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| | This is a transcript of the dialogue of the '''Young Hercules (Movie Pilot)''', as aired, transcribed by Bryn. |
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| | == Young Hercules (Movie Pilot) == |
| | '''Narrator:''' ''In the age of gods, there was good and evil, light and darkness. Only Zeus, King of the Gods, held the power of Mount Olympus in his hand. From his might came two sons. The first son, Ares, toyed with mankind for sport and pleasure. The second chose honor, searching for his place among mortals. But his path was filled with danger - only his courage would show him the way. Before the man became the legend, before the legend became the myth, came the greatest adventure of all.'' |
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| == Young Hercules (Movie Pilot) ==
| | '''Hercules:''' Well, that'll keep the tourists out. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Should have brought marshmallows. | | '''Hercules:''' Should have brought marshmallows. |
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| | '''Discord:''' Greetings, Ares. |
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| '''Ares:''' Discord. How's King Aeson doing? | | '''Ares:''' Discord. How's King Aeson doing? |
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| '''Discord:''' He grows weaker and weaker. Let me finish him off, Ares. ''Please.'' I haven't killed a monarch in centuries. | | '''Discord:''' He grows weaker and weaker. Let me finish him off, Ares, please? I haven't killed a monarch in centuries. |
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| '''Ares:''' No, sister. We need him alive a tad longer. Care to spin a wheel? | | '''Ares:''' No, no, no, no, sister. We need him alive a tad longer. You care to spin a wheel? |
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| '''Discord:''' Maybe later. There's other news - about our half brother Hercules. | | '''Discord:''' Maybe later. There's other news - about our half brother, Hercules. |
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| '''Ares:''' Father's half-mortal mistake? Haven't given him a thought in years. Still in diapers? Playing in his sandbox? | | '''Ares:''' Father's bastard? Haven't given him a thought in years. |
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| '''Discord:''' He plays in your temple, even as we speak. | | '''Discord:''' He plays in your temple, even as we speak. |
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| '''Ares:''' Hmmm. He's probably after that urn I stole from Zeus. The little runt is trying to score points with Dad. | | '''Ares:''' Hmmm. He's probably after that urn I stole from Zeus. The little runt is trying to score points with Dad. |
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| '''Discord:''' He's not so little these days. He's eighteen now. Tall, exceptionally strong, and quite handsome. Let me go rip his face off. | | '''Discord:''' Not so little. He's eighteen now. Tall, exceptionally strong, and actually quite handsome. Let me go rip his face off. |
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| '''Ares:''' No need. He can enter the cave, but he'll never exit. Remember - ''I'' designed it! | | '''Ares:''' No need. Oh, he can enter the cave, but he'll never exit. Remember - ''I'' designed it. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Guess you aren't very bright after all. | | '''Hercules:''' This'll get Zeus's attention. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Now, that's attractive. | | '''Hercules:''' Hm. Guess I beat Ares's security system. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' That is a big snake. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' That's gotta hurt. Not as much as that would've. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Oops. Yah! |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Guess you're not so bright after all, huh? |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Ah! That's ''attractive''. |
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| '''Jeweler:''' Don't stand too close, boy. This booth is for customers with coins in their purses. | | '''Jeweler:''' Ah, ah-ah! Aaah-ah! |
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| '''Jeweler:''' Help! Help! Get the doctor! | | '''Jeweler:''' Oh! Oh no! What do I do? |
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| '''Jeweler:''' Get the undertaker! Never mind, I'll get him myself! He's bleeding all over my jewels! All over my cart! | | '''Off-screen shopkeeper:''' ...amulets! Amulets sold here! |
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| '''Jeweler:''' Stop! Stop him! My boss will kill me! | | '''Iolaus:''' Why? |
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| '''Iolaus:''' That's the last time I use a pig's bladder. | | '''Jeweler:''' I don't know. |
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| '''Cradus:''' A handful for each of us and a bagful for you? How is that fair, Iolaus? | | '''Jeweler:''' Help! Help, somebody! Get a doctor! No, no, get an undertaker! I'll get him, never mind! He's bleeding all over my jewels! All over my cart! |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' That is the last time I use a pig's bladder. |
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| | '''Cradus:''' A handful? Bagful? I-Iolaus, how is this fair? |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Hey, I ''died'' for this stuff, huh? |
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| '''Alcmene:''' What's going on? | | '''Alcmene:''' What's going on? |
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| '''Jeweler:''' I was robbed today! The thief got ''half'' of my goods! | | '''Jeweler:''' Uh-uh, nothing! I mean, well, I got robbed before. Thief got half my inventory! |
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| '''Alcmene:''' No, I mean over there. | | '''Alcmene:''' No, I mean over there. |
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| '''Jeweler:''' Some kid stole something from the cave of Ares. | | '''Jeweler:''' Hm? Oh. Some kid stole something from the temple of Ares. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! | | '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! |
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| '''Cradus:''' Iolaus.
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| '''Iolaus:''' Later. | | '''Iolaus:''' Later. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules, you stole from a god? | | '''Alcmene:''' You took the property of a god? |
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| | '''Hercules:''' No! It doesn't belong to Ares. It belongs to Zeus. He stole it. |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Don't worry. I'll take it. |
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| '''Hercules:''' It doesn't belong to Ares. He stole it from Zeus. | | '''Iolaus:''' It's mine! |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Don't worry. I'll put it back. | | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus, let go! |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Oops. | | '''Hercules:''' Oops. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Hold on, mother! |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! Do something! Save Iolaus! | | '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! Do something! Save Iolaus! |
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| '''Hercules:''' That petty thief? | | '''Alcmene:''' Now! |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Please! | | '''Hercules:''' Give me your hand! |
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| '''Hercules:''' Give me your hand, Iolaus! | | '''Hercules:''' Hold on! |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Hercules. What are you doing up here? | | '''Iolaus:''' What are you doing up here? |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! Get down now! | | '''Alcmene:''' Hercules! Get down now! |
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| '''Iolaus:''' You heard your mom. | | '''Iolaus:''' You heard your mom. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Hang on! |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Aw, you like me. You ''really'' like me. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules? Do you know the meaning of the word ''forbidden?'' | | '''Alcmene:''' Do you know the meaning of the word ''forbidden?'' |
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| '''Hercules:'''How was I to know there was a cyclone in that urn? | | '''Hercules:''' Uh oh. Here comes the, uh, 'You're Wasting Your Life' speech, again? Mom, how was I supposed to know there was a cyclone inside of the urn? |
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| '''Alcmene:''' When you're not staring at Mount Olympus, you're dreaming up new schemes to get the attention of your father. | | '''Alcmene:''' Oh! When you're not staring up at Mount Olympus, you're dreaming up new schemes to get the attention of your father. |
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| '''Hercules:''' That's not all I ever do. And who wants to impress him anyway? | | '''Hercules:''' That's not all I do. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Hercules, be honest with yourself. Zeus fathered you - and then he abandoned you. I know that hurts. And of course, you're trying to prove yourself to him. But sometimes you jeopardize others. | | '''Alcmene:''' Hercules, be honest with yourself! Zeus fathered you - and then abandoned you. Now, I know that hurts, and you're trying to prove yourself to him. But sometimes you jeopardize others. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Not intentionally. Besides, Zeus doesn't care about me. Why should I waste my time thinking about him? | | '''Hercules:''' It's not intentional. Zeus doesn't care about me, so why should I spend my time thinking about him? |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Because I know you want to take your place - as his son. | | '''Alcmene:''' Because I know you long to take your place as his son. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Not really. | | '''Hercules:''' Not really. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' You have to remember that you're half mortal. | | '''Alcmene:''' You have to remember that you're half mortal. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yeah. Stuck between heaven and earth. So I guess there's no place for me anywhere. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah. Stuck between heaven and earth. I guess there's no place for me anywhere. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' Yes, there is. 'To whom much is given, much is asked.' Learn to use the powers that you have. Go to Cheiron, at the Academy. | | '''Alcmene:''' Yes, there is. To whom much is given, much is asked. You have to learn to use the powers that you have. Go to Cheiron at the Academy. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Power? ''Ares'' has power. He showed me that today. My father must be laughing at me. Not that I care. | | '''Hercules:''' Power? ''Ares'' has power, okay? He showed me that today. My father must be ''laughing'' at me. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' When Iphicles left, it broke my heart. He was- | | '''Alcmene:''' When Iphicles left, it broke my heart. He was- |
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| '''Hercules:''' Jealous of me. Because I'm a half-god. I don't know why. I'd give anything to be like him - an ordinary man. | | '''Hercules:''' -jealous of me, I know. Because I'm a half-god. I would give ''anything'' to be like him - an ordinary man. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' And now I'm losing my other son. Go to Cheiron. He's wise. He'll teach you. | | '''Alcmene:''' And now I'm losing my other son. Go to Cheiron. He's wise. He'll teach you. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Everything I need to know I can learn from you. | | '''Hercules:''' Everything I need to know I can learn from you. |
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| '''Alcmene:''' No. It's time. | | '''Alcmene:''' No. No, it's time. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Excuse me. Can you tell me where to find Cheiron? | | '''Hercules:''' Excuse me. |
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| | '''Jason:''' Yeah? |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Can you tell me where I can find Cheiron? |
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| | '''Jason:''' Sure. I'm Jason. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Hercules. |
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| | '''Jason:''' Follow me. |
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| '''Jason:''' Sure. I'm Jason. Follow me. | | '''Jason:''' Cheiron should be in there somewhere. |
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| '''Jason:''' He'll be around here somewhere. | | '''Hercules:''' Thanks. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up. | | '''Cheiron:''' The best way to make your dreams come true is to ''wake up''. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Pretty good observation... for a janitor. | | '''Hercules:''' That's a pretty good observation. For a janitor. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Well, a wheel has many spokes. | | '''Cheiron:''' Well, a wheel has many spokes. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yes, and a bird has wings, a dog has paws, a bull has horns. But you've probably observed that, too. | | '''Hercules:''' Hm. And birds have wings, dogs paws, and bulls horns, even. But you knew that. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Why did you come here? | | '''Cheiron:''' Why did you come here? |
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| '''Hercules:''' My mother's idea. Which I'm beginning to wonder about. Look at those two. When is ''that'' going to happen - in real life? This might be a huge waste of time. | | '''Hercules:''' It was my mother's idea. Which frankly I'm beginning to wonder about. Now, look at these guys over here. I mean, when is that ever going to happen in real life? This is a huge waste of time. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Time makes all men equal, doesn't it? | | '''Cheiron:''' Time makes all men equals, doesn't it? |
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| '''Hercules:''' Do you always talk in riddles? Don't answer that. I'm looking for the world-famous Cheiron. | | '''Hercules:''' Do you always talk in riddles? Don't answer that. I'm looking for the world-famous Cheiron. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' I'm Cheiron. | | '''Cheiron:''' I'm Cheiron. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Oh. And I'm off to a ''really'' great start.
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| '''Cheiron:''' You're Hercules. Son of Zeus. Alcmene's child. I see the resemblance.
