Skin Game
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On the floor next to Hades was a mass of fur and muscle. Lying flat on its belly, the beasts shoulders still came up over the arms of the chair, and its canine paws would have left prints the size of dinner plates. One of its heads was panting, the way any dog might do during a dream. The other two heads were snoring slightly. The dogs coat was sleek and black, except for a single blaze of silver-white fur that I could see on one side of its broad chest.
Sir Harry, Hades rumbled. Knight of Winter. Be welcome in my hall.
That made me blink. With that greeting, Hades had just offered me his hospitality. There are very few hard and fast rules in the supernatural world, but the roles of guest and host come very close to being holy concepts. It wasnt unheard of for a guest to betray his host, or vice versa, but horrible fates tended to follow those who did, and anything that managed to survive violating that custom would have its name blackened irreversibly.
Hades had just offered me his protectionand with it, the obligations of a good guest. Obligations like not stealing anything from his host, for example. I had to tread very carefully here. Bad Things Would Happen To Me if I dared to violate my guest-right. But I couldnt help but think that Bad Things Would Happen To Me even faster if I insulted a freaking Greek god by refusing his invitation.
I remember very little of my father, but one thing I do remember is him telling me always to be polite. It costs you nothing but breath, and can buy you as much as your life.
What, dont look at me like that. Im only a wiseass to monsters.
And people who really need it.
And when it suits me to be so.
Oh yeah. I was going to have to watch my step very, very carefully here.
Thank you, Lord Hades, I said, after a pause. My voice quavered only a little.
He nodded without looking away from the fire, and moved his free hand in a languid gesture toward the other chair. Please, join me.
I moved gingerly and sat down slowly in the chair.
Hades gave me a brief smile. He poured wine from the ceramic bottle into the other glass, and I took it with a nod of thanks. I took a sip. Im not really a wine guy, but this tasted like expensive stuff, dark and rich. I . . . , I began, then thought better of it and shut my mouth.
Hades eyes shifted to me and his head tilted slightly. He nodded.
I feel that I should ask you about the passage of time, I said. It is possible that time-sensitive events are occurring without your knowledge as we speak.
Very little in the lives of you or your companions has occurred without my knowledge for the past several days, Hades replied.
I got that sinking feeling that reminded me of all the times I got called in front of the principals desk in junior high. You, uh. You know?
He gave me a very mildlylong-suffering look.
Right, I said quietly. Its your realm. Of course you know.
Just so, he said. That was fairly well-done at the Gate of Ice, by the way. Relatively few who attempt it take the time to watch first.
Um, I said. Thank you?
He smiled, briefly. Do not concern yourself with time. It currently passes very, very slowly for your companions at the vault, as compared to here.
Oh, I said. Okay. Thats good.
He nodded. He took a sip of wine, directed his gaze back upon the fire and trailed the fingers of one hand down over the nearest head of the dog sleeping beside his chair. I am not what the current age of man would call a people person, he said, frowning. I have never been terribly social. If I had the skill, I would say words to you that would put you at ease and assure you that you are in no immediate peril of my wrath.
Your actions have already done so, I said.
The wispiest shade of a smile line touched the corners of his eyes. Ah. You have a certain amount of perception, then.
I used to think so, I said. Then I started getting older and realized how clueless I am.
The beginning of wisdom, or so Socrates would have it, Hades said. He says so every time we have brunch.
Wow, I said. Socrates is, uh, down here?
Hades arched an eyebrow. He lifted his free hand, palm up.
Right, I said. Sorry. Um. Do you mind if I ask . . . ?
His fate, in the Underworld? Hades said.
I nodded.
Hades mouth ticked up at one corner. People question him.
The dog took note that it was no longer being petted, and the nearest head lifted up to nudge itself beneath Hades hand again. The Lord of the Underworld absentmindedly went back to petting it, like any man might with his dog.
The second head opened one eye and looked at me from beneath a shaggy canine brow. Then it yawned and went back to sleep.
I sipped some more wine, feeling a little off-balance, and asked, Why did you, um, intervene in the . . . the intrusion, just now?
Hades considered the question for a while before he said, Perhaps I did so to thwart you and punish you. Do not villains do such things?
Except you arent a villain, I said.
Dark, dark eyes turned to me. The fire popped and crackled.
