Skin Game
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Cerberus, I said promptly. But everyone knows that.
Do you know what it means?
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I shook my head.
It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means spotted.
I blinked. Youre a genuine Greek god. Youre the Lord of the Underworld. And . . . you named your dog Spot?
Whos a good dog? Hades said, scratching the third head behind the ears, and making the beasts mouth drop open in a doggy grin. Spot is. Yes, he is.
I couldnt help it. I laughed.
Hades eyebrows went up. He didnt quite smile, but he nonetheless managed to look pleased. A rare enough sound in my kingdom. He nodded. I am a guardian of an underground realm filled with terrible power, the warden of a nation-prison of shades. I am charged with protecting it, maintaining it, and seeing to it that it is used properly. I am misunderstood by most, feared by most, hated by many. I do my duty as I think best, regardless of anyones opinion but my own, and though my peers have neglected their charges or focused upon inconsequential trivialities in the face of larger problems, it does not change that dutyeven when it causes me great pain. And I have a very large, and very good dog . . .
Spots tail thumped the side of Hades chair like some enormous padded baseball bat.
. . . whom other people sometimes consider fearsome. He turned to me, put his wineglass down and regarded me frankly. I believe, he said, that we have a great many things in common. He rose and stood before me. Then he extended his right arm. You are here because I wanted to take a moment to shake your hand and wish you luck.
I stood up, feeling a little off-balance, and offered my hand. His handshake was . . .
You cant shake hands with a mountain. You cant shake hands with an earthquake. You cant shake hands with the awful silence and absolute darkness at the bottom of the sea.
But if you could, it might come close to what it was like to trade grips with the Lord of the Underworld, and to receive his blessing.
Wish me luck? I breathed, when I could breathe properly again. You arent going to help?
It is not my place, Hades said. I wish you good fortune, and will hope that you triumph. But even if we yet lived in the age where my will could guide the course of destiny, it is not for the Lord of Death to take sides in this struggle. The fate of the weapons you have found must be decided by those who found them.
But youve already helped me, I said. Just by pointing out what was going on.
Hades didnt smile, but the corner of his eyes wrinkled. All I did was ask you a few questions. Are youready?
I have one more question, I said.
Mortals generally do.
What will happen to Deirdre?
Hades drew in his breath. His face became expressionless. For a long moment, I thought he wasnt going to answer, but then he said, Relatively few new shades come into my realm these days. Foremost amongst them are those who perish in the gatesparticularly at the Gate of Blood. She will remain in my keeping.
The things shes done, I said quietly. The people shes hurt. And she gets to skate justice?
My hosts eyes became hard, flat, like pieces of coal.
This is my realm, he said, and there was a note in his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates.
Behind him, Spot let out a warning growl. Magnified by three throats and rumbling in that huge chest, it sounded like machinery in a slaughterhouse.
I didnt answer. At least I had enough brains to pull my foot out of my mouth and stop talking. I bowed my head, as meekly as I knew how.
Hades voice smoothed out again, and at a gesture of his hand, Spot quieted down. Should you survive the hour, consider your classics again, Sir Harry. And revisit the question in your thoughts.
I nodded, and thought of others in the Underworld. Tantalus. Sisyphus. Vultures tearing out livers, water that could be carried only in sieves, and ever-spinning wheels of fire, punishments tailored specifically to the soul in question.
I didnt know what was going to happen to Deirdrebut she wasnt going to get off light.
I understand, I said quietly.
Hades nodded. You will return to the same moment in which I slowed time, he said, and in the same position. Are you prepared?
I drew a slow, deep breath. I guess Id better be.
His eyes flickered and he gave me a brief nod, maybe of approval.
Then black fire swallowed me again.
Forty-two
If theres any kind of device built into this thing, I cant see it, Valmont reported in a near whisper, and rose from behind the altar.
I looked around a bit wildly, my eyes taking a second or three to adjust to the dimmer light. I was, just as Hades had said, right back where Id been a few objective fractions of a second before.
Five artifacts. Mab had promised Nicodemus that I would help him recover the Grail. She hadnt said a damned thing about any of the others. So that meant that there were four things I could keep away from him, right here, right now. Nick hadnt seen them yet, so he couldnt know for certain that they were here. I had to recover them if I could, but keep them away from him at all costs. That meant getting them out of sight and splitting them up as best I could.