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| '''Hercules:''' No. Wait a minute. You can't be... | |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Yes. | | '''Cheiron:''' ''Yes.'' And you're Hercules. Son of Zeus. Alcmene's child. |
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| '''Hercules:''' No offense, but I heard you were a great warrior. What can I learn from you - galloping? | | '''Hercules:''' Look, no offense, but uh, I was told that, uh, you were a great warrior. I mean, what can I learn from you? I mean, how to-how to pull a chariot? |
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| '''Cheiron:''' No offense taken. | | '''Cheiron:''' No offense taken. |
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| '''Jason:''' Supper at dusk. Lanterns out at eight. Morning bell is at four o'clock. | | '''Jason:''' Supper's at dusk. Lanterns out at eight. Morning bell is at four o'clock. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Get up at four? That's for farmers with cows. | | '''Hercules:''' Four? That's for farmers with cows. |
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| '''Jason:''' And cadets with a purpose. | | '''Jason:''' And cadets with a purpose. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yeah, well, I only have one purpose here. To impress my father. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, well, my only purpose here is to impress my father. |
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| '''Jason:''' Most everyone here is the son of somebody famous. Is your dad wealthy? | | '''Jason:''' Oh! Well, most everyone here is the son of somebody. Is your father wealthy? |
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| '''Hercules:''' Sort of. He has resources. | | '''Hercules:''' Ah, he has resources. |
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| '''Jason:''' Powerful? | | '''Jason:''' Is he, uh, powerful? |
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| '''Hercules:''' You could say that. | | '''Hercules:''' Not in the ordinary kind of way. |
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| '''Jason:''' Is he in politics? | | '''Jason:''' Politics? |
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| '''Hercules:''' He's... fairly well connected. What about your father? | | '''Hercules:''' He's fairly well connected. What about your father? |
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| '''Jason:''' He's a politician. Aeson, king of Corinth. Here's your bunk. | | '''Jason:''' Ah, he's a politician. Aeson, king of Corinth. Hey, here's your bunk. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Thanks. It's been two weeks since I've slept in a bed. | | '''Hercules:''' Oh, great. I haven't slept in a bed in weeks. |
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| '''Jason:''' I wouldn't get too comfortable there. | | '''Jason:''' I wouldn't get too comfortable there. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Why? | | '''Hercules:''' Why? |
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| '''Jason:''' No rest during training hours. Sorry. | | '''Jason:''' No rest during training hours. Sorry. Um, that's Alcestor, Mikos, Thamus, Liardus... |
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| '''Jason:''' This is Alcestor. | | '''Liardus:''' Welcome. |
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| '''Jason:''' Now I want you to meet your training partner, the guy you'll spend every moment of every day with. Hercules, this is... | | '''Jason:''' ...Enyo, and now I'd like you to meet your training partner The fellow you'll be spending every minute of every day with. Hercules, this is... |
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| '''Hercules:''' Iolaus? | | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus? |
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| '''Iolaus:''' It took you two weeks to get here? I've seen faster turtles. | | '''Iolaus:''' It took you two weeks to get here? I've seen faster turtles. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yeah. As they passed you by on the road. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, as they passed you by on the road, I'm sure. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Oh, I'm laughing. | | '''Iolaus:''' Oh, I'm ''laughing''. |
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| '''Jason:''' Come on, guys, let's hit the track! | | '''Jason:''' Hey guys, guys, let's hit the track, huh? |
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| '''Hercules:''' How'd you get here? Steal Cheiron's key? | | '''Hercules:''' How'd you get in here? Steal Cheiron's key? |
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| '''Iolaus:''' No. He wants me to keep an eye on you. | | '''Iolaus:''' No. He wants me to keep an eye on you. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yeah? Well, with me as your training partner, you'll wish you'd never gotten in here. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, well, with me as your training partner, you'll wish you never showed up. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Guess you don't know me well enough. | | '''Hercules:''' Guess you don't know me well enough. |
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| | '''Cheiron:''' Know your comrade. The better your knowledge, the deeper your trust. |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Kay, now, you heard Cheiron. Knowledge brings trust. Okay? |
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| '''Cheiron:''' You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger. | | '''Cheiron:''' You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger. |
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| '''Jason:''' The point is to be the last man standing. Balance is key. | | '''Jason:''' The point is to be the last man standing. And remember, balance is the key. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Looks like Hercules is a little ''off'' key. | | '''Iolaus:''' Ooo. Looks like Hercules is a little off-key. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Balance... Is... Key! | | '''Iolaus:''' Balance... Is... Key! Thank you! |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Respect all warriors, friend and foe alike. You're on thin ice, Iolaus. | | '''Cheiron:''' Respect all warriors, friend or foe. You're on thin ice, Iolaus. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Thin ice? That four-footed know-it-all. No offense. Man, how do you guys live like this? It's everywhere. | | '''Iolaus:''' Thin ice? That four-footed know-it-all. No offense. Oh man, how can you guys live like this? Really! It's everywhere. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' What are ''you'' upset about? I'm breaking you out of here too. | | '''Iolaus:''' What are you upset about, huh? I'm breaking you out of here too. |
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| '''Hercules:''' What if he doesn't want to go? | | '''Hercules:''' Now what if he doesn't want to go? |
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| '''Iolaus:''' He'll learn to live with it. Get out of the way! | | '''Iolaus:''' Well, he'll have to live with it. Now if you'll just get out of my way. |
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| '''Hercules:''' I don't think so, ''training partner.'' We're responsible for each other. And I'm not taking the blame for you again. | | '''Hercules:''' I don't think so, partner. I'm not taking the blame for you again. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Again? | | '''Iolaus:''' Again? |
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| '''Hercules:''' Yeah. First the twister. then tomorrow there'll be a horse and a jackass missing. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah. First the twister, now tomorrow morning there's going to be a horse and a jackass missing. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' I'm only taking the horse. | | '''Iolaus:''' I'm only taking the horse. |
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| '''Hercules:''' I know. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, I know. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Move or I'll give you a horseshoe tattoo. | | '''Iolaus:''' Move, or I'll give you a horseshoe tattoo. |
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| '''Hercules:''' It's your life. Well, good luck. | | '''Hercules:''' It's your life. Well, good luck. I'm just concerned about your well-being. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Forgive me. I'm only concerned for your well being. | | '''Iolaus:''' Well, it's the thought that counts. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' It's the thought that counts. | | '''Hercules:''' You're dead. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' This is where I wanted to be in the first place. | | '''Iolaus:''' This is where I wanted to be in the first place. |
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| '''Hercules:''' How does that taste? | | '''Hercules:''' How does that taste? |
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| '''Hercules:''' Can I help you? | | '''Hercules:''' Can we help you? |
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| '''Yvenna:''' Do I look like I need help? | | '''Yvenna:''' Do I look like I need help? |
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| '''Hercules:''' I thought maybe you were lost. | | '''Hercules:''' Um, we thought you were lost. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' This is Cheiron's Academy. | | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. This is Cheiron's Academy. |
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| '''Yvenna:''' And you must be the grossly inept stable boys. | | '''Yvenna:''' And you must be the grossly inept stable boys. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Here. Let me do that. | | '''Hercules:''' Here. Let me help you with that. |
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| '''Yvenna:''' There must be manure in your ears. I said I don't need help. ''Ever.'' | | '''Yvenna:''' There must be manure in your ears. I said I don't need help. ''Ever.'' |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Then we don't even need to ''tell'' you where the guest quarters are. | | '''Iolaus:''' Oh. Well. I guess we don't even need to tell you where the guest quarters are. |
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| '''Yvenna:''' No, because I'll be staying in the barracks. I'm a cadet. | | '''Yvenna:''' No, because I'll be staying in the barracks. I'm a cadet. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' A cadet? You can't be a cadet. I mean, after all, you're - I mean, well, you're... | | '''Iolaus:''' A cadet? Well, you can't be a cadet. I mean, you're... you're... |
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| '''Hercules:''' ...short. | | '''Hercules:''' ...short. |
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| '''Yvenna:''' You guys are not only covered with it, you're full of it. | | '''Yvenna:''' Short, eh? Not only are you covered with it, you're also full of it. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Still going? Or are we done with this?
| | '''Iolaus:''' She stepped on me. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' I'm done with this, and I've found a whole new reason to stay. She stepped on me. | |
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| '''Cheiron:''' You'll learn the value of the team. Surrendering yourself to the one self. | | '''Cheiron:''' You'll learn the value of the team. Surrendering yourself to the one self. Go. |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Go. | | '''Mikos:''' It's a girl! |
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| '''Iolaus:''' We should get back to work. | | '''Cadet:''' Oh yeah! |
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| '''Hercules:''' Sure," Hercules said. "After you. | | '''Cadet:''' Maybe she's somebody's sister? |
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| '''Iolaus:''' I'm only cooperating because you didn't say anything to Cheiron about last night. | | '''Iolaus:''' I'm only cooperating because you didn't tell Cheiron about last night. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Don't do me any favors. I'm not one to kiss and tell. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, well, listen. Don't do me any favors, ''pal.'' |
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| '''Yvenna:''' You two clean up fairly well... for manure handlers. | | '''Yvenna:''' Well, well. You two clean up fairly well for manure handlers. |
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| '''Hercules:''' Pardon me. For a moment there I forgot. No help. | | '''Hercules:''' Whoops. Uh, heh, sorry, I forgot. No help. |
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| '''Iolaus:''' Right. Sorry. | | '''Iolaus:''' Right. Sorry. |
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| '''Hercules:''' You know, she really ''doesn't'' need any help. | | '''Cadet:''' Oh yeah! |
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| '''Cheiron:''' Cadets! Resume the exercises! | | '''Cadet:''' How'd she ''do'' that? |
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| | '''Hercules:''' You know, Iolaus, she doesn't ''need'' any help. |
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| Hercules moved on the elevated poles by the light of flickering lanterns. It was quiet in the gym, and there were no other sounds than his own labored breathing. Sweat covered him as he whirled the padded cudgel. He ducked, dodged, and spun. ''I can do this. I can do this.''
| | '''Cheiron:''' Cadets! Resume the exercises! |
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| "These night sessions of yours have brought much improvement."
| | '''Jason:''' Alright. Let's go! Come on! |
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| Startled, Hercules missed one of the poles and crashed to the ground. He glanced up and saw Cheiron step out of the shadows. ''Much improvement - until now.''
| | ~*~ |
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| "You startled me," Hercules said, remaining on the ground.
| | '''Cheiron:''' These night sessions of yours have brought much improvement. |
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| "Always anticipate the unexpected," Cheiron advised. He nodded in satisfaction. "Very good work, Hercules."
| | '''Hercules:''' You surprised me. |
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| Feeling an uncertain glow of pride start within him, Hercules got to his feet. "This was my own little secret." Being beaten on the elevated poles had gotten unbearable. His pride had demanded the extra training even though he'd had to give up sleep to get it. A true son of Zeus would master such a thing.
| | '''Cheiron:''' Always anticipate the unexpected. Good work, Hercules. |
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| "Now it's ''ours,''" Cheiron stated. He handed Hercules a strip of cloth. "Here."
| | '''Hercules:''' This was my little secret. |
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| Hercules took it, not comprehending. "What's this for?"
| | '''Cheiron:''' Now it's ''ours.'' Here. |
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| "You're ready to progress to the next level." Cheiron's smile carried a hint of challenge. "Try it blindfolded."
| | '''Hercules:''' What's this for? |
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| Hercules couldn't believe it. ''I've finally gotten good enough to move without falling. He can't expect me to do it blindfolded.'' "You don't quit, do you?"
| | '''Cheiron:''' You're ready to progress to the next level. Do it blindfolded. |
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| Cheiron's voice hardened. "Never-never-never-quit."
| | '''Hercules:''' You don't ever quit, do you? |
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| Hesitantly, Hercules tied the strip of cloth over his eyes. And the lesson began again.
| | '''Cheiron:''' Never, never, never quit! Left foot forward. Right foot back. Left foot forward. Again. |
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| Iolaus hated sword-stacking duty in the gym. Metal clanked against metal, and his arms already ached from the effort. The only thing that made it bearable was-
| | '''Yvenna:''' What are you doing here? Did you follow me? |
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| ''Actually nothing makes it bearable,'' he realized when he thought about it. At least, nothing made it bearable until Yvenna walked by. The swords dropped from his arms and clattered against the floor. | | '''Hercules:''' No, I didn't! I'm taking a bath. |
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| Yvenna gave him an amused glance and kept going. | | '''Yvenna:''' Well, I was going to bathe here. |
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| Abandoning his work, Iolaus raced up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey."
| | '''Hercules:''' Well, e-excuse me. I didn't realize it was a women's only lake. I'll leave. |
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| She turned abruptly, assuming a martial arts stance that he recognized too late to respond to. She grabbed his arm and flipped him onto a nearby canvas.
| | '''Yvenna:''' No, no, I told Cheiron I expect to be treated like one of the guys. |
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| Iolaus lay there. "I was only trying to get your attention."
| | '''Hercules:''' Well, you're not like any guy I know, so, it's okay. I-I'll come back later. |
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| Yvenna nodded and released him. "You got it." | | '''Yvenna:''' Suit yourself. |
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| Cautiously, Iolaus got up, putting some distance between himself and her. He'd noticed how Hercules had watched her. ''Some triumphs don't have to involve me fighting Hercules.'' He looked forward to Hercules' reaction when he saw Yvenna on his arm. Girls could never resist him.
| | '''Hercules:''' If you'll just... turn around? |
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| "If you need-I mean ''want'', or would like a partner, I'm available at the drop of-"
| | '''Yvenna:''' Me? Turn my back on you? Never. Besides, um, I've been to Athens. I've seen statues. I mean, and we're both mature cadets here, right? |
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| Yvenna cocked an eyebrow. "Some swords?"
| | '''Runner:''' You there! Help me! |
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| Embarrassment burned the back of Iolaus' neck, but he forced himself to go on. "What I'm saying is I can lose Hercules. He's a lot of dead weight to carry, even for someone of my advanced level."
| | '''Hercules:''' What is it? |
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| "I see," Yvenna said.
| | '''Runner:''' I must find Jason of Corinth! It's urgent! |
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| Iolaus nodded. "The fact is, he's actually holding me back."
| | ~*~ |
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| Yvenna didn't look convinced. "Can I go now?" She turned and walked on.
| | '''Iolaus:''' What does it say? |
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| Taken by surprise, Iolaus lost a couple steps before he caught up to her again. ''Time to try a different tack.'' "Wait. May I apologize for saying that you were-"
| | '''Hercules:''' Your father's been unconscious for two weeks. Strength diminishes daily. Have tried all available medicines. Corinth is in disarray. Request immediate return. |
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| She cut him with her gaze.
| | '''Jason:''' This is unbelievable. I saw him two months ago. He was fine. |
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| "-short?" Iolaus finished weakly.
| | '''Hercules:''' It's best for you to return home as quick as possible. |
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| "Yeah," Yvenna said, totally unmoved. "That was a really cheap shot. Is that all?"
| | '''Jason:''' Especially if the city is in chaos. It's my duty. |
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| Iolaus gave up the approach, frustrated. "Are you ever nice to anybody?" | | '''Iolaus:''' You mean Jason might become king? |
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| "I tried that once," Yvenna said. "It's not nearly as much fun." She left him standing there with his mouth open.
| | '''Hercules:''' What's the matter with you? |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Hey, Jase, hey, um. You're going to need advisors. And I've got my finger right on the public pulse. |
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| That afternoon, after practice was finished, Yvenna walked away from the Academy to the river at the bottom of the hill. It was forested there, and she felt the spot would afford enough privacy for a relaxing swim.
| | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, and you'd steal it if you could. |
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| The water looked clean and refreshing, as if it would dissolve the remnants of the nightmare that had stayed with her that morning when she'd waked. She walked along the bank till she reached an area where trees grew thick.
| | '''Jason:''' Hey, I don't want to think about the throne now. |
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| A running figure broke out of the trees to her left. She recognized him at once and smiled, knowing he hadn't seen her.
| | '''Hercules:''' Jason, I wanna go with you. |
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| Hercules left the bank in a long dive and hit the water cleanly. He disappeared under the surface, then came up a moment later, shaking the water from his eyes. "Whoa, that's cold." Then he spotted her, a mortified look taking shape on his face.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. I'm in. I always wanted to be a personal friend of a king. Hopefully. Well, not ''hopefully''... |
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| "What are you doing here?" Yvenna demanded.
| | '''Jason:''' Iolaus, hey, I'm the same as I always was. |
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| Hercules worked his mouth, but nothing came out.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah yeah yeah, of course. But with power. |
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| Yvenna gloated inside. It was good to catch him so off balance. She grinned at him coyly. "Were you following me?"
| | '''Hercules:''' Jason, we don't need him. |
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| "No I didn't," he objected. "I was taking a bath."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Ah, yes you do. |
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| "I was going to take a bath here," she told him, trying to make him even more uncomfortable.
| | '''Hercules:''' No, we don't. |
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| "Excuse me," he replied, trying to assert himself. "I didn't see the sign that said Women Only. I'll leave."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yes you do. |
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| That wasn't exactly what Yvenna had expected him to say. ''He'' is ''shy.'' "No," she said, walking closer to the water."No, I've told Cheiron that I want no special treatment. Treat me like one of the guys."
| | '''Hercules:''' No, we don't. |
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| "Not like any guy I know." Hercules shook his head. "It's all right. I'll come back later."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yes, you do. |
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| Yvenna smiled and sat on the riverbank. "Suit yourself."
| | '''Hercules:''' No, we don't, but thank you for asking-- |
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| "Fine." He hesitated. "So - if you'll just turn around-"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yes, you do. Oh, well, excuse me mister high and mighty-- |
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| "Turn my back on you?"
| | '''Jason:''' Guys! Put aside your differences, all right? 'Cause I need both of you. So let's go. |
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| Hercules nodded hopefully.
| | ~*~ |
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| She almost took pity on him, then shook her head, laughing inside. "Never. Besides, I've been to Athens. I've seen statues. We're both mature cadets."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Jason, when you're king, we won't eat like this. |
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| Hercules looked totally helpless.
| | '''Jason:''' When I'm king. I don't even want to ''think'' about life without my father. |
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| Yvenna sat and waited.
| | '''Hercules:''' You'll get used to it, trust me. |
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| Then a panicked voice rang out. "Help me!"
| | '''Jason:''' He's always been there for me. |
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| Yvenna turned and saw a runner come stumbling around the curve of the riverbank.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah, my dad was there for me about... three weeks out of every year. The rest of the time he was off fighting some war. I mean, I hardly recognize him out of armor. |
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| "I must find Jason of Corinth!" the exhausted man cried, holding up an official-looking scroll. "It's urgent!"
| | '''Jason:''' When I was a boy, he used to take me fishing. Taught me how to wrestle. Once we even dove off the cliffs at Delos. |
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| == Chapter Six ==
| | '''Hercules:''' Really? Wish I had that. |
| Hercules studied Jason's face. ''Man, that looks like bad news.'' He and Iolaus sat quietly in the barracks room with the prince as he read the scroll the runner had brought.
