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"We must get out of this Cave."
"Right." He patted her hand. "Doesn't seem likely we'll get any rest in here."
She stood up suddenly, craning her neck to try to see the source of light
ahead of them. "Gods, take me back to where I can see sunlight!"
Thoughtfully Jeremy examined their current choice of several passages. "I
will. We must go up again.
Getting nearer the light, even if it's dark for a while." Looking ahead, he
wondered if even Apollo would be forced to grope his way.
After resting a little longer, they used the opportunity to refill Jeremy's
canteen and then slowly resumed their climb.
Presently in the distance Apollo's ear could detect the Enemy, once more
mobilized and moving in force.
Scores of human-sounding feet were warily but relentlessly following them,
with those who walked upon those feet so far taking care to keep out of the
Sun God's sight.
And the pain in his poisoned wound was getting worse instead of better.
Meanwhile, in the back of Jeremy's mind his inward partner kept up a wordless
prodding, holding before him the imperative to seek out weapons, means of
increasing strength. In particular the shimmering image of the Silver Bow (a
heavy longbow, strung with a silver string) was being thrust imperiously into
his consciousness. Vivid images showed him the weapon not as it had been
depicted in some of the statues at the Academy, but in a more realistic and
powerful form.
While he walked with Katy, Jeremy tried to explain to her, in whispers, that
without the Bow and
Arrows, or some comparably powerful addition to their armament, Apollo was not
sanguine about their chances of even surviving the next round of battle let
alone winning it. And the next round might very well be the last chance
against Hades they ever had.
Despite the bad news, Katy was reassured by his ungodlike behavior. She asked:
"But if you must have this Bow . . . where will you look for it?"
"Apollo is perfectly sure that the best place the only place to look is in the
workshop of Hephaestus. If my old Bow can't be found, that's where I'll have
to go to have a new one made."
On hearing that, Katy only began to look dazed again. Well, Jeremy could see
that it might be hard to think of a sensible reply, especially for someone
unaccustomed to sharing skull space with a god.
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sinewy lame giant, wearing a leather apron and wreathed by the smoke of a
glowing forge. That was Vulcan, whom some preferred to call Hephaestus.
Suddenly it occurred to Jeremy that it might prove necessary for him to talk
to the Lame God in person.
For the Lord of Light to commission from his colleague a new Bow and Arrows,
the old silver model having been somehow lost or destroyed. He reeled under
the burden of trying to imagine Jeremy
Redthorn playing a role in such a confrontation.
And where was the forge?
Yes.
Memory was ready to show him not where it was precisely, but what the place
looked like a small, rugged island in a violent sea and how to get there.
Trouble was, the journey would be immensely long, with the greater part of it
over the ocean. And there might be no way to gain entrance once he'd reached
it.
Finally Katherine, some of her old practical manner coming back, asked him,
"Do you know where this place is, where you must go?"
"The workshop? Not clearly. But I know which way to start toward it, and once
I get started, Apollo will show me the route to take."
And, he hoped, some means of crossing more than a thousand miles of sea.
"It's far from here, though."
"I think so. Yes, very far."
"Then how will you get there?"
Posing the question inwardly brought forth only a vague mental turmoil. "I
don't have an answer for that yet. Even if I am . . . connected with a god, I
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"We must get out of this Cave."
"Right." He patted her hand. "Doesn't seem likely we'll get any rest in here."
She stood up suddenly, craning her neck to try to see the source of light
ahead of them. "Gods, take me back to where I can see sunlight!"
Thoughtfully Jeremy examined their current choice of several passages. "I
will. We must go up again.
Getting nearer the light, even if it's dark for a while." Looking ahead, he
wondered if even Apollo would be forced to grope his way.
After resting a little longer, they used the opportunity to refill Jeremy's
canteen and then slowly resumed their climb.
Presently in the distance Apollo's ear could detect the Enemy, once more
mobilized and moving in force.
Scores of human-sounding feet were warily but relentlessly following them,
with those who walked upon those feet so far taking care to keep out of the
Sun God's sight.
And the pain in his poisoned wound was getting worse instead of better.
Meanwhile, in the back of Jeremy's mind his inward partner kept up a wordless
prodding, holding before him the imperative to seek out weapons, means of
increasing strength. In particular the shimmering image of the Silver Bow (a
heavy longbow, strung with a silver string) was being thrust imperiously into
his consciousness. Vivid images showed him the weapon not as it had been
depicted in some of the statues at the Academy, but in a more realistic and
powerful form.
While he walked with Katy, Jeremy tried to explain to her, in whispers, that
without the Bow and
Arrows, or some comparably powerful addition to their armament, Apollo was not
sanguine about their chances of even surviving the next round of battle let
alone winning it. And the next round might very well be the last chance
against Hades they ever had.
Despite the bad news, Katy was reassured by his ungodlike behavior. She asked:
"But if you must have this Bow . . . where will you look for it?"
"Apollo is perfectly sure that the best place the only place to look is in the
workshop of Hephaestus. If my old Bow can't be found, that's where I'll have
to go to have a new one made."
On hearing that, Katy only began to look dazed again. Well, Jeremy could see
that it might be hard to think of a sensible reply, especially for someone
unaccustomed to sharing skull space with a god.
file:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/...The%20Face%20of%20Apollo%20(v1.
1%20htm).html (170 of 221) [2/4/2004 11:11:05 PM]
Fred Saberhagen - The Book of the Gods 1 - The Face of Apollo
Meanwhile Apollo's memory, when called upon, brought forth the image of a
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sinewy lame giant, wearing a leather apron and wreathed by the smoke of a
glowing forge. That was Vulcan, whom some preferred to call Hephaestus.
Suddenly it occurred to Jeremy that it might prove necessary for him to talk
to the Lame God in person.
For the Lord of Light to commission from his colleague a new Bow and Arrows,
the old silver model having been somehow lost or destroyed. He reeled under
the burden of trying to imagine Jeremy
Redthorn playing a role in such a confrontation.
And where was the forge?
Yes.
Memory was ready to show him not where it was precisely, but what the place
looked like a small, rugged island in a violent sea and how to get there.
Trouble was, the journey would be immensely long, with the greater part of it
over the ocean. And there might be no way to gain entrance once he'd reached
it.
Finally Katherine, some of her old practical manner coming back, asked him,
"Do you know where this place is, where you must go?"
"The workshop? Not clearly. But I know which way to start toward it, and once
I get started, Apollo will show me the route to take."
And, he hoped, some means of crossing more than a thousand miles of sea.
"It's far from here, though."
"I think so. Yes, very far."
"Then how will you get there?"
Posing the question inwardly brought forth only a vague mental turmoil. "I
don't have an answer for that yet. Even if I am . . . connected with a god, I
can't just . . . fly." He looked down at his feet. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]