‘All of them are suitors for Gaia’s favour. Half of them are new to me.’Īntinous’s yellow eyes gleamed. ‘What about the rest of these … guests? I count at least two hundred. The meat and wine turned to lead in Jason’s stomach. ‘Duluth!’ yelled a third, which momentarily stopped the conversation as the other ghosts gave him confused looks. ‘Dibs on London!’ yelled a ghoul at the next table. Once Gaia destroys the gods, we will divide up the remnants of the mortal world!’

‘We have gathered now for a much bigger prize. ‘At any rate …’ Antinous turned to Jason. ‘Odysseus shot me in the heart, just because I wanted to marry his wife!’ ‘Lot of good it did me.’ Eurymachus lifted his tattered shirt, revealing an inch-wide hole in the middle of his spectral chest. I remember you blubbering and pleading for your life with Odysseus, blaming everything on me!’ She discreetly put her finger to her mouth in a gag me gesture, then went back to flirting with dead guys.Īntinous sneered. Jason caught a glimpse of Piper serving drinks at the next table. ‘That Penelope was a hot little honey cake!’ ‘Especially his wife!’ A bald ghost in ragged clothes elbowed Jason in the ribs. The first time we met here, we were only after Odysseus’s land, his money and his wife.’ Tell me, why are you worthy of a share in our spoils?’Īntinous spread his hands. I still don’t! But you’re here, so Gaia must have had a reason to allow you back into the mortal world. You didn’t care if I lived or died!’Īntinous bared his pointed teeth. Even when Odysseus took off his shirt and you saw how muscular he was … you still made me fight him. When Odysseus came home, disguised as a beggar, Iros thought the new guy was moving in on his territory.

Iros had been sort of like their pet homeless person. Iros … the old man who’d run messages for the suitors in exchange for scraps of food. As I recall, Odysseus crushed your jaw and tossed you into the pigsty.’ ‘Tell me, Iros, what do you have to offer? We don’t need you to run messages for us like in the old days. Apparently these spirits did – which meant more enemies who could beat, stab or decapitate him.Īntinous leaned forward. One pushed his shoulder and Jason was alarmed that he could actually feel it.Īt Camp Jupiter, Lares had no physical substance. ‘Now tell me about this … what did you call it? Retribution? Where do I sign up?’ Jason fought the urge to gag, but he didn’t keel over or explode. He guzzled some red liquid, which thankfully tasted like watered-down wine, not blood or poison.

He ripped off a chunk of meat with his fingers and stuffed it in his mouth.

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