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| Jason maintained his composure, still the strong leader Hercules had met that first day at the Academy. When he was finished, Jason closed the scroll and handed it to Hercules.
| | '''Iolaus:''' So? I never did things with ''my'' old man and look how I turned out. Anyways, it's not Amphitryon's fault he died while you were young. |
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| "What's it say?" Iolaus demanded.
| | '''Hercules:''' Amphitryon wasn't my father. |
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| Hercules read from the scroll, starting somewhere after the official introduction parts. "Your father has been unconscious for two weeks. Strength diminishing daily. Have tried all available medicines. Corinth in disarray. Come home immediately." He closed the scroll
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoa! Did your mother keep ''that'' quiet. So who's your real dad? |
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| Jason paced, as close to losing his self-control as Hercules had ever seen. "This is unbelievable," the prince said. "I saw him only two months ago. He was so strong."
| | '''Hercules:''' It doesn't make any difference. |
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| "Maybe it's just a bad case of the fever," Iolaus said.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Aw, come on... do I know him? |
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| "There are remedies for that," Hercules stated.
| | '''Hercules:''' No. |
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| Iolaus shrugged. "Hey, I'm only saying I think he'll be okay. Probably a temporary condition." | | '''Iolaus:''' Is he in the village? |
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| "I hope you're right," Jason said.
| | '''Hercules:''' No. |
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| Hercules looked at his friend somberly. "If not, you'd better get there as soon as possible."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Have I met him? |
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| Jason pulled a long sword from his kit by the bunk bed. He stared at its gleaming length.
| | '''Hercules:''' No. I haven't even met him. |
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| ''That's not a common infantryman's sword,'' Hercules realized. It had jewels and intricate glyphs etched into the metal. | | '''Iolaus:''' I guess that makes you a-- |
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| "True." Jason twirled the sword expertly, then sheathed it with a flourish at his side. "Especially if there's chaos in the city. It's my duty." He pulled a bag from his kit and started packing.
| | '''Jason:''' Whoa! No no no! Hey, uh, have you ever tried to see him? |
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| Hercules tried to decide what to do. Jason was a friend, but Hercules still had his own destiny to find. His mother had felt it lay here, at the Academy. He couldn't just walk away. But he didn't think he could let Jason go off alone with the heavy burden on his heart. | | '''Hercules:''' No. Maybe one of these days. |
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| Iolaus leaned in close to Hercules. "You mean Jason might become king?" the young thief whispered.
| | '''Jason:''' What were you thinking? |
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| Anger sparked inside Hercules. "What's the matter with you?"
| | '''Iolaus:''' What? What? What did I say? |
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| Iolaus avoided the question with a grin, then bounded to his feet and put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "You're going to need advisors. And I've got my finger on the public pulse."
| | ~*~ |
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| Hercules jerked up from his booth and approached them. "You'd steal it if you could," he accused.
| | '''Ares:''' Still hanging in there, Aeson? Very noble of you. Almost... kingly. |
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| Jason shook his head. "I don't want to think about the throne now."
| | '''Artisan:''' Lord Pelias? |
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| For Jason to become king, Hercules knew, his father would have to die. "Jason, I'd like to go with you." ''Just to make sure Iolaus didn't go unsupervised.''
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Uh oh. |
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| "I'm in," Iolaus added. "I always wanted to be a personal friend of a king."
| | '''Artisan:''' ''King'' Pelias? That is to say, king, when the other king is no longer the king and you are the king at last, and a good king... |
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| Jason looked at the young thief sharply. "Iolaus, I'm the same as I always was."
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' And? |
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| Iolaus agreed with a nod. "Of course. But with power."
| | '''Artisan:''' The work proceeds on your statue, Lord Pelias. We will be finished in two weeks' time. |
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| "Jason," Hercules said, "We don't need him." ''Taking Iolaus along was like running with a sharp knife at your throat.''
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Two weeks? |
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| "Yes, you do."
| | '''Artisan:''' We are not married to two weeks. We could step it up. |
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| "No, we don't."
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' I had hoped to unveil it at the king's funeral... that could be any day now. Finish it quickly, or you will join the others at the gate. |
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| Jason stepped between them, obviously irritated. "Guys, put your differences aside. I may have need of you both."
| | '''Artisan:''' I have a cousin, he's very good, he's got a brother who is very good at this work, I could get them-- |
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| Iolaus grinned in triumph.
| | '''Ares:''' Just go! |
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| ''If I ever need Iolaus' help,'' Hercules thought bitterly, ''it's only the last resort before I shake hands with Charon, the boatman to Underworld. | | '''Artisan:''' Yes, my lord. |
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| | '''Ares:''' Stupid, helpless, incompetent mortals. |
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| The noonday sun burned down on the seashore. Hercules tried to sort out the number of days they'd been on the read but didn't know if he'd lost a day or maybe even two in his calculations. They'd traveled fast and they'd traveled hard. He watched the incoming waves, also trying to remember what a real night's sleep was like.
| | '''Discord:''' Why do you pretend to be Aeson's long-lost brother, Pelias? Let them know you're Ares and lay waste to this place. |
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| Jason had remained grim and focused, his mind busy with all kinds of dark thoughts. Iolaus had been the opposite, always talking, though Hercules couldn't always remember what the conversation had been about when he finished.
| | '''Ares:''' What, the slaughter of so many innocents? You know, it's not a bad idea. Ah, perhaps later. |
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| They ate lunch as they went, juggling apples, bread, and cheese. Thankfully, Iolaus hadn't insisted on talking about Yvenna. Hercules; thoughts hadn't strayed far from the girl cadet either, but he hadn't talked about her at all.
| | '''Discord:''' Did I mention your plan is unfolding like a black rose? Jason's on his way here. |
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| "I've heard of 'eat and run,'" Iolaus griped. "I just never thought it meant at the same moment."
| | '''Ares:''' Tell me Hercules is with him. |
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| He up-ended the goatskin containing soup they'd bought from a peddler they'd met on the road.
| | '''Discord:''' Consider yourself told. Now let me ambush them on the road and send them packing to the Other Side! |
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| "Sorry, Iolaus," Jason apologized. "I can't afford to waste time."
| | '''Ares:''' You are such a firebrand! How easily you forget, sister. Our dear half brother cannot be killed at the hand of either one of us - by order of Zeus. |
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| Iolaus yanked the goatskin away and made a face. He spat out the soup and made gagging noises. "Five dinars for this lousy soup? ''Highway robbery'' takes on a new meaning."
| | '''Discord:''' I'll do it quickly. He might never know. |
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| "And you know all about robbery," Hercules said, unable to resist.
| | '''Ares:''' Patience. If Hercules is tragically killed, along with his heroic friends, in an untimely... hideous... bloody accident... |
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| Iolaus frowned at him but didn't say anything. He shifted his attention to Jason. "When you're king we won't eat like this."
| | '''Discord:''' I love it when you talk like that. And I've arranged one. |
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| ''Man, Iolaus, you have no tact at all,'' Hercules thought. Jason had obviously been worried about his dad all day. | | '''Ares:''' Pretty sneaky, sis. What have you done? |
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| Jason spoke in a low tone, "When I'm king. I don't want to even consider life without my father."
| | '''Discord:''' Only sent out the welcome wagon. |
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| Hercules kept his voice soft. "You'll get through it."
| | ~*~ |
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| "But he's always been there for me," Jason explained.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Are we almost there? I mean, where's the red carpet? The food? The wine? The nubile young women? |
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| Hercules couldn't help wondering what that must have been like. There was so much he'd missed. But he'd already known that from watching the other fathers and sons in his own village. The tone in Jason's voice brought it all back. ''How do you get the attention of your father when he's the king of the gods?''
| | '''Hercules:''' Whoa, whoa, whoa, shut up a sec. |
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| "Oh, yeah," Iolaus said. "My dad was there - about two weeks out of the year. The rest of the time he'd be off at some war. I mean, I wouldn't recognize him out of armor."
| | '''Iolaus:''' What? |
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| "When I was a boy," Jason said, "my father would take me fishing, and we'd wrestle all the time. We'd dive off the cliffs at Delos."
| | '''Hercules:''' Here comes the welcoming committee. |
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| Hercules swallowed a mouthful of apple. "Really? Wish I'd had that."
| | '''Henchman 1:''' I'll kill you! |
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| "So?" Iolaus challenged. "I never did things with ''my'' old man, and look how I turned out."
| | '''Henchman 2:''' Go, go, go! |
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| Hercules and Jason both looked at him in reproach. | | '''Hercules:''' Get back, Iolaus! |
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| Iolaus ignored them. "Anyways," he said to Hercules, "it's not Amphitryon's fault that he died while you were young."
| | '''Jason:''' Let's go! Let's go! |
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| Without thinking about what he was sawing, Hercules blurted, "Amphitryon was not my father."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Go! Watch out! |
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| Iolaus stopped in shock. "Whoa! Did Alcmene keep ''that'' quiet. Who's your real dad?"
| | '''Hercules:''' Back up! Back up! I've got an idea! Back up, you guys! |
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| Hercules shook his head, knowing he'd said too much. "Never mind. It doesn't matter." | | '''Hercules:''' Who sent you?! You better start talking - it's a bumpy road. |
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| Iolaus hurried and caught up to him. "Come on," he wheedled, "Who is it? Somebody in the village? Anybody I've met?"
| | '''Henchman 2:''' Your uncle, Pelias. |
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| "No," Hercules said. "Even I haven't met him."
| | '''Jason:''' Pelias is dead! |
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| "Have you ever tried to see him?" Jason asked.
| | '''Henchman 2:''' Pelias is king! |
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| "Not yet," Hercules replied. "But maybe one of these days-" He changed subjects, pointing at the ling, ragged coastline that lay ahead of them. "Come on. Let's pick up the pace."
| | ~*~ |
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| | '''Jason:''' I've got a ''bad'' feeling about this. |
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| Ares, dressed in regal robes instead of the warrior's black armor that suited him so well, stood over the comatose for of King Aeson in a small bedroom behind the throne room. The king of Corinth lay on a plush bed stamped with silverwork, wrapped in blankets that bore the royal seal.
| | '''Hercules:''' Jason, when was the last time you saw your uncle? |
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| Only the slight rise and fall of the king's chest separated him from the land of the dead. Ares watched the movement with resentment.
| | '''Jason:''' My father said he died in battle when I was a baby. That's Zandarus. That's my father's most trusted advisor. |
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| "Still hanging on, Aeson?" Ares taunted. "Very noble of you - almost kingly." If it hadn't been in his plans for the old man to live as long as he had, Aeson would have already been dead.
| | '''Guard:''' No one in, no one out. Pelias's orders. |
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| The king was a middle-aged man who bore the scars and marks of a long life filled with adventure and responsibility. His hair and his full beard held a mix of black and gray. His ringed hands lay crossed over each other.
| | '''Guards:''' Yes, sir! |
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| "Lord Pelias," a voice called.
| | '''Hercules:''' Okay, I count three guys at the gate. Let's take them. |
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| Ares grinned. His newest identity was an absolute thrill even now. The histories of Corinth had mentioned that the king had lost his brother in the wars, but no one knew if he was alive of read. That made it easy to step into the role. Ares stepped out of the bedchamber and into the throne room. "Enter."
| | '''Jason:''' No. No, I don't want any more of my people killed. |
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| A member of the Corinth artisans' guild entered the room and bowed nervously. The man looked harried, covered in stone dust. "''King'' Pelias," he amended in a quavering voice. "That is to say when you are king when the other king is no longer king and you are king at last. And a good king at that."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Well, digging a tunnel might be a ''little'' time consuming. You guys got any of that soup left? |
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| Ares dropped comfortably into the ornate throne. "And?" he asked, waving the man to get on with his story. Mortals were always annoying, but it was amusing to watch them in the full throes of fear.
| | '''Hercules:''' Soup? Iolaus, we just ate. |
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| Realizing he still had his cap on, the man doffed it with hasted. "The work on your statue proceeds, Lord Pelias. We'll be finished in two weeks' time."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Guys, work with me. |
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| "Two weeks?" Ares roared.
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| The man cowered. "We are not married to two weeks. We could step it up."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Ninety-nine goatskins of wine on the wall... Ninety-nine goatskins of- |
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| "But I so wanted to unveil it at the king's funeral - and that could be any day," Ares stated. "Finish it soon, or you'll join the others at the gates." Nearly every day there were new dead hung up on the poles along the outer walls.
| | '''Guard:''' What have we got here? |
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| The artisan shivered. "Yes, my lord." Dismissed, he turned to scurry out of the room and nearly ran over Discord. The artisan bowed to her, turned and bowed to Ares, bowed to Discord again, and finally stumbled out of the room.
| | '''Iolaus:''' -wine on the wall... |
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| "Stupid, helpless, incompetent mortals," Ares growled in disgust.
| | '''Guard:''' He's drunk. |
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| Discord wore a long, flowing white dress, like a lady of the court. She perched on the edge of the throne by Ares and lazily adjusted the folds of her dress.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Ninety-nine goatskins of wine... ON... THE... WALL! Yeah! Yeeah!! |
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| "What's the point of this stupid charade?" she asked petulantly. "Why do you pretend to be Aeson's long-lost brother, Pelias? Let them know you're Ares and lay waste to this place."
| | '''Guard:''' Go away. |
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| Ares pushed himself out of the throne. He paced and thought over his sister's simple, ruthless plan. He found he kind of liked it. But still, his own plan held clever details with a number of ramifications. He much preferred those. "Oh, sister, don't you see? This way brother kills brother. Uncle destroys son. I enjoy the symmetry."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Ooo, hey! Just the one.. two... six guys I wanted to see! Now, uh, you two, you come join me for a drink. And, uh, you two can join me as well, because those two... ''ARE BUYING!'' My hat! |
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| Discord pulled at her white gown, her distaste obvious. "Well, how long does this play-acting go on? I hate these clothes."
| | '''Guard:''' Move on, or spend the night in jail. The gates are closed. |
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| "Yes, white is not your color. Not very exciting."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Come on! I love you guys, I really do! Ooo, you shouldn't have done that. Here comes lunch. |
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| She licked her bloodred lips and grinned at him. "What ''I'd'' find exciting is torching this city."
| | '''Guard:''' You disgusting, filthy... Huh? |
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| "And slaughter so many innocents?" Ares asked, acting shocked. "Not a bad idea. Perhaps - in good time."
