Ye Gods! by Tom Holt

Author:Tom Holt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Humour
ISBN: 9781857230802
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 1992-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

In the newly-restored quiet of his study, Gelos was communicating with Prometheus. As usual, it wasn’t easy - the thoughtwaves are horribly congested these days, and if you aren’t careful you can end up getting a stray fax right between the ears - but despite interruptions they were in the middle of a highly serious discussion.

‘And what about the boy?’ thought Gelos.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ replied Prometheus. ‘It’ll be the old, old story; boy meets eagle, boy loses eagle, boy finally gets eagle . . .’

‘Supposing he isn’t interested?’ Gelos objected. ‘I mean, he may think there’s more to life and being a Hero than just . . .’

‘Pulling a bird?’

‘Well . . .’

‘Leave that to me,’ thought Prometheus. ‘Back to business. Has he got rid of those two clowns for you?’

Gelos laughed, something he tried not to do if he could help it. ‘Yes indeed,’ he thought. ‘Young Jason has learned quite a lot today, I fancy. About life, and disappointment, and coming to terms with the way things really are; and, of course, that when all is said and done the only really effective way to deal with people is to hit them. Oh yes, he’s coming along nicely, for a youngster.’

‘Actually,’ thought Prometheus, ‘I didn’t want to worry you with this, but Eagle says that a Certain Person has been to see a Certain Person, and . . .’

Gelos frowned. Telepathy is hard enough to understand as it is without archness as well. ‘What?’

‘J-U-P-I-T-E-R,’ Prometheus spelt out in a mental whisper, ‘has gone to see P-H-Y-L-L . . .’

‘All right, I think I see what you’re getting at. Problems?’

‘Possibly,’ Prometheus replied. ‘You see, we’ve been concentrating so much on the fact that Jupit . . . that You Know Who is the boy’s father that we may have neglected the other side of the equation.’

‘You think so?’ queried Gelos. ‘I’m sure she’s a very nice lady, but . . .’

‘All I’m saying is,’ thought Prometheus, ‘oh hell, someone’s coming. I’d better think you back later. Ciao.’

A long shadow fell across Prometheus’s face and a voice spoke somewhere above him.

‘Traitor,’ said the voice.

Prometheus twisted his neck round until he could see a pair of golden sandals with a PA monogram on them, which he knew stood for Phoebus Apollo. They were the relic of an ill-fated sponsorship deal between a major multi-national sportswear company and the most photogenic of the male Olympians - ill-fated because Jupiter doesn’t hold with his family appearing in full-page colour on the backs of the Sunday supplements and took his wrath out on the company in question by turning them all into lizards.

‘Hello, Pol,’ Prometheus replied. ‘I’d offer you a drink or something but I’m a bit tied up at the moment. Could you call back later?’

‘Traitor,’ Apollo repeated; not from any great depth of feeling in the matter but because he was embarrassed and couldn’t think of anything else to say. Strictly unofficially, and then only outside the range of Jupiter’s mental

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