Pandora Gets Lazy by Carolyn Hennesy

Author:Carolyn Hennesy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing Plc
Published: 2010-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Meanwhile . . .

“Prometheus?”

Artemis had materialized in the middle of the main room, her enormous silver-stringed bow scraping both the floor and ceiling at once. Taking a long look around, she sighed deeply. She’d been in Prometheus’s house before, but she couldn’t bring herself even to try to comprehend how someone could live in such cramped surroundings . . . by choice! She suddenly became thrilled she was a goddess with lovely, spacious apartments on Mount Olympus and the freedom to roam the world on a whim, if she chose.

“Prometheus?”

“Prometheus isn’t here, Huntress,” came a raspy voice from the stairwell. “Allow me to welcome you in his stead.”

“What in Hades?” said Artemis.

“I am his houseguest, a simple wanderer,” said the figure emerging from the shadows. It was an old man in the ragged clothes of a beggar, leaning heavily on a walking stick, his hair almost white, his eyes bandaged, indicating blindness.

“What are you doing?” asked Artemis.

“I’m trying to find the food cupboards to pour you a proper glass of—”

“Prometheus? What are you doing?” she asked again, this time, a slight giggle to her voice.

The old man stopped in his tracks with a small sigh, then he stood upright and took off the blindfold.

“You knew it was me?”

“Um, how shall I put this delicately? Yes!” Artemis laughed out loud.

“Did I fool you for a second?” Prometheus asked.

“For a split second, maybe.”

“Then maybe I can fool everyone for that long. Hey, what are you doing here? Where’s Hermes?”

“Oh, when he got your prayer, he was just sitting down to his weekly father-son chat with Pan. Same thing every time: ‘Pan, son, it’s not nice to chase maidens and nymphs and then turn them into reeds or echoes or pine trees when they run away.’ Hermes is getting tired of having to explain to their parents why these girls won’t be coming home for evening meal. At any rate, he sent me to see if I could assist in some way . . . but he needs to see this getup for himself. Stay right there, don’t move a muscle!”

With a silver flash she was gone. Ten seconds later, in another silver flash, Artemis and Hermes were both standing in the main room.

“. . . no, Artie, the boy doesn’t get it,” Hermes was saying. “I’d like to spank him, but he’s half goat, and that’s some hard flesh down there.”

He stopped and stared at Prometheus, then threw back his head with a laugh.

“Oh, Pro, pal, you have got to be kidding me! What, you’ve become an actor now? You’re doing . . . lemme guess . . . Oedipus II: The Reckoning?”

“I need your help,” Prometheus said quietly.

“By my winged helmet, what did you put in your hair?” Hermes was now doubled over, one arm clinging to Artemis.

“Fat and white ash. I need your help,” Prometheus said again.

“This must be going around. First Hephaestus in that pirate beard and now you!”

“Hermes, I need you to help me.”

Hermes straightened up, realizing that his dear friend wasn’t even smiling.

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