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| Discord settled onto the throne, making herself at home. "Oh, did I mention your plan is unfolding like a black rose? Jason is on his way here."
| | '''Jason:''' Father? Father? Father... He's alive... He's alive. Father, can you hear me? Father, it's Jason. |
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| Ares smiled in satisfaction. Of course his plan was working. Intricate though it was, he'd made it. His plans didn't often fail. Corinth was going to be merely one more bauble in a long line of conquests he'd made. "Tell me Hercules is with him." | | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Who disturbs the king? |
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| "Consider yourself told." Discord jumped up from the throne. "Now let me ambush them on the road and send them packing to Tatarus!"
| | '''Jason:''' Jason, son of the king. |
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| "You're such a firebrand," Ares complimented her. "How easily you forget. Our dear half brother cannot be killed at the hand of either one of us - by order of Zeus."
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' My dear nephew! I'm your uncle, Pelias. |
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| Discord whispered conspiratorially. "I'll do it quickly. Zeus might never know."
| | '''Jason:''' W-what have you done with my father? |
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| "Patience," Ares advised. "If Hercules is tragically killed, along with his heroic friends, in an untimely, hideous, bloody accident-"
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Done? Only summoned Corinth's finest physicians. Sadly, to no avail. We all die, Jason. |
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| "I love it when you talk like that," Discord told him. "And I've arranged one."
| | '''Jason:''' What ails him? |
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| Ares looked at her with pride. "Pretty sneaky, sister. What have you done without telling me?" | | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' None could say. It would take the Golden Fleece itself to save him. |
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| An innocent smile curved Discord's lips. Her eyes gleamed with malice. "Only sent out the welcome wagon."
| | '''Jason:''' The finest physicians, huh? |
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| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' I can understand you must be hurting, but what about my loss? Not being near my beloved brother for all this time, just to have him cruelly snatched away from me. |
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| "Are we almost there? Where's the red carpet? The food and wine? The nubile young women?"
| | '''Hercules:''' Where were you? |
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| Hercules ignored Iolaus' whining voice as they crested the latest in a long line of sand dunes. The loose sand made walking even harder, and the sun was relentless. He'd spent a large part of the last few miles wondering how cool the sea would be. ''Maybe I could talk Jason into a swim for just a few minutes,'' Hercules thought. One look at Jason's face, though, told him it would be impossible to distract his friend. Hercules sighed and continued tramping through the sand.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Eight years as a prisoner of war. I finally escaped, and these last twelve years I've been lost at sea. |
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| As they crested the dune, he spotted two black chariots racing toward them. The drivers and the men with them wore leather armor decorated with rings that also served as increased protection from sword blades. The horses were sweat-streaked, showing miles of hard use.
| | '''Iolaus:''' That's a pretty big sea. |
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| The extra men in the chariots bore spiked maces. They showed every intention of using them and being happy about the opportunity. On closer inspection, Hercules saw the four warriors wore leather masks as well.
| | '''Jason:''' Why are soldiers in the city? |
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| ''That does'' not ''look good.'' "Here's your welcoming committee," Hercules told Iolaus. | | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' A time of chaos. With great sadness, I had to restore order and assume the throne. |
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| Only yards from them, the chariots separated. A chain hung between the chariots, ripping through the sand and scattering clouds of dust.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah, well, you can cheer up, because he's here to claim his birthright. |
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| Moving quickly, Hercules shoved Jason and Iolaus in separate directions. They flew out of harm's way, but the chariots were on Hercules before he could move. The chain caught him across the stomach, flipping him and knocking the wind out of him. He glanced back at his friends.
| | '''Jason:''' In the name of my father. |
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| The extra men in the back of the chariots had bailed out when Hercules had shoved his friends clear. The men lifted their maces and attacked Jason and Iolaus as the two got to their feet. Jason and Iolaus both ripped their swords free of their sheaths. The battle joined even as the chain dragged by the chariots flipped Hercules again. He landed on the other side of it and hung on stubbornly.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Oh, I wish your father agreed. 'I, King Aeson, being of sound mind and failing body, do hereby name as the successor to my throne my brother, Pelias.' |
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| He could have gotten free by letting go, but he had a plan. It actually wasn't much of a plan, but it worked for him. He also didn't have much time.
| | '''Jason:''' You forced him to write that! ''You forced him to write that!'' |
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| The chariots closed together. For the first time, Hercules noticed the spinning razor-edged steel triangles sticking out of the center of the wheel hubs on the chariot to the left. If the drivers succeeded in pinning him between them, the flashing blades would slice and dice him. The drivers pulled on the reins, bringing the chariots even closer together as he held onto the chain.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' You call me a traitor? You attack the acting king? These are death offenses! |
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| == Chapter Seven ==
| | '''Hercules:''' You wouldn't dare! |
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| Desperate, Hercules pulled on the chain between the two chariots as the spinning blades closed in on him. If he could only break them, he knew he would have the chance he needed. Getting his grip while being pulled across the sandy beach as full gallop was hard. But finally he locked both fists on the chain and yanked as hard as he could.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' No... But I'd like to. Banishment! Escort them out of the city. |
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| The chain links shattered just as the deadly razor edges were only inches from his face.
| | '''Jason:''' Father! Get your hands off me! |
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| Hercules clung to the end of the broken chain at the back on the chariot on his left. He immediately dropped behind the chariot, rolling as he was dragged through the sand.
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| Tightening his grip, Hercules pulled himself up the chain hand over hand toward the chariot. The driver glanced back and saw him, then yanked his horses from left to right to try to shake Hercules free. Hercules twisted and turned at the end of the chain like a fish fighting a line. He kept climbing, spitting out the sand in his mouth.
| | '''Jason:''' I'm not leaving my father in the hands of Pelias! Get off! You'll have to kill me!!! |
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| He reached the chariot and pulled himself on board. Finding his balance, he stood and grabbed the driver's shoulder. He spun the man around and punched him in his masked face.
| | '''Hercules:''' Listen! What's the most important thing right now? |
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| The chariot driver's head snapped back.
| | '''Jason:''' Saving my father. |
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| Before the man could recover, Hercules picked him up and threw him from the chariot. Grabbing the reins, Hercules turned the horses around, then whipped them back up to speed as he headed toward Jason and Iolaus.
| | '''Hercules:''' Then let's save him! Let's get the Golden Fleece! |
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| He looked over his shoulder, watching the second chariot driver stop long enough to pick up the man Hercules had thrown out of the captured chariot.
| | '''Iolaus:''' What's the Golden Fleece? |
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| Jason feinted toward his opponent, then launched a roundhouse kick at the man's head as he ducked away. The kick stretched the man out in the sand. Iolaus flipped over the other guard's sword blow and landed behind the man before he could recover. Almost nonchalantly, the young thief slammed the flat of his sword against the man's head and laid him out. Both Jason and Iolaus sprinted towards the approaching chariot.
| | ~*~ |
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| Hercules slowed the team only a moment, long enough for his friends to leap on. Then he whipped the reins over the horses' backs, driving them forward at a full gallop.
| | '''Jason:''' Impossible! |
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| The second chariot came up quickly, gaining speed as the team stretched out their galloping legs. Their hooves clapped thunder against the ground, louder even than the rushing rattle of the chariot wheels. The first driver had picked up a mace and stood ready to use it.
| | '''Hercules:''' We get back to the Academy, we'll recruit some cadets and set sail for Korsenia. |
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| "Get us out of here," Iolaus yelled to Hercules.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Korsenia? |
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| Knowing he couldn't outrun the other chariot, Hercules steered his team toward it. He closed in on the other chariot, getting close enough to reach out and touch it. He closed in on the other chariot, getting close enough to reach out and touch it.
| | '''Jason:''' Do you realize how many men have died trying to obtain it? |
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| The chariot driver stared at them in astonishment. The man swung his mace at Iolaus, who ducked wildly beneath it.
| | '''Iolaus:''' What's the Golden Fleece? |
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| "Are you out of your mind?" Iolaus screamed.
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| Hercules pointed at the wheel on Iolaus' side, indicating the flashing blades sticking out from the hub. He pulled the team toward the other chariot again. This time he matched up the blades with the other vehicle's wheel spokes. Metal shrilled as the keen edges shopped chips from the spokes and bared white wood. Hercules handed the reins to Iolaus, who struggled to maintain control over the pulling team.
| | '''Jason:''' It can't be done, Hercules. It's a dream. |
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| The blades shredded the narrow wheel spokes, dropping the other chariot's axle into the sand. At the same time, Hercules knocked the second man's mace away with a backhand block and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. He yanked the man from the chariot as the axle caught in the sand and flipped the rig into the air.
| | '''Hercules:''' Let's make it come true. I'd save my father if I had the chance. |
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| Out of control, the chariot overturned. The team broke free of the traces and ran away as the driver crashed into the ground.
| | '''Jason:''' You're out of your mind. |
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| Hercules held his prisoner in one hand, suspending him over the spinning wheel blades. He lowered him an inch or two, knowing the man would get the idea.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Guys, what is the Golden Fleece? |
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| Jason slipped in beside Hercules and addressed the man struggling to keep his feet above the whirling razors. "Who sent you?"
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| "Pelias," the man answered without hesitation.
| | '''Hercules:''' It's the skin of a ram, made out of pure gold. |
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| A troubled look filled Jason's face. "Pelias is dead."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoa, pure gold? I'm in. |
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| The man shook his head. "Pelias is king."
| | '''Hercules:''' It was sacrificed to my father by a king named Phrixis. Now, the gold is meaningless. Now, the real power of the fleece is that it can cure any illness. |
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| Hercules glanced at Jason, seeing the hard lights in his friend's eyes.
| | '''Jason:''' Wait a second. 'Sacrificed to my father'? Are you trying to tell us that your father is Zeus? I ''was'' right. You ''are'' out of your mind. |
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| Jason held his control, total ice. "Lose him," he said.
| | '''Hercules:''' I swear it on the life of my mother. |
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| Hercules shoved the man away, watching as he hit the sandy ground and went bouncing and rolling away. Hercules held his questions, knowing Jason didn't have any answers.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Oh, man. Well, I see why Alcmene kept ''that'' news under her hat. You know, and all these years I just thought it was heavy weightlifting. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Shut up. |
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| | '''Jason:''' Look. Son of a god or not, it is ''far'' too ''dangerous''. We could be killed. |
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| The afternoon sun drew crimson streaks across the sky when Hercules guided the chariot to a stop on top of one of the hills overlooking Corinth. The walled city sat on top of a hill overlooking a fertile valley. A river cut through the valley, shimmering blue with smudges of the orange sky reflected in it.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Oh. You know, Herc, if Jase says it can't be done, it can't be done. Next idea. |
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| Hercules had never been to the city before, but he'd heard a lot about it from his mother. He gazed at it in wonder. | | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus is just scared... |
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| They rolled into the forest and chopped branches and small trees. Working quickly and carefully, they left the chariot hidden in a mass of underbrush beneath a copse of trees. There was no question about what they had to do next. Jason had to get into the city, and Hercules and Iolaus were going with him.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Hey hey hey! Don't call me a coward! Son of Zeus or not, I'll go anywhere you go! |
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| Then they walked down the hill and found the first of the dead hanging on posts.
| | '''Hercules:''' ...but you and I, we can pull this off. We get the golden fleece, we get rid of Pelias, and we can save your father. |
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| "This isn't right," Jason said as he gazed at all the corpses.
| | '''Jason:''' And Corinth. |
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| ''Now, there's an understatement.'' "When did you last see your uncle?" Hercules asked. | | '''Iolaus:''' Look, the gods have to be looking after us with Hercules aboard. |
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| "My father told me he died in battle when I was a baby."
| | '''Jason:''' If we do this, we do it right. |
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| They continued on to the city gates. Hercules gazed on both sides of the trail. More corpses hung from wagon wheels, days dead and rotting in the sun.
| | '''Hercules:''' Let's do it. |
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| Jason paused all of a sudden, then turned and walked over to one of the bodies. He looked up into the dead face. "Zandarus," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "My father's most trusted advisor." He glanced at Hercules, obviously shaken. "and the rest, all his inner council."
| | '''Iolaus:''' I'm in. |
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| ''I wonder how Iolaus feels about that advisor' position now?'' Hercules thought. But he didn't say anything. The harsh deaths of these people unnerved him as well.
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| He studied the city walls. Corinth's walls were tall, and the watchmen strategically posted. Getting in would be difficult.
| | '''Hercules:''' Six of us, plus Mikos and Alcestor. |
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| "Pelias' orders," one of the watchmen yelled. "No one in, no one out."
| | '''Jason:''' Good. Provisions? |
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| "I count three guards at the gate," Hercules said. "Let's take them."
| | '''Liardus:''' I'm on kitchen duty. |
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| "No." Jason was firm. "I don't want any more of my people killed. Not even the guards."
| | '''Jason:''' Weapons? |
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| "Digging a tunnel might be a little time consuming," Iolaus pointed out. He paused for a moment. "Wait - does anybody have some of that soup left?"
| | '''Hercules:''' I've got mine right here. |
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| "Soup?" Hercules couldn't believe it. "We only ate a short time ago."
| | '''Iolaus:''' I can get swords. |
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| Iolaus frowned and shook his head. "Work with me here, guys. I have a plan."
| | '''Jason:''' What about transportation? |
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| | '''Yvenna:''' My uncle owns ''The Argos''. |
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| Iolaus had stolen clothes before but never from dead men. Back in the forest, while filling Jason and Hercules in on his plan, he'd washed the clothes as clean as he could in a nearby stream. Even so, a certain stench still clung to them. Iolaus supposed it helped with his disguise.
| | '''Cheiron:''' Pair off for wrestling! |
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| Now he staggered down the road leading to the main gate. The three guards watched him as he walked closer. He hoped they'd be less likely to spot Jason and Hercules sneaking up on them.
| | '''Hercules:''' You can get a ship? |
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| ''Hey, this is working so far,'' he thought. Neither Jason nor Hercules had shown much support for the scheme, but neither had they come up with anything better. ''Like I told them, simple is best. And there's nothing more simple than a guy who's had too much to drink.'' | | '''Yvenna:''' Yeah. But you didn't even ''ask'' me on this mission. |
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| He kept staggering, ignoring the guards' yells for him to go back.
| | '''Hercules:''' I was going to. Really. |
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| "Ninety-nine goatskins of wine on the wall," Iolaus sang in an off-key voice. He also sang as loudly as he could, hoping to cover whatever sounds Jason and Hercules made while sneaking up on the guards. "Ninety-nine goatskins of wine-"
| | '''Yvenna:''' Sure. |
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| "Go away," the first guard ordered.
| | '''Hercules:''' No, I promise. You're one of the best warriors I've seen. |
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| Iolaus weaved to a stop in front of them and swayed from side to side, hamming up the part. Acting was one of the things he liked best about thieving. It really wasn't that much fun taking things when no one was around, even if it was more profitable.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Yeah, I'd bet you'd say just about anything to get what you want right now. |
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| "Ah!" Iolaus roared. "Just the six guys I wanted to see." He grabbed the first guard by the shoulders, pointing at him with two fingers. "You two come join me for a drink." He pointed at the second guard. "And you two as well, because" - he pointed at the third guard - "they're buying!" He laughed uproariously.
| | '''Hercules:''' No, wait. Come with us. We need you. |
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| The first guard batted Iolaus' hat off. "Move on, or spend the night in jail," the man said. "The gates are closed."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Well, I'll think about it. |
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| Iolaus staggered up and tried to look outraged. "Closed! They can't be closed!" He fisted the guard's uniform and pulled himself up to lay his head on the man's shoulder. "I love you guys, I really do!" He blew his nose noisily on the man's shirt sleeve.