Granted, Im basing that on the classical tales, I said. Which could be so much folklore, or which could have left out a lot of details or wandered off the truth in that much time. But you arent the Greek version of the Devil.
Sir Harry, Hades rumbled. Knight of Winter. Be welcome in my hall.
That made me blink. With that greeting, Hades had just offered me his hospitality. There are very few hard and fast rules in the supernatural world, but the roles of guest and host come very close to being holy concepts. It wasnt unheard of for a guest to betray his host, or vice versa, but horrible fates tended to follow those who did, and anything that managed to survive violating that custom would have its name blackened irreversibly.
Hades had just offered me his protectionand with it, the obligations of a good guest. Obligations like not stealing anything from his host, for example. I had to tread very carefully here. Bad Things Would Happen To Me if I dared to violate my guest-right. But I couldnt help but think that Bad Things Would Happen To Me even faster if I insulted a freaking Greek god by refusing his invitation.
I remember very little of my father, but one thing I do remember is him telling me always to be polite. It costs you nothing but breath, and can buy you as much as your life.
What, dont look at me like that. Im only a wiseass to monsters.
And people who really need it.
And when it suits me to be so.
Oh yeah. I was going to have to watch my step very, very carefully here.
Thank you, Lord Hades, I said, after a pause. My voice quavered only a little.
He nodded without looking away from the fire, and moved his free hand in a languid gesture toward the other chair. Please, join me.
I moved gingerly and sat down slowly in the chair.
Hades gave me a brief smile. He poured wine from the ceramic bottle into the other glass, and I took it with a nod of thanks. I took a sip. Im not really a wine guy, but this tasted like expensive stuff, dark and rich. I . . . , I began, then thought better of it and shut my mouth.
Hades eyes shifted to me and his head tilted slightly. He nodded.
I feel that I should ask you about the passage of time, I said. It is possible that time-sensitive events are occurring without your knowledge as we speak.
Very little in the lives of you or your companions has occurred without my knowledge for the past several days, Hades replied.
I got that sinking feeling that reminded me of all the times I got called in front of the principals desk in junior high. You, uh. You know?
He gave me a very mildlylong-suffering look.
Right, I said quietly. Its your realm. Of course you know.
Just so, he said. That was fairly well-done at the Gate of Ice, by the way. Relatively few who attempt it take the time to watch first.
Um, I said. Thank you?
He smiled, briefly. Do not concern yourself with time. It currently passes very, very slowly for your companions at the vault, as compared to here.
Oh, I said. Okay. Thats good.
He nodded. He took a sip of wine, directed his gaze back upon the fire and trailed the fingers of one hand down over the nearest head of the dog sleeping beside his chair. I am not what the current age of man would call a people person, he said, frowning. I have never been terribly social. If I had the skill, I would say words to you that would put you at ease and assure you that you are in no immediate peril of my wrath.
Your actions have already done so, I said.
The wispiest shade of a smile line touched the corners of his eyes. Ah. You have a certain amount of perception, then.
I used to think so, I said. Then I started getting older and realized how clueless I am.
The beginning of wisdom, or so Socrates would have it, Hades said. He says so every time we have brunch.
Wow, I said. Socrates is, uh, down here?
Hades arched an eyebrow. He lifted his free hand, palm up.
Right, I said. Sorry. Um. Do you mind if I ask . . . ?
His fate, in the Underworld? Hades said.
I nodded.
Hades mouth ticked up at one corner. People question him.
The dog took note that it was no longer being petted, and the nearest head lifted up to nudge itself beneath Hades hand again. The Lord of the Underworld absentmindedly went back to petting it, like any man might with his dog.
The second head opened one eye and looked at me from beneath a shaggy canine brow. Then it yawned and went back to sleep.
I sipped some more wine, feeling a little off-balance, and asked, Why did you, um, intervene in the . . . the intrusion, just now?
Hades considered the question for a while before he said, Perhaps I did so to thwart you and punish you. Do not villains do such things?
Except you arent a villain, I said.
Dark, dark eyes turned to me. The fire popped and crackled.
Granted, Im basing that on the classical tales, I said. Which could be so much folklore, or which could have left out a lot of details or wandered off the truth in that much time. But you arent the Greek version of the Devil.
