“Don’t call me ‘Helen,’” I said firmly, brushing Polydeuces’ question aside unanswered. “Helen of Sparta wouldn’t be on this ship. I’m Atalanta.” “I was wrong. You’re crazier than Herakles,” Castor said. I ignored his sarcasm. “When the Argo returns to… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
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“I doubt you cared this much about their feelings when you chose this path,” Iolaus said. He didn’t raise his voice. The truth doesn’t need to be shouted. “Maybe not,” I answered, looking him in the eyes. “But I had to choose it.” “That’s ridiculous.” “No more ridiculous than why you’re ready to sail into the unknown. The only person… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
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“Now, Polydeuces, let her be,” Castor said, hugging me again. “Look at that face! Her brow’s all creased with worry, and for nothing. As if our little sister would ever give her heart to anyone less than a prince! As if a slave’s child could ever raise an army to take Sparta!” I whirled out from under Castor’s arm. “Milo… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“Where have you been, Milo?” I asked quietly. “It’s been three days.” “Working for Jason,” Milo replied, his voice low. I frowned, setting the arrow to the bow. Anyone watching us would think I was the world’s most cautious shot. “Doing what?” My muscles strained as I pulled the bowstring back. “Protecting you.” The bowstring released with a loud twang,… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“I’d say that of the two choices, Helen will be safest if she finds her own way back.” “A girl traveling alone on a voyage that long?” Castor protested. “I’ve done it before,” I reminded him. “Not as a girl.” “Yes, well, er, a few things have changed about you since then.” His face turned a little red. “I know… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“Here’s a lesson for you, lad.” Melitta leaned forward and poked him sharply in the ribs with one gnarled finger. “Don’t drink heavily at your enemy’s table, especially when your enemy claims to be your friend. The instant that Prince Jason swore he’d bring back the Fleece, the king quickly promised his nephew a fine new ship and supplies.” She… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“I brought him here,” he said, eager to claim credit for whatever had so overjoyed his king. “I caught him making a sacrifice to Lord Hades at your shrine, my lord Theseus, and when I tried to stop him--” Theseus’s laughter crushed Telys’s weak attempt at boasting. “We all know what happened when you tried to stop him, you clown,”… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“I pray Aphrodite will help him find someone who loves him as much as he loves her.” “That’s a good prayer.” Father gave me a hug and stood up. “Now let’s find her shrine, and make sure she hears it.” I smiled sadly. “Don’t the gods hear our prayers wherever we are?” “Yes, but I think it’s best to speak… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
“The old woman said something and thrust the bowl into my hands. I looked to Argus. “What am I supposed to do?” “You had a mind of your own last time we talked. What do you think you’re supposed to do?” he countered. “ You’re helpful.” My words were bitter with sarcasm, but nothing on earth was half as bitter… — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share