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| Feeling the man shift suddenly, Iolaus knew the blow was coming. He prepared himself for it, but the fist to his stomach still took his breath away.
| | '''Cadet:''' Got the supplies? |
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| "Oh," Iolaus groaned. "You shouldn't have done that." He doubled over and made retching noises. "Here comes lunch." He squeezed the goatskin beneath his shirt, covering the movement with his body. As he hacked and coughed, he spilled the sour soup over the guard's shoes.
| | '''Cadet:''' Yeah. |
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| The man jumped back as his buddies laughed.
| | '''Cadet:''' Ready? Let's go! |
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| Looking past them, Iolaus saw Jason come up behind one of them and drive the guard to the ground with a flashing set of punches. Hercules grabbed his two guards and slammed their helmeted heads together with a resounding ''clonk!'' Before either man could recover, Hercules grabbed their hands and flipped them onto their backs, slamming them with enough force to knock them out.
| | '''Hercules:''' Thanks for coming. |
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| Iolaus crowed with delight as he shed his disguise and joined the others as they ran through the gate.
| | '''Yvenna:''' I wouldn't have missed it for the world. |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' I can't believe we got past horse-man. |
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| Hercules followed Jason, who guided them through the shadows of the inner city. Corinth didn't look quite as grand as he'd thought it would. The few citizens out in the streets seemed to creep around like mice in a tiger's den. The soldiers acted imperious, shouting and yelling at people who didn't act fearful enough of them.
| | '''Cheiron:''' That would be me, I presume. No, I won't stop you. Do what you must do. The gods go with you. Hercules! Are you doing this for purely selfless reasons? Or does Hercules, son of Zeus, have a personal agenda? |
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| "Regular thriving metropolis of Corinth," Iolaus whispered sarcastically.
| | '''Hercules:''' What if I do? |
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| Hercules didn't feel the observation came at a proper time, but it was dead on.
| | '''Cheiron:''' Then you'll never succeed. |
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| "My father wouldn't fortify the city like this," Jason declared quietly. His eyes roved the darkness, and they stole across another street, closing on the palace. "It's siege mentality."
| | ~*~ |
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| Hercules surveyed the palace ahead of them. Tall, elegant, and built of whitish stone, it stood behind a wall. Guards blocked the gate.
| | '''Dockworker:''' Get those barrels loaded! |
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| "Not that I mind being a castle crasher," Iolaus said, "but how do we get in?"
| | '''Jason:''' Where is this guy? Are we going to wait around here all night? |
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| Eyeing the wall surrounding the palace, Hercules said, "Teamwork. Let's go." He led the way into the shadows when the guards were busy with their conversation.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Look, My uncle Argus won't let me down. |
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| He stood at the base of the wall, then motioned Jason up onto his shoulders. Iolaus took the rope Hercules offered him and scrambled over both of them with the agility of a monkey. Once he reached the top of the wall, he secured the rope and dropped it down to them.
| | '''Attica:''' Excuse me. Coming through. Gangway! |
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| After all the hours of practice in Cheiron's gym, Jason and Hercules easily went up the rope. On the other side, Jason took over the lead again, guiding them through a garden area. At an ornate sundial near tall flowering plants, the prince dropped down and pressed a combination of stones making up the base. It swung aside, revealing a tunnel. They went inside.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Oh no. |
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| Jason reached up and pulled the sundial back into place. Complete darkness covered them. "Keep a hand on the wall," the prince advised. "Follow it around. The floor's level."
| | '''Attica:''' Gangway. That's pretty funny. Gangway, get it? Gang? Captain Attica at your service. |
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| Minutes later they came to a halt, Hercules waited tensely in the dark. He never liked being in darkness when his mind was active. It conjured up too many things. And it was definitely active now.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Where's Uncle Argus? |
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| Jason opened a hidden door, then raced across a hall to another door. "My father's bedroom," he said, grabbing the handle. He shook it, but the lock held it closed.
| | '''Attica:''' Daddy couldn't make it. Scurvy. I only have a mild case of it. Only kidding! You're all in good hands. Let's go aboard! Whoa! It's okay! Everything's okay! Just doing a routine check to see if there's any leaks. Just go on aboard, don't worry about me! Just help yourself to anything on board the ship and sail it if you like it |
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| "Give me a minute," Iolaus said. He knelt and went to work on the lock with a pick.
| | ~*~ |
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| ''He didn't learn that at the Academy,'' Hercules thought. But he didn't say anything. | | '''Discord:''' They've set sail for Korsenia. |
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| Iolaus looked up at them and smiled. He turned the handle and pushed. The door opened silently.
| | '''Ares:''' See, sis? Patience brings rewards. I told you Hercules would go after the fleece. He's still ''desperate'' to prove himself to Dad. |
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| Candlelight filled the room beyond. Jason led the way in, breaking into a run till he reached the motionless figure on the bed. King Aeson looked terrible, his flesh gray from sickness.
| | '''Discord:''' Nine cadets in all. ''Without'' Cheiron. |
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| Hercules followed, watching the other doors leading into the room. He wasn't sure what kind of reception they were going to get if the guards found them.
| | '''Ares:''' Perfect! Lambs to the slaughter. You know, when I think of all the heroes that I'm dispatching at once, it's... beautiful. But what to wear to the funeral? |
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| "Father!" Jason said, grabbing his father's hand. "Thank the gods, he's still alive. Can you hear me, Father? It's Jason." He pressed the king's hand to his face.
| | '''Discord:''' So now I can bait the trap? |
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| A lump formed in Hercules' throat as he watched Jason. Hercules had always had his mother's love, and had always wondered what it would have been like to take part in Zeus's life. Or have Zeus take part in his life. He lost his train of thought when the door behind them exploded inward.
| | '''Ares:''' You ''want'' your brother, don't you? Well, go get him. |
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| A tall man with dark hair and a thin, sculpted beard strode into the bed chamber. Several guards with spears followed him, spreading out immediately.
| | ~*~ |
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| "Who disturbs the king?" the bearded man roared.
| | '''Hercules:''' You look uneasy. Seasick? |
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| Instinctively, Hercules stepped between Jason and the man. The prince was sealing with his own emotions at seeing his father in a bad shape. Jason might not handle himself well.
| | '''Yvenna:''' I wish that's what it was. |
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| The bearded man looked Hercules over from head to toe.
| | '''Hercules:''' Well, I understand. I mean, we're all scared about what lies ahead. |
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| "Jason, son of the king," the prince answered, his voice full of command.
| | '''Yvenna:''' No, it's... it's more like what's been left behind. Hercules, there's... something you should know about me. I'm not what you think. |
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| The bearded man smiled and started past Hercules. "My dear nephew! I'm your uncle - Pelias."
| | '''Hercules:''' What do you mean? |
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| Hercules didn't like stepping aside because he was still suspicious of the man. But he did. | | '''Attica:''' Hey, you two idlers! Yvenna, trim that jib! Hercules, swab the deck. We'll have no lay-abouts on my watch! |
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| Pelias embraced Jason, who didn't return the gesture.
| | ~*~ |
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| "What have you done to my father?" Jason demanded.
| | '''Iolaus:''' So I tell him, 'Hercules, don't touch the urn! Just don't touch it!' But does he listen? No. Instead, he drops it, and out comes this massive twister, sucks him right up! I'm thinking, 'Act fast, Iolaus! Act fast!' |
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| Pelias drew back and spoke soothingly. "Only summoned Corinth's finest physicians. Sadly, to no avail. We all die, Jason."
| | '''Enyo:''' Yeah, and then what happened? |
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| "What ails him?"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Jason? Why the child-size portions? |
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| "None of them could say," Pelias said. "It would take the Golden Fleece itself to save him."
| | '''Jason:''' We're rationing the food. Just to be on the safe side. Thamus, you're at the wheel. Go relieve Liardus. |
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| Hercules' heard beat a little faster at the mention of the fleece. The fleece was a part of Zeus's history. | | '''Enyo:''' So then what happened? How did you rescue Hercules from the twister? |
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| "The finest physicians?" Jason didn't sound as though he believed the man's words.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoa. Oh, no, really... it's... So, Yvenna. The Academy. Why? |
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| "I know how heartsick you must be, but imagine ''my'' loss - not being near my beloved brother for all this time, only to have him snatched away so cruelly."
| | '''Yvenna:''' It's not important. |
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| "And where exactly were you?" Hercules demanded.
| | '''Hercules:''' No, we'd like to hear. |
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| Pelias shifted his attention to Hercules. The man's dark eyes glittered. "I was a prisoner of war for eight years. I finally escaped, only to be lost at sea these last twelve years."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. Come on. |
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| "It's a big sea," Iolaus observed, his tone stopping somewhere short of insult.
| | '''Jason:''' Tell us. |
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| "Why are soldiers in the city?" Jason asked.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Well... not long ago, my village was attacked by marauders. We fought hard... but many were killed and the rest remain slaves. I watched my own mother die, and I vowed to avenge her death... and free my people. |
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| "It's a time of chaos," Pelias answered. "With great sadness, I restored order and assumed the throne."
| | '''Hercules:''' I'm sorry. |
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| "Yeah," Iolaus said smugly. "Well, you can cheer up. Jason's here to claim his birthright."
| | '''Jason:''' Well, if you have your own mission, why are you with us? |
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| "In the name of my father," Jason declared.
| | '''Yvenna:''' It's personal. Once we obtain the fleece, then I'll know I'm ready. |
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| Hercules figured the announcement would take away some of the tension of the moment, but it didn't. Instead, the soldiers moved in with their spears at the ready.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Oh man, I would love to have seen how many raiders you took out. I'll bet they didn't see that coming, ''especially'' from a... from a... from a short person. |
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| == Chapter Eight ==
| | '''Iolaus:''' What? What? |
| Hercules stared at the advancing soldiers in disbelief, falling back to better protect Jason and Iolaus.
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| "If only ''he'' agreed," Pelias said, indicating the comatose form of the king. Pelias whipped out a royal scroll and started reading. "'I, King Aeson, being of sound mind but failing body, name as successor to the throne my brother, Pelias.'"
| | '''Jason:''' Real smooth. |
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| Jason stepped forward and snatched the scroll. He stared at it, searching for an answer in the words. "You forced him to write that!" He lunged for Pelias, but the guards protected Pelias with their spears.
| | '''Iolaus:''' What? What? What did I do? Jase, why are you looking at me? |
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| Hercules crabbed Jason by the shoulders and pulled him back. Hercules stepped in front of his friend.
| | ~*~ |
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| "Are you calling me a traitor?" Pelias demanded hotly. "You risk assaulting the acting king? These are death offenses!"
| | '''Hercules:''' Hey, um... |
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| "You wouldn't dare!" Hercules stood face-to-face with Pelias. For a moment, Hercules thought the acting king was actually going to strike him. Then the moment passed.
| | '''Yvenna:''' What do you want? |
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| "No," Pelias said, "I wouldn't. But I'd like to - very much." He flicked his gaze to Jason. "I'll banish him instead. Guards, escort my nephew and his friends out of the city."
| | '''Hercules:''' I just... wanted to apologize for Iolaus. I mean, he says stupid things sometimes. He can't help it. |
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| | '''Yvenna:''' It's... it's just nerves. I'll go relieve Alcestor on the watch. |
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| The soldiers didn't hesitate to throw Hercules, Jason, and Iolaus out at the front gate. Once the guards had released him, Jason started back to the gate. "I'm not leaving my father in the hands of Pelias," he told Hercules. "He'll have to kill me!"
| | '''Hercules:''' Wait. Something's bothering you. Do you wanna talk about it? |
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| Hercules grabbed his friend's shoulder, hating how helpless he felt. He could only imagine what Jason was feeling. But he'd also gotten the distinct impression that Pelias would have no problem at all having Jason killed.
| | '''Yvenna:''' It's nothing. Just never mind. |
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| Jason fought against Hercules' grip on his shoulder for a moment. But he wasn't able to break that hold.
| | '''Hercules:''' You know, it's okay to need people. Once in a while. |
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| Locking eyes with his friend, Hercules said, "Jason, what's the most important thing to you at this moment?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' I wasn't truthful back there. When my village was attacked... I ran and hid in the woods. From there I watched the death of my whole family. I didn't do anything. I was too afraid. |
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| Jason was breathing hard, his face flushed. He was as close to being out of control as Hercules had ever seen. "Saving my father's life."
| | '''Hercules:''' It's the past. It's gone. Let it go. If you had stayed you would have been killed too. I'm glad you didn't. |
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| Hercules nodded. "Then let's save it. Let's get the Golden Fleece."
| | '''Yvenna:''' If I can help get the fleece, then I'll know I’m ready to go back and free my people. I pray that the gods will forgive me. |
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| Jason looked at him, calming down. "Yes."
| | '''Hercules:''' This time I know it'll be different. |
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| Iolaus interrupted them. "What's the Golden Fleece?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' I hope you're right. |
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| They took the main road out of Corinth. By the time they cleared the first hills on their way back to the chariot they'd hidden, they were deep into planning the quest.
| | '''Cadet:''' What's that sound? |
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| Hercules could barely restrain his own excitement. "We'll need help from some of the other cadets. I'm sure they'll do it if you ask."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Jason! |
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| Jason was more doubtful. "Impossible."
| | '''Cadet:''' Where's it coming from? |
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| "We go back to the Academy," Hercules said, "recruit some other cadets, and set sail for Korsenia." He didn't know how many would agree to go with them, or even where they'd get a ship, but it was possible. It had to be.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Jason! |
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| "Korsenia?" Iolaus repeated.
| | '''Cadet:''' It's coming from over there! |
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| "Do you know how many men have died trying to obtain it?" Jason demanded.
| | '''Jason:''' Do you guys hear that? Thamus, what is that? |
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| Iolaus tried to break into their conversation. "What's the Golden Fleece?"
| | '''Thamus:''' Sounds like a woman, man. |
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| Hercules and Jason continued to ignore him.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Woman?! |
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| | '''Hercules:''' It's coming from the island. |
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| Later, after they'd recovered their hidden chariot, the subject of how many men had died trying to get the Golden Fleece came up again. It had become a major sticking point in their plans.
| | '''Jason:''' That's Ithra. But it's supposed to be uninhabited. |
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| "Probably hundreds," Hercules admitted as he held the vehicle effortlessly across the sandy shore. With the chariot, they would cut their time getting back to the Academy.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoa! Drop anchor! Female in distress! |
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| "It can't be done," Jason insisted. "It's a dream."
