said easily.
"…Zeus?" Iolaus echoed uncertainly then rallied, "Don't you
realise that if you help him to get free then he’ll turn Greece into a glacier.
He'll wipe out our entire civilisation."
"And we will begin again," Prencious agreed calmly. "Only
with me to lead the people we will rise up stronger and more powerful and become
a civilisation that will rule the world. And when we worship, we will worship
Areophagus as we were meant to in the beginning. So shall it be…."
A murmur of voice rang round the room, echoing Prencious like
the whisper of waves on shore. "So shall it be…"
"Kneel before the coming of the Great One," Prencious urged,
lifting his hands so that the sleeves of his robe fell back from his braceleted
arms.
Terrified, Iolaus looked around him at the bowed heads as
guards and Argonauts alike knelt. His bodyguards held him tight with an arm
apiece, their awed eyes on Prencious. "The Gods won't allow this!" he yelled.
"Where are the Gods?" Prencious answered coldly. "Do you see
them here? No, they defeated him once by trickery because they dared not face
him themselves. Now they cower behind their sons and their sons shall fall to
the scythe of Areophagus' breath. So shall perish all our enemies! Rise mighty
Aerophagus, come feast upon the banquet I have spread before you…"
A layer of ice shattered, forced to explode upwards in a
glittering shower of blue white shards that rained like daggers among the
gathered men as something hit it from below. A snake like form shot up from the
depths, writhing under the thin remaining layer of frozen water, blue black
scales slicing through the final layer of ice as it struggled to burst free then
fell back, not yet strong enough to escape its icy cage.
"Feed our master with the blood of his enemy's favourite. Cut
his throat," Prencious ordered, stabbing one hand towards Iolaus.
For a split second Iolaus didn't realise they meant him, then
he saw the glint of the blade and instinct took over. He threw himself against
the guard on his right, avoiding the knife. The guard behind grunted in
annoyance and grabbed a handful of hair, jerking his head back. Iolaus went with
the pull and flung himself backwards into him, slamming his head back and
feeling bone smash as he flattened the guard's nose. The grip on his head
loosened enough for him to tear free and jab his knee into the other guard's
groin, then he spun, expecting the first guard to be recovering and on the
attack. Instead he looked into glazing eyes in a pallid mask, blood bubbling
from the guard's mouth as he moaned and looked down at the knife driven through
his chest.
Iolaus jerked back, shocked. "I didn't mean…" he stammered.
The guard's lip curled and he staggered, toppling over the
edge of the platform onto the ice below with a muffled thud. Iolaus stared at
him as he lay there, the blood oozing into the ice, warming it with its heat
then the ice seemed to writhe and cracked open like mouth. The body fell through
into what should have been a shallow pool of water beneath the surface, but
instead it seemed to fall forever, growing smaller and smaller as it twisted and
turned, tumbling from icy spike to jutting spire. Then it vanished into darkness
and there was silence.
"Make him show humility!" Prencious roared.
In response, the guard grabbed Iolaus, twisting his arm so
hard behind his back that Iolaus thought his shoulder might break. He forced the
hunter to the ground with the grip, holding him bent double with one hand
gripping the back of his neck. From somewhere far below, the earth seemed to
rumble and quiver, trembling as something shot upwards. This time it was
travelling at speed. Iolaus could see it coming through the ice, bursting up
like a hideous tongue from that cavernous maw of ice.
The ice shattered under the pressure and the creature burst
free, ice water streaming from its blue black scales as great chunks of snow and
ice sizzled and melted in torrents, dripping from its writhing thickly muscled
body. Its spiky head twisted this way and that, the blood speckled white ice
peeling back from its pure black face where the fiery blue orbs of its eyes
glowed. The ice fanned out around its head, forming a vicious collar of diamond
white spikes, each barbed and blood tipped, glinting cruelly as they flexed.
Iolaus watched in terror, too frightened to take advantage of
the startled guard loosening his grip on his neck. Areophagus' serpent like body
continued to writhe as if things that Iolaus would really rather not know about
were moving within it, the skin splitting as multicoloured spikes emerged,
popping out along the length of its body. The oval face twisted and contorted,
forming a lipless mouth with blue white ice for teeth and a thick blue black
pointed tongue that circled the rough mouth.
And Iolaus was absolutely, point blank sure that the thing
was not only looking at him, but that it remembered him…
* * *
Perides wasn't quite sure why, but he could feel a creeping
sensation crawling up the back of his neck. The sensation of fear wasn't
entirely unknown to him, although it had been a long time since he had felt it.
He had grown used to being in control of any given situation. He was the one
with the knives, but right now he was the captive and his potential victims his
guards. Disruptive words rose unbidden but useful to his tongue.
"Tell me," he said quietly, glancing back at Zetes and Calais
as they followed him. "Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean why?" Calais asked.
"Question too difficult for you?" Perides sneered, not
bothering to look back again. Insults were always a useful weapon. Ignoring the
potential threat of his guards to him another.
"No, I meant that your question did not offer sufficient
information for me to be able to formulate a suitable reply. Elucidate." Calais
replied coolly, unperturbed.
Perides felt a tiny bit more tension creep into his
shoulders. Today was definitely not going the way he had planned when he had got
up. "I can understand why Hercules is doing this. He's a macho muscle man. He's
got to do this or look like a wimp. Aethalides is well, he's basically strange.
But you two, you seem smart enough. You could be long gone on those wings of
yours, so why come back? You don't have anything to gain by risking your necks
following Hercules."
"There are several answers," Calais said carefully. "Some of
which you being who and what you are wouldn't be unable to understand."
Perides resisted the urge to look back with an effort. He
knew when he was being insulted too. Calais' voice was filled with disdain.
"Such as honour," Zetes put in.
"Loyalty," Calais added.
"Friendship."
"All of which will get you boys killed," Perides said
smugly.
"So will money." Zetes said dryly. "And walking across a
street in Athens. And sometimes you get killed simply for being in the wrong
place at the wrong time when there's an assassin about."
"You'll change your mind when you grow up. If you grow
up…"
"Let me put it simply, we’re Argonauts and these people are
our friends," Zetes retorted.
"You hardly know them," Perides argued, genuinely confused.
"We're sons of the gods."
"And that's going to save you?"
"If we're doing what we're meant to do."
He glanced back. "You mean you think this is expected
of you?" he sneered. "Look, the gods saved your necks and made sure you weren't
around when the others were taken. They're not going top make a habit of it. You
should have taken the hint that Jason's quest isn't popular and got away. They
don't want you here!"
"Has it occurred to you that we weren't captured with the
others so that we could rescue them?" Zetes asked. "Jason has been promised this
quest. We want to see that that promise is kept."
"That's for the gods to do," Perides argued.
"But perhaps we act for the gods," Calais pointed out. "Don't
you see? When a man cries out for help, sometimes the help he gets is mortal. He
gets what he needs, no more, no less. Maybe we stayed free not so we could
escape, but so we could help the others to escape."
"You’re both crazy," Perides grumbled.
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