Do you know what it means?
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I shook my head.
It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means spotted.
I blinked. Youre a genuine Greek god. Youre the Lord of the Underworld. And . . . you named your dog Spot?
Whos a good dog? Hades said, scratching the third head behind the ears, and making the beasts mouth drop open in a doggy grin. Spot is. Yes, he is.
I couldnt help it. I laughed.
Hades eyebrows went up. He didnt quite smile, but he nonetheless managed to look pleased. A rare enough sound in my kingdom. He nodded. I am a guardian of an underground realm filled with terrible power, the warden of a nation-prison of shades. I am charged with protecting it, maintaining it, and seeing to it that it is used properly. I am misunderstood by most, feared by most, hated by many. I do my duty as I think best, regardless of anyones opinion but my own, and though my peers have neglected their charges or focused upon inconsequential trivialities in the face of larger problems, it does not change that dutyeven when it causes me great pain. And I have a very large, and very good dog . . .
Spots tail thumped the side of Hades chair like some enormous padded baseball bat.
. . . whom other people sometimes consider fearsome. He turned to me, put his wineglass down and regarded me frankly. I believe, he said, that we have a great many things in common. He rose and stood before me. Then he extended his right arm. You are here because I wanted to take a moment to shake your hand and wish you luck.
I stood up, feeling a little off-balance, and offered my hand. His handshake was . . .
You cant shake hands with a mountain. You cant shake hands with an earthquake. You cant shake hands with the awful silence and absolute darkness at the bottom of the sea.
But if you could, it might come close to what it was like to trade grips with the Lord of the Underworld, and to receive his blessing.
Wish me luck? I breathed, when I could breathe properly again. You arent going to help?
It is not my place, Hades said. I wish you good fortune, and will hope that you triumph. But even if we yet lived in the age where my will could guide the course of destiny, it is not for the Lord of Death to take sides in this struggle. The fate of the weapons you have found must be decided by those who found them.
But youve already helped me, I said. Just by pointing out what was going on.
Hades didnt smile, but the corner of his eyes wrinkled. All I did was ask you a few questions. Are youready?
I have one more question, I said.
Mortals generally do.
What will happen to Deirdre?
Hades drew in his breath. His face became expressionless. For a long moment, I thought he wasnt going to answer, but then he said, Relatively few new shades come into my realm these days. Foremost amongst them are those who perish in the gatesparticularly at the Gate of Blood. She will remain in my keeping.
The things shes done, I said quietly. The people shes hurt. And she gets to skate justice?
My hosts eyes became hard, flat, like pieces of coal.
This is my realm, he said, and there was a note in his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates.
Behind him, Spot let out a warning growl. Magnified by three throats and rumbling in that huge chest, it sounded like machinery in a slaughterhouse.
I didnt answer. At least I had enough brains to pull my foot out of my mouth and stop talking. I bowed my head, as meekly as I knew how.
Hades voice smoothed out again, and at a gesture of his hand, Spot quieted down. Should you survive the hour, consider your classics again, Sir Harry. And revisit the question in your thoughts.
I nodded, and thought of others in the Underworld. Tantalus. Sisyphus. Vultures tearing out livers, water that could be carried only in sieves, and ever-spinning wheels of fire, punishments tailored specifically to the soul in question.
I didnt know what was going to happen to Deirdrebut she wasnt going to get off light.
I understand, I said quietly.
Hades nodded. You will return to the same moment in which I slowed time, he said, and in the same position. Are you prepared?
I drew a slow, deep breath. I guess Id better be.
His eyes flickered and he gave me a brief nod, maybe of approval.
Then black fire swallowed me again.
Forty-two
If theres any kind of device built into this thing, I cant see it, Valmont reported in a near whisper, and rose from behind the altar.
I looked around a bit wildly, my eyes taking a second or three to adjust to the dimmer light. I was, just as Hades had said, right back where Id been a few objective fractions of a second before.
Five artifacts. Mab had promised Nicodemus that I would help him recover the Grail. She hadnt said a damned thing about any of the others. So that meant that there were four things I could keep away from him, right here, right now. Nick hadnt seen them yet, so he couldnt know for certain that they were here. I had to recover them if I could, but keep them away from him at all costs. That meant getting them out of sight and splitting them up as best I could.