| | '''Hercules:''' We can't stop now. I'm on a mission. |
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| ''For a can-do guy,'' Hercules thought irritably, ''Jason can really be a stick in the mud.'' "Then let's make it come true. I'd save ''my'' father if I had the chance." | | '''Jason:''' We're ''all'' on a mission. |
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| "You're out of your mind."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Okay, you keep talking. Let's take the dinghy! |
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| Totally frustrated because he hadn't been able to take part in the conversation, Iolaus turned from the chariot's side. "Guys, what's the Golden Fleece?"
| | '''Hercules:''' Jason, I say we press on. |
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| | '''Yvenna:''' Hercules, if that woman really needs help... |
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| Even back at the Academy barracks, the argument raged on between Hercules and Jason. But they finally relented and answered Iolaus' questions.
| | '''Jason:''' We're going ashore. |
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| "The Golden Fleece is the skin of a ram," Hercules said, "made of pure gold-"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoo-hoo! |
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| "Pure gold?" Iolaus asked. "Stop right there. I'm in.
| | '''Jason:''' We're going ashore! Thamus and Attica, you stay aboard. |
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| "-sacrificed to my father by a king named Phrixis." Hercules continued on, lost in the memory of the stories. "The gold means nothing. The fleece's real power is to heal any illness."
| | ~*~ |
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| Jason whirled Hercules around. "'Sacrificed to my father'?" he repeated. "Are you saying that your father is Zeus?"
| | '''Iolaus:''' She's mine! |
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| Hercules couldn't believe he'd revealed so much. He'd tried so hard to keep his own secret, but the excitement had burned within him. ''I can't lie to them. Not after everything we've been through and everything we've got facing us.'' He nodded.
| | '''Jason:''' Were you shipwrecked? |
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| Jason rolled his eyes. "I ''was'' right. You're out of your mind."
| | '''Liardus:''' Are you hurt? |
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| "I swear it," Hercules said softly. "On my mother's life."
| | '''Thamus:''' Are you stranded? |
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| "Well, now I see why Alcmene kept that news under her hat," Iolaus said. He felt Hercules' arm. "And all these years, I thought it was just heavy weightlifting that made you so strong."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Are you available? |
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| Jason grew quiet, looking at Hercules. His gaze told Hercules he was starting to believe him. "Son of a god or no, it's far too dangerous. We could all be killed."
| | ~*~ |
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| That statement seemed to shake even Iolaus out of his gold lust. "Oh." He glanced at Hercules and shook his head. "Hercules, if Jason says it can't be done, it can't be done. Next idea."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Food! No more mini meals! |
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| Hercules ignored Iolaus, knowing Jason was the one he had to convince. "Sure, Iolaus is scared-"
| | '''Enyo:''' Mmm. It's like no other wine! |
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| Iolaus got in his face. "Don't call ''me'' a coward. Son of Zeus or not - I'll go anywhere you go!"
| | '''Liardus:''' Yeah! |
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| "-but you and I," Hercules continued, looking past Iolaus, "we can pull this off, stop Pelias, and save your father."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Thank you! Thank you very much! |
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| Jason reflected on Hercules' words. "And Corinth." | | '''Jason:''' I think the gods planned this. |
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| ''Wow,'' Hercules thought, watching Jason, ''what must it feel like to be responsible for a whole country?'' | | '''Hercules:''' That's what I'm afraid of. |
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| Surprisingly, Iolaus lent support to Hercules' cause. "Look, the gods have to be watching over us with Hercules aboard."
| | ~*~ |
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| "All right," Jason said, "we'll do it! I'll speak to some of the others." Once he had a plan of action, all his old confidence seemed to come back. He turned and marched from the room.
| | '''Hercules:''' Maybe I was wrong. |
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| Iolaus shook his head and glanced at Hercules. "Son of a god, son of a king. I'm definitely moving up on the social ladder. By the way, have you spoken to ''him'' about this?" He jerked a thumb up to the ceiling.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Looks like the guys ''are'' having fun... |
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| "Not recently," Hercules said, not wanting to admit he'd ''never'' talked to his father. "But he'll want to see me after I steal the fleece." ''He has to. This is a real hero's quest.''
| | '''Hercules:''' When in Ithra... |
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| "Don't you mean ''we''?" Iolaus asked.
| | '''Liardus:''' It's mine! |
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| "Yeah," Hercules said. "That's what I said - ''we''."
| | '''Jason:''' Who are you yelling at?! I'm the leader! |
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| | '''Liardus:''' No, it's mine! |
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| Hercules worked at his calisthenics with the small group Jason had organized. They'd claimed part of the exercise floor as their own, trying to keep Cheiron from catching on. | | '''Hercules:''' Do you feel kinda weird? Jason! |
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| Jason, Iolaus, Enyo, Thamus, and Liardus worked in perfect cadence, already well on their way to becoming a unit under the prince's hand.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Get off me! |
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| "The six of us," Hercules said, "plus Mikos and Alcestor." He glanced over the counter to where Cheiron was keeping a closer eye on them than usual.
| | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus! Defend yourself! |
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| "Fine," Jason said. "Provisions?"
| | ~*~ |
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| "I'm on kitchen duty," Liardus said.
| | '''Iolaus:''' What happened? Last thing I remember is... you trying to run me through with your sword. |
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| "Weapons?" Jason asked.
| | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, well, I was hoping you'd knock me out. |
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| Hercules held up his fists. Since he'd admitted to being the son of Zeus and undertaking the quest for the Golden Fleece, he'd felt more confident than he ever head. "I've got mine right here."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Oh, great. So if I'd missed, I would have been a shish kebab. Come on, rise and shine. |
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| Iolaus rolled his eyes. "I can get swords."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Hercules? My wrist... What happened last night? |
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| "Transportation?" Jason asked, moving on.
| | '''Hercules:''' You don't remember? |
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| No one had an answer.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Just the first part. You and... me... oh. |
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| Hercules started to get edgy. ''Surely someone knows somebody who has something.''
| | '''Jason:''' Where's that strange girl? |
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| "My uncle owns the ''Argo''," a feminine voice said.
| | '''Hercules:''' Probably out looking for more victims. |
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| Surprised, Hercules turned and saw Yvenna standing there. She gazed at them coolly.
| | '''Jason:''' We'd better get out of here. Where are the others? |
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| Before anyone could say anything, Cheiron stamped closer, gazing at them. "Pair off for wrestling."
| | '''Liardus:''' O-out there. |
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| The boys split up immediately.
| | '''Hercules: Alcestor! No! |
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| Hercules grabbed Yvenna and pulled her onto one of the mats as his partner. They started to circle each other, arms thrown out to the sides. Watching her move so naturally and easily, Hercules wondered how he'd forgotten how good she looked while he'd been planning the theft of the Golden Fleece. "You can get a ship?" he asked.
| | '''Iolaus:''' They're dead. |
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| Yvenna nodded. "But you didn't even ask me on this mission." She stepped forward and locked up with him, pitting her strength against his.
| | '''Hercules:''' This was what she wanted for all of us. To kill each other. |
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| "I was going to," Hercules said. "Really." Actually, the thought had crossed his mind, but only fleetingly. Yvenna had been so stand-offish that he figured she wouldn't want to go.
| | '''Jason:''' We'll bury them with the honor they deserve. |
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| "Sure," Yvenna said sarcastically. Without warning, she flipped him, landing on top. She pressed down against his wrists, straddling his chest, holding him down.
| | '''Iolaus:''' I ''knew'' this trip was doomed. Now we're all in jeopardy. This is all your fault, Hercules! |
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| "No," Hercules said. "I swear. You're one of the best warriors I've ever seen."
| | '''Hercules:''' Mine? You're the one who wanted to rescue her! |
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| "In the gym?" Yvenna asked. "Yeah. You'll say anything now to get what you want."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Well, you're the one who wanted the fleece! |
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| Hercules looked up at her, staring deep into her eyes. All that newfound confidence had suddenly opened up a whole bunch of new possibilities. He hadn't had much to do with girls back in his village. He'd always stood apart from most kids his age. But with Yvenna, he felt they were equals. | | '''Hercules:''' Yeah, for Jason's father! |
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| "Come with us," he said. "We need you." Then he surprised himself by adding: "''I'' need you."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Or for ''yours!'' |
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| Slowly, as if knowing there was more going on than his words revealed, Yvenna released him. "I'll think about it." She got to her feet and walked away.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Iolaus, are you forgetting that because of Hercules, we're all alive? |
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| Hypnotized, Hercules watched her go.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Not all of us. |
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| | '''Jason:''' Hey, that's enough. Now you guys stop arguing right now. |
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| Several nights later, only a few minutes after lights-out in the Academy barracks, Hercules crouched down and kept watch in the corridor where Jason had arranged for all of them to meet. Too keyed up to sleep, Hercules was the first one there.
| | '''Iolaus:''' The gods are angry because of him. It's like when I was almost killed in that twister - I've seen it before! I say we turn back. |
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| If everything went according to plan and they gathered the supplies they needed, they'd be leaving in a matter of minutes.
| | '''Jason:''' We go on. For my father's sake. And for theirs. |
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| Jason arrived next, followed in quick succession by Iolaus, Mikos, Alcestor, Thamus, Enyo, and Liardus.
| | ~*~ |
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| Hercules peered anxiously for Yvenna. ''Where is she? And what are we going to do if she can't get the ship?''
| | '''Discord:''' I was ''this'' close to killing him. |
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| A moment later he heard light footsteps coming down the corridor. Hercules' heart beat faster. Then Yvenna stepped around the corner, grinning as conspiratorially as the others.
| | '''Ares:''' But you showed admirable restraint. You never were one for flowers. |
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| "I', glad you came," Hercules told her.
| | '''Discord:''' I hate losing! I ''hate'' it! |
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| She shrugged.
| | '''Ares:''' Don't you see, sister? You can never really enjoy winning if you haven't lost. I revel in the anticipation of final victory. |
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| Iolaus laughed. "I can't believe we slipped past the old geezer."
| | '''Discord:''' Oh? Hercules bests you - for the ''second'' time - and it doesn't ''bother'' you at all? |
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| Light from a torch suddenly invaded the corridor, followed by a bulky figure. The sound of horse's hooves rang on the stone floor.
| | '''Ares:''' He's won a battle, a skirmish. It's like a board game. Hercules has defeated one of my lesser pieces, and my queen, whom I dearly love. I have other pieces, other moves. |
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| "That would be me, I presume," Cheiron said.
| | '''Massage Girls:''' Ready for your massage, Lord Pelias? |
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| Hercules froze, not believing they'd gotten caught. He had no doubts about what the battle master was going to do. It was game over, and they hadn't even gotten started.
| | '''Ares:''' She needs it more than I do. |
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| == Chapter Nine ==
| | '''Discord:''' You're so generous. |
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| Cheiron walked forward, holding the torch aloft so the light fell over the whole group. The battle master's lined face was hard as stone.
| | '''Ares:''' You're so high maintenance. |
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| Jason stood up to meet him, and Hercules could tell from the prince's stance that he was about to make a case for them.
| | ~*~ |
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| Cheiron didn't give him a chance. "No, I won't stop you. Do what you must do. And if you remember nothing else, remember this." He raked them all with his gaze. "The pack gets its strength from the lead wolf, but the lead wolf draws his strength from the pack."
| | '''Yvenna:''' I couldn't sleep. |
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| Hercules memorized the saying. Cheiron had a disturbing habit of expecting cadets to repeat them in the middle of exercises. | | '''Hercules:''' Join the party. |
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| "Go," Cheiron commanded. "The gods be with you."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Look, stop blaming yourself for what happened back on Ithra. |
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| Jason nodded and waved the rest of them into motion.
| | '''Hercules:''' Why is it that you always think you know what I think about? |
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| As Hercules started to pass, Cheiron dropped a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
| | '''Yvenna:''' You know, somebody told me before that once in a while it's okay to need someone. |
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| ''What did I do wrong?'' Hercules asked. ''Is he going to let everyone go but me? He can't do that!'' | | '''Hercules:''' Cheiron warned me that doing this for a selfish reason meant failure. Because of me the whole voyage is doomed. |
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| Cheiron locked eyes with Hercules. "You're the lead wolf," the centaur said. "But are you doing this for purely selfless reasons? Or does Hercules, son of Zeus, have a personal agenda?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' I want to avenge my family's death. That's selfish. |
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| Hercules squirmed under the penetration gaze. ''Cheiron knows exactly why I'm doing it.'' "What if I do?" Hercules responded. | | '''Hercules:''' No. No, you want to help people. That's noble, but it's not for me. |
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| "Then you'll never succeed," Cheiron answered flatly.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Right. The guy who saved all of us back there in the cave. |
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| Dismissed, Hercules dropped his gaze and hurried after the others. ''I can do what I'm doing for the reasons I'm doing it. It's my life I'm risking. And it's going to benefit Jason and King Aeson as well as me.''
| | '''Hercules:''' Only from the danger I put you in. |
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| But he got the definite feeling that none of those arguments would mean anything to Cheiron.
| | '''Jason:''' Korsenia's off the starboard bow, we should be there by sunrise. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Better expect the worst. |
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| "He's late," Jason declared impatiently. "How long are we going to wait?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' Why? |
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| Hercules sat on one of the dock pilings, gazing around the docks stabbing out into the ocean. The rest of the village beyond the dockyard was dark, scattered up the steep hillside beyond. Only a few torches and lanterns lit up the night. The smell of brine was strong, and Hercules was beginning to believe his nose would never be the same again.
| | '''Jason:''' Legend has it that the fleece hangs in a pagoda on the island. |
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| The ''Argo'' was moored at the end of the dock, rising and settling on the gentle swell of the waves. A giant eyeball painted on the side of the bow caught the light. She was a two-masted ship with a bowsprit and a shallow draw, perfect for intercostal ports.
| | '''Hercules:''' And doom awaits all those foolish enough to try and take it. |
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| Even at night the docks bustled with business as laborers unloaded ships and hauled other cargoes on. Hercules watched the frenzied activity and shook his head. For a secret mission, this sure seemed public.
| | '''Iolaus:''' There was this... this huge wave! It came out of nowhere! It swept Enyo overboard... I would have gone with him, but my foot was caught in the rigging! |
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| "My uncle Argus won't let me down," Yvenna insisted.
| | '''Hercules:''' Okay, get on the wheel, we can turn the boat around. |
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| As if in answer to her statement, a man's voice cut through the murmuring conversations. "Excuse me. Coming through. Gangway!"
| | '''Iolaus:''' He's gone. |
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| The laborers and sailors stepped aside, allowing through a rumpled young man who looked as though he'd just gotten out of bed and dressed in the dark. His clothes were wrinkled and mismatched, and the tricorner hat on his head sat at a jaunty angle. Over his shoulder he carried a duffel bag.
| | '''Hercules:''' Look, come on, we can get.. |
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| "Oh no," Yvenna whispered.
| | '''Iolaus:''' He's ''gone!'' |
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| The young sailor stopped at the ramp leading up to the ''Argo''. "Gangway." He laughed at his own joke. "That's pretty funny. Gangway, get it?" He pointed to the ramp. "Hi, Yvenna." Then he turned his attention to the others. "Captain Attica at your service."
| | '''Hercules:''' What are you talking about? |
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| Hercules gave him a half-hearted salute.
| | '''Iolaus:''' ''He. Is. Gone!'' |
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| "Where's Uncle Argus?" Yvenna asked.
| | '''Jason:''' We're not even on the island yet. |
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| "Dad couldn't make it," Attica said. "Scurvy. I only have a mild case of it."
| | '''Iolaus:''' That's the third time you almost got me killed! |
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| Immediately, Hercules and the others pulled back.
| | '''Yvenna:''' Well, you're still alive, so pull yourself together. Look, we all knew this was dangerous coming in. |
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| Attica roared with laughter. "Only kidding! You're all in good hands. Let's go aboard!" He swung around, pulling the duffel bag up over his shoulder. It kept going and slapped him on the back, knocking him from the gangway. He dropped like a rock into the water but surfaced immediately. "Everything's okay! Go on aboard! Don't wait on me!"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Oh, I don't mind facing danger. But let it be mine. I don't want to face ''your'' demons! |
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| Hercules gazed down at the flailing man in the water, then back at Yvenna. Things were ''not'' progressing smoothly.
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| | '''Hercules:''' Father. I am afraid. Not for me, but for the people that I dragged along with me. Don't let them die. I'm your son, Zeus. You loved my mother once, have you none for me? Fine. Disown me. Destroy me if you will - but give me a sign that you know who I am. Answer me! |
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| Ares walked into the bedroom, smelling the scents of oils and soaps thick in the air. He was happy. Everything was progressing exactly on schedule, except maybe a few more mortals than he would have liked were still breathing.
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| Discord sat in a tub, luxuriating in the steamy water. Bottles of different sizes and colors lined the wall on the other side of the tub.
| | '''Hercules:''' Woah. The golden fleece. So it is true. |
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| "They've set sail for Korsenia," she said.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Ah, come on. I can take that with my eyes closed. |
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| "See, sis?" Ares smiled at her. "Patience brings rewards. I told you Hercules would go after the fleece. He's still ''desperate'' to prove himself to Dad."
| | '''Jason:''' Go get it. |
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| "There are nine cadets in all," Discord said. "Without Cheiron."
| | '''Hercules:''' Yeah. Yeah, we-we'll cover you. |
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| Ares grinned. Discord's scrying powers were truly magnificent. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Lambs to the slaughter. When I think of all the heroes that I'm dispatching at once - it's beautiful. But what to wear to the funeral?"
| | '''Iolaus:''' See? What did I tell you? Piece of baklava. |
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| Discord looked at him. "So now I can bait the trap?"
| | '''Jason:''' What is that? An earthquake? |
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| Spotting the small model of the ''Argo'' beside the tub, Ares picked it up, inspecting it closely. "You really want to see half brother dead, don't you?"
| | '''Talos:''' Give me my fleece! |
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| "Yes."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Run! Let's get out of here! |
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| Ares placed the model boat in the tub in front of her. It bobbed on the water. "Very well. Go get him."
| | '''Jason:''' I-I don't think he's afraid of us, guys. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Are you kidding me? We're like mice to a cat. |
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| The ''Argo'' cleaved through the turquoise water. Her yellow- and white-striped sails belled with the wind, and all the rigging stayed tight. The bowsprit bobbed up and down, making the footing tricky for Hercules as he climbed through the rigging. They'd been under way for a couple days. All the cadets had worked on ships before, so they handled the sails and the tiller with practiced ease.
| | '''Iolaus:''' A really, really big cat. |
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| ''The problem is,'' Hercules thought as he scrambled through the main sail rigging, ''the work never ends.'' Even so, the sun felt good against his back. He finished tying off the new ropes he'd woven into the rigging and glanced over to Iolaus, up in the crow's next. Jason manned the tiller. | | '''Talos:''' Give me the fleece! |
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| Yvenna stood in the bow, looking out to sea. To Hercules, she looked like somebody with a lot on her mind. He'd noticed that lately she hadn't been as talkative as usual, but he couldn't figure out what had brought about the change.
| | '''Hercules:''' Keep moving! |
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| He climbed down the rigging and dropped to the rolling deck, then he walked up behind her. "You look a little uneasy," he said. "Seasickness?"
| | '''Jason:''' What do we do? |
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| Yvenna hesitated for a moment. "I wish it was."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Tell him he's got the wrong pagoda? |
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| "It's understandable," Hercules said. "We're all concerned about what lies ahead."
| | '''Hercules:''' Oh, that's funny. |
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| She shook her head. "No, it's more like what's behind." She looked up at him, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "Hercules, there's something you should know about me. I'm not what you think."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Hey! Over here! Come and get us! Hey! |
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| Hercules lowered his voice, meaning to come across as playfully. "What do you mean?" He leaned into her, close enough to smell the soap in her hair and lose the stink of the brine for a moment.
| | '''Cadet:''' Watch out! |
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| "Hey, you two idlers!" Attica roared. "Yvenna, trim that jib!"
| | '''Yvenna:''' Take this! |
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| Yvenna glanced at Hercules as if she wanted to say something more, but she climbed into the rigging and left it unsaid.
| | '''Jason:''' Nice shot! |
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| He watched her go, trying to figure out what was on her mind.
| | '''Hercules:''' That's the giant's weak spot. Right between the eyes. |
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| "Hercules," Attica yelled, "swab the deck."
| | '''Jason:''' Right. |
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| ''Swab the deck?'' Hercules turned and looked at the ship's captain. | | '''Iolaus:''' How do we get up there? |
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| "We'll have no lay-abouts on my watch." Attica was sitting in a deck chair under an umbrella. A tankard of ale rested nearby. He held a book on his knees. The pages fluttered. "Wee that? You made me lose my place!"
| | '''Hercules:''' You don't. You bring it down. |
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| Hercules ignored the man and glanced up at Yvenna working on the jib sail. He wished he could help her.
| | '''Jason:''' Is he dead? |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. |
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| Jason stood at the porthole in the galley and watched the restless shrugs of the wine-dark sea. His thoughts were of his father and Corinth, and the unrest that Pelias had brought to the city. Jason hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since he learned of his father's illness. | | '''Jason:''' Uh oh. He's still kicking! |
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| What would he do without his father? It was too much even to contemplate.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. |
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| Wanting to free himself of his dark thoughts, Jason glanced at the cadets sitting at the long, narrow table in the galley. Yvenna sat across from Thamus. Iolaus and Enyo were just entering with their meals.
| | '''Talos:''' That ''hurt!'' |
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| "So I told him," Iolaus said, "'Hercules, don't touch the urn!'" He took a seat at the table. "But does he listen? He drops it, and out flies this tremendous twister, which sucks him right up into the sky! I'm thinking, Act fast, Iolaus."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Hey! Is this what you want? Why don't you come and get it, you major case of bad breath? |
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| The young thief had the attention of everyone at the table.
| | '''Talos:''' Give me the fleece! |
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| "Then what happened?" Enyo asked, hanging on every word.
| | '''Hercules:''' Yvenna, no! The barrel, the barrel, get the barrel! |
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| Iolaus looked down at his plate, then over at Jason. "Hey, Jason, why the child-size portions?"
| | '''Talos:''' If you don't give me the fleece, I'll crush you! |
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| "Just to be on the safe side," Jason answered, "We're rationing the food."
| | '''Hercules:''' Get on! |
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| The galley doors banged open, and Attica backed into the room. Plates filled his hands, and bananas stuck out of his pockets. Around his neck hung a string of dried sausages, and he balanced a tankard of ale at his fingertips.
| | '''Talos:''' Give it to me! |
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| "Can someone get that galley door?" Attica asked. "My hands are full."
| | '''Yvenna:''' You kiss your mother with that mouth? |
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| "I'll say," Iolaus agreed. "That's about six months' worth of grub."
| | '''Hercules:''' Nooo! Get on there! Get on there! |
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| Attica drew himself up to his full height. "The captain has unlimited access to the larder. Union rules! I'll be in my cabin, Call me at eight bells."
| | '''Jason and Iolaus:''' Whoa! |
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| Hercules stepped inside and held the door open until Attica passed through. He looked around the room. "Thamus, your turn at the wheel. Relieve Liardus." | | '''Hercules:''' Yvenna. |
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| Thamus got up and left as Hercules seated himself at the table.
| | '''Jason:''' Go get the fleece. Go get the fleece! |
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| Jason watched them, feeling proud. He couldn't have picked a finer bunch of friends to share this adventure with. However, a nagging voice in the pack of his mind reminded him that the voyage had barely begun. There was no way of knowing all the dangers they would face. He moved from the porthole and joined the group at the table.
| | '''Hercules:''' GO! |
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| "So what happened next?" Enyo asked Iolaus. "How did you save Hercules from the twister?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' I didn't run. |
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| Not believing what he was hearing, Hercules looked up at Iolaus, across the table from him.
| | '''Hercules:''' No. You're a hero. |
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| Iolaus at least had the good taste to appear somewhat embarrassed. "Whoa." He waved the question off. "Enough about me. It's boring." He turned to Yvenna. "So, Yvenna, what brought you to the Academy?"
| | '''Yvenna:''' Promise me. |
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| She shook her head. "It's not important."
| | '''Hercules:''' What? Iolaus! |
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| Hercules saw the pain in her eyes again and he wished he could help her. ''Maybe talking will help.'' "No, really," he said, "We'd like to hear it."
| | '''Yvenna:''' Promise... me. |
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| The others around the table agreed with him.
| | '''Jason:''' It's too late. It's too late, Hercules. |
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| "Not long ago," Yvenna said in a reluctant and heavy voice, "marauders attacked my village. We fought hard. Many were killed. Most of the rest are now slaves. I watched my own mother die." Her voice broke. "I vowed to avenge her death and free my people." She looked at Hercules.
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| Stunned, Hercules looked back at her, searching for words. "I'm... sorry."
| | '''Jason:''' May they receive you warmly in the Elysian Fields. You died a warrior, Yvenna. |
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| "Why do you come with us when you have your own mission?" Jason asked.
| | '''Iolaus:''' I'm sorry. And, also, for what I said before. About doing this for your father. |
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| "It's personal," Yvenna answered. "Once we obtain the fleece, I'll know I'm ready."
| | '''Hercules:''' I don't care about him, Iolaus. Or any of the damn gods. I don't care about any of it. |
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| ''We've all got our own agendas,'' Hercules realized. ''I wasn't the only one Cheiron should have talked to.''
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| Iolaus picked through his food, but he grinned at her. "I'd love to have seen how many of the raiders you took out. I'll bet they didn't see ''that'' coming. I mean, from a" -he hesitated- "from a short person."
| | '''Discord:''' They're coming back. |
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| ''Of all the bone-headed things you've managed to say, Iolaus,'' Hercules thought, feeling embarrassed for Yvenna, ''that was just one of the really big ones.'' Quiet descended over the table. | | '''Ares:''' Hmmm. A draw. |
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| Yvenna reddened and left the table abruptly, obviously totally uncomfortable. She crashed through the galley door and went up on deck.
| | '''Discord:''' Did you hear me? The charade's over. Hercules returns with the fleece and I swear, this time? I'll kill him. |
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| "Way to go, Iolaus," Hercules said.
| | '''Ares:''' Stay out of this, Discord. Go back to Mount Olympus. |
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| "What?" Iolaus demanded. "What did I say?"
| | '''Discord:''' No! I don't want to! |
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| As the others started giving Iolaus grief about his lack of social graces, Hercules got up from the table and went after Yvenna.
| | '''Ares:''' I said, ''go!'' Now it's brother against brother. Endgame. |
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| == Chapter Ten ==
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| Yvenna didn't stop. She raced across the deck and climbed the stairs to the prow castle. She stood at the railing, stopping only because there was nowhere else to go. The full moon hung in the sky, providing plenty of light.
| | '''Jason:''' Leave him alone! |
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| Hercules followed her, walking up to join her. He felt nervous, wanting to do something but not knowing what he could do or what she would allow him to do.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Jason! |
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| Yvenna whirled around on him angrily, tears glittering in her eyes. "What do you want?" she demanded.
| | '''Jason:''' This will cure my father. |
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| Hercules spread his hands and spoke softly. "Nothing." He shrugged. "Only to apologize if Iolaus said something stupid. Sometimes he can't help it."
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Oh, that wass my fevent prayer. |
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| Yvenna hesitated for a moment. "It's just... nerves. I'll go relieve Alcestor on the watch." She started to walk away.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Get off the bed. |
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| "Wait," Hercules said. "Something's bothering you. Why don't you tell me about it?"
| | '''Jason:''' Talk to me, Father. Father, it's Jason. Father? Father, can you hear me? Father, talk to me! |
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| She started to speak, then appeared uncertain. "Never mind." Her voice broke slightly. "It's not important."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Maybe it was just a myth? |
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| "Yvenna," Hercules said softly, "once in a while, it's okay to need somebody."
| | '''Jason:''' Father, live! Please, Father! Live! |
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| She appeared to consider that. Her hands made hard fists on the prow railing. She took a deep breath, then spoke in a voice constricted with repressed emotion. "I wasn't truthful back there. When my village was attacked... I ran and hid in the woods. From there I watched the death of my whole family. I didn't do anything. I was too afraid."
| | '''Aeson:''' Jason. My son. |
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| Hercules reached for her, holding her close in his arms. It felt natural to try to comfort her. "That's the past," he soothed. "Let it go. If you had stayed, you might have died, too. I'm glad you didn't stay."
| | '''Jason:''' It's a miracle! From the gods! |
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| She was quiet for a time, hanging on to him hopefully. "Well, if I can help get the fleece, then I'll know I’m ready to go back and wreak vengeance. And pray that the gods forgive me for being a coward." She let out a long, shuddering breath.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' Well, the gods give, the gods take away. |
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| Hercules felt the tension go out of her body. "Whatever went before," he said, "I know you're not a coward."
| | '''Jason:''' Nooo! |
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| "I hope you're right," she told him. After a moment more, she pushed against his chest, forcing his grip open. She left without another word.
| | '''Ares-as-Pelias:''' That's for killing Talos, my giant. |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Who are you? |
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| Early dawn painted the morning sky tangerine and threw down orange sparks that lay across the turquoise sea. Hercules watched the clouds overhead and wondered if the weather would hold. The wind had picked up overnight. Even now, the sails belled with the breeze.
| | '''Ares:''' I'm your long-lost half brother. Soon to be mourning your death. |
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| He'd drawn the early rudder work and held the great wheel easily on the course Attica had set. The wind ruffled his hair, giving him a feeling of freedom that disappeared when he thought of the quest they were on.
| | '''Hercules:''' Ares? Why Jason?! This is between you and me! |
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| Yvenna's words had haunted what little restless sleep he'd gotten. ''She's worried whether she's going to prove herself good enough to go back and free her people from tyranny,'' he thought guiltily. ''And me? Me, I spend my time worrying about impressing a father I've never seen.'' His own reasons for coming didn't measure up with hers. He almost felt ashamed. ''But a father's love, isn't that worth a journey to the ends of the earth?''
| | '''Ares:''' Because you came under Father's special protection! |
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| A haunting sound interrupted his reverie. He jerked his head up and peered to port. There, in the swirling early morning mists that would soon burn off, he saw the land he was following. He didn't know the name of the island, but he'd come upon it nearly an hour ago. Attica had given directions to follow any coastlines Hercules saw and to keep them to the left.
| | '''Hercules:''' The special protection of Zeus? |
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| As he listened, Hercules realized that the sound was some kind of song. It was a haunting melody, full of sadness and longing.
| | '''Ares:''' Himself. Get ready to rumble, little brother! |
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| Jason, Iolaus, and the others came running up onto the deck. They streaked to the railing and peered out.
| | '''Hercules:''' Let the others go. |
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| Surprised, Hercules watched them. He hadn't thought the sound was loud enough to penetrate belowdecks. The song continued, growing stronger till it filled every breeze that blew by them.
| | '''Ares:''' Done. And you can go as well. To the Other Side! |
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| "That sounds like a woman," Jason said. "Where's it coming from?"
| | '''Hercules:''' I'm up for the challenge, brother. |
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| "It's coming from that island," Hercules said.
| | '''Ares:''' Challenge? You're not even a diversion. |
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| Iolaus took the spyglass from the main mast. It was a wooden rod fitted with a series of polished glass magnifying lenses staggered one after the other. Iolaus moved it slowly, focusing on the shoreline. | | '''Iolaus:''' I'm going after Herc. |
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| Jason unfolded a map and studied it. Hercules new his friend had been following the course laid out by Attica. Nobody really trusted the ship's captain.
| | '''Ares:''' I hate that guy. Hey. I'm beginning to think you don't like me. |
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| "That's Ithra," Jason said. "But it's supposed to be uninhabited."
| | '''Hercules:''' What gives you that idea? |
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| Even with his naked eye, Hercules could see crumbling ruins up the hill from the shoreline. Stone columns lay crooked and shattered over piled of debris that must have once been a village. Hercules didn't like the interest shown by all the others. They already had a mission.
| | '''Ares:''' Come on! |
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| "Whoa!" Iolaus cried suddenly, still peering through the spyglass. "Female in distress! Drop anchor!"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Come on! Come on, Herc! C'mon, come on big guy! Pick up a pole! Come on, Herc! Come on, Herc! Come on! |
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| The cadets galvanized into action, getting ready to adjust the sails to change course.
| | '''Ares:''' You want some of this? Come on! |
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| "No," Hercules interrupted, "we can't stop now. I'm on a mission."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Nooooo! |
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| They all froze, looking at him. The haunting melody keened around them, seeming to find a home in the sails themselves.
| | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus! Iolaus, I can't see! |
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| Jason stared at Hercules as if he'd done something wrong. "We ''all'' are."
| | '''Ares:''' Don't worry, little brother. I'll be quick. |
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| Hercules didn't understand the prince's reaction. If Jason agreed they were all on a mission, then what was the problem?
| | '''Iolaus:''' Herc! Hang on, buddy! Here I come! |
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| "Put me in a dinghy," Iolaus crowed. "I'll take care of the problem myself."
| | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus? |
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| Liardus and Thamus instantly joined in, volunteering their services as well.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah, buddy. |
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| Hercules locked the wheel into position, then moved forward. "Jason, I say we press on." | | '''Hercules:''' If you're going to be my eyes, I'd rather you face the right way. |
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| Yvenna looked at him doubtfully. "But if that woman really needs help-"
| | '''Iolaus:''' Okay. Right foot forward. Right foot ''forward''. Right foot ''more'' forward!! |
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| Hercules couldn't meet her gaze. More than anything, he wanted to keep going. There was danger enough without making additional stops. | | '''Hercules:''' Never... |
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| Jason folded his map with deliberation and faced Hercules squarely. "We're going ashore."
| | '''Iolaus:''' Right foot back! |
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| Hercules stood there and they left him alone. | | '''Hercules:''' Never... |
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| Jason yelled out orders, getting the sails trimmed and taking the wheel himself. In short order they turned for Ithra.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Whoa! Right foot out! Right foot up! |
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| The sound of the haunting melody grew louder in Hercules' ears as he stood at Jason's side. The land grew steadily closer. Spotting a cove, Jason steered for it.
| | '''Hercules:''' Quit! |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Wow! You're good! |
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| Leaving the ''Argo'' at anchor off the beach where Iolaus had spotted the woman, Jason commanded that the dinghy be lowered. The cadets piled in and eased down to the water using the block-and-tackle rigging that hung over the ship. Attica decided to stay with the ship, not very happy that they'd chosen to go ashore either.
| | '''Ares:''' Now put your foot in your mouth! |
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| Hercules went with the others, but their enthusiasm for the rescue of a beautiful woman didn't rub off on him. | | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus! I can see! Jump! |
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| The cadets oared toward shore, then abandoned the dinghy when they reached the shallows. Hercules pulled the small boat onto the sand himself. Only Yvenna held back when the others, led by Iolaus, approached the woman walking toward them.
| | '''Ares:''' Nooooo! |
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| She was tall and beautiful, Hercules had to admit, with raven locks cascading down her back. The woman wore a brocaded corset, over a short, sheer skirt. She carried a peach in one hand and walked as though she didn't have a care in the world. A seductive smile turned up her lips.
| | '''Iolaus:''' You got him, Hercules! |
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| ''There's no way she's shipwrecked,'' Hercules thought. ''Not looking like that. And if she fell off a ship, it was definitely a pleasure cruiser. | | '''Hercules:''' Iolaus! Jump! |
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| The cadets crowded around her.
| | '''Ares:''' Nooooo! This is only the beginning, Hercules! |
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| "Were you shipwrecked?" Jason asked.
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| "Are you hurt?" Liardus asked.
| | '''Hercules:''' Easy, easy, easy. The fleece, get the fleece! Hang in there buddy. Okay, okay. |
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| "Are you stranded?" Thamus asked.
| | '''Iolaus:''' Hang in there buddy, Hang in there. Did it work? It worked! Power of the fleece! |
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| Iolaus grinned, shrugging through the others with a thief's ease. "Are you available?"
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| Hercules joined them. Yvenna was at his side.
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| The woman didn't answer any of their questions. She didn't speak at all. She just smiled a little wider, then bit into the peach. The juice ran down her chin until she wiped it away delicately.
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| "Boy," Iolaus said enviously, "would I like to shake hands with a peach." He looked at the rest of the group. "Guys, go on. I'll take it from here."
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| Nobody moved.
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| Then the woman crooked her finger at them all, drawing them in closer as she backed away.
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| "She doesn't seem all that upset anymore, does she?" Yvenna said.
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| Hercules didn't answer. He was starting to get a bad feeling about the whole business. Before he could say anything, he had to hurry to keep up with the others. In the distance, he saw a storm starting to gather out at sea.
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| The journey didn't last long, but the woman never spoke once. She led the cadets down the shoreline to a huge cave. Hercules didn't know why the others weren't asking her a lot of questions, or even inviting her to accompany them back to the ''Argo''.
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| Hercules wanted to ask her, but every time he started to, the question seemed to evaporate from his mind. When he saw the interior of the cave she'd led them to, he forgot about it altogether.
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| Torches lit the interior, taking away some of the darkness brought on by the approaching storm and the shadows cast by the stalactites hanging from the ceiling. Tables were heaped with an impossible selection of meats, cheeses and fruits. Another table held a roasted pig on a spit as well as an assortment of roasted birds. Fishing nets took the place of tablecloths.
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| "Food!" Iolaus roared. "No more mini meals!" He led the charge to the tables, scooping up handfuls.
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| Enyo drank from a bubbling fountain, sticking his head in so it trickled into his open mouth. After drinking his fill, he pulled back and wiped his lips, looking totally contented. "Sweet! Like no wine I've ever tasted."
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| Unable to contain the dread that hovered around the parts of his mind that didn't feel blurry, Hercules told Jason, "Something's not right here. Let’s leave."
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| Jason shook his head in disbelief. "No, the men deserve a night to rest. It's as if the gods planned this." He walked over to join the rest of them.
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| "That's what I'm afraid of," Hercules said. But no one paid any attention to him. After looking at the woman a moment, he forgot that he himself had any problems with the cave full of food.
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| Hercules sat in a corner of the big cave with Yvenna and watched the party. He'd drunk and eaten as well, and the uncomfortable uneasiness that coiled in the back of his mind was nearly gone. But the remnants clung with the tenacity of a fishhook.
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| The feast lasted for hours. Darkness swallowed the light outside the cave's mouth, and still the mounds of discarded bones piled up around the stalagmites rising from the cave floor. Empty gourds and crustacean shells lay in scattered abandon.
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| The woman moved among the cadets. She was the perfect hostess, serving and enticing. Then she began to dance, her arms and legs moving flawlessly, drawing every eye in the room.
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| Hercules saw the jagged streaks of lightning as the threatening storm broke free outside. He promptly forgot it in the next moment. Nothing outside the cave mattered.
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| He looked at Yvenna. "Well, doesn't look like we're sailing tonight. So, when in Ithra-" He took the empty wine cup from her hands, then leaned forward and kissed her. He fully expected to get slapped for his efforts and couldn't believe he'd been so bold. He'd never kissed a girl before.
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| Surprisingly, she kissed back. They separated, looking into each other's eyes.
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| Feeling giddy, Hercules leaned back in his chair.
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| At a nearby table, Thamus reached for a roasted bird.
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| Jason slapped his hand away. "Hands off! I'm the leader."
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| The woman laughed, her deep, throaty chuckle filling the cave. She kept dancing, her arms and legs flashing hypnotically.
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| Hercules refilled their wine cups from the bubbling stream and returned to Yvenna. He had to step around Jason and Thamus while they continued to fight over the roast chicken.
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| For a moment Hercules felt he should try to stop them. But the feeling quickly passed. His biggest interest was getting back to Yvenna with the wine. Before he could, Iolaus spun abruptly and punched Jason in the face, knocking the prince backward.
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| In another corner a razor-edged blade flashed as Alcestor moved to attack Mikos, who'd drawn his own weapon. Steel rang against steel as they fought. Hercules shook his head, barely hearing the hysterical voice in the back of his own mind. He knew they shouldn't be fighting, by it was okay, wasn't it? He returned to the small table he shared with Yvenna, carefully placing down their drinks.
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| "Are you feeling a little weird?" he asked both the Yvennas he saw suddenly sitting on the other side of the table.
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| Both Yvennas smiled at him, but they didn't say anything. They stood up together and drew back their fists. The next thing Hercules knew, both those fists crashed into his jaw.
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| == Chapter Eleven ==
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| Hercules flew backward, driven by the force of Yvenna's punch. Pain flared along the whole side of his head. He landed on his back, then rolled to his feet. Suddenly, things in the cave no longer seemed okay. Each cadet was fighting with another. Their swords and knives flashed. Nearby, Jason drew his sword back and aimed it at Thamus' neck, intending to behead him.
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| "No!" Hercules roared, shoving himself toward Jason. He grabbed the prince's arm, stopping the blow by sheer inches. "No!" It felt good to be saying no. ''Someone should have been saying it a long time ago.''
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| Jason's mouth was torn in a ragged grimace, and madness shone in his eyes.
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| Still holding on to Jason's sword arm, Hercules grabbed the prince by the shoulder with his free hand. He shook him. "Jason! Jason!"
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| For a moment Jason seemed to be listening.
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| The Iolaus grabbed the prince by the shoulder, spun him around, and walloped him with a round-house punch, Jason crashed backward across one of the banquet tables.
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| Hercules' senses spun. ''As long as we're in this cave, nothing's going to be okay.'' His head still felt thick and heavy, and thinking was hard. He glanced around the room, wondering where to start.
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| Across the room, the woman had finally stopped dancing. Surprisingly, none of the cadets came close to her. None of the flashing blades came close to her.
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| Hercules stared at her, trying harder to clear his head.
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| The woman's image shimmered like a mirage on a hot day. First she was the dancer, then in the next moment she was younger, harder, and evil-eyed girl with coal-black hair.
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| ''She's not human!'' The realization took Hercules' breath away. The girl caught his gaze, and his head felt woozy again. He turned away from her. His heart hammered in his chest as he saw with what fury his friends were fighting. They could easily kill one another.
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| Engaged in heavy swordplay, Alcestor chased Mikos out of the cave.
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| Dizzy, Hercules raced to Yvenna. The girl warrior drew back her hand and swung again. He ducked beneath the blow, letting it slide harmlessly over his shoulder. Then he ripped her belt from around her waist. She drew her knife and slashed at him, but he batted her hand away.
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| When she pulled back to slash again, Hercules trapped both her hands behind her back and used the belt to tie her to a stalagmite. After securing her, he wheeled back to the others.
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| Iolaus pummeled Jason with a flurry of kicks that drove the prince back and down. Jason was unconscious before he hit the ground.
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| Hercules grabbed a length of rope from the cave floor. Fashioning the rope into a noose, he body-blocked Iolaus onto the floor. Before Iolaus could recover, he looped the noose over his feet.
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| Turning, Hercules flipped the other end of the rope over a jutting rock near the top of the cavern. Iolaus struggled and yelled as Hercules hauled him up and left him hanging upside down. He tied the rope to a stalagmite and stumbled toward one of the tables.
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| He hooked his fingers into the fishing net tablecloth and yanked it clear. Dishes clattered to the floor all around him. He whirled the net over his head and threw it over Liardus, Thamus, and Enyo. They tried to pull it off, but Hercules was on them in a moment despite the dizziness swimming through his head. With three swift blows, he knocked each one of them out. They sprawled on the floor.
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| Hercules remembered that Alcestor and Mikos were fighting outside the cave. He tried to go after them, but his legs wouldn't work right. He stopped and picked up a sword, then leveled it to run through Iolaus' heart. He struggled against the force possessing his mind, but he knew he was going to lose. "Iolaus, defend yourself!"
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| Iolaus flailed, barely managing to grab the staff from the ground as he hung upside down. He slapped the staff against the sword, turning the blade.
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| With his slowed reflexes, Hercules wasn't able to dodge Iolaus' next swing. The staff collided with his temple, and blackness swallowed him whole.
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| Gazing at the unconscious bodies scattered around her in the cave, Discord angrily resumed her own shape. She crossed the room, her eyes locked on Hercules.
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| ''It's incredible. He saved himself as well as them.'' The spells she'd used were very old and came from the blackest of magic. The siren spell alone that had lured the ''Argo'' to Ithra's shores was almost a lost art. She was especially proud of it.
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| Yet Hercules still lived.
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| Discord cursed the luck. The friend Hercules had suspended from the rock continued to flail. She put him to sleep with a gesture, ridding herself of the annoyance. She took the sword from Hercules' hand. Reversing it quickly, she put the tip against his chest over his heart. ''One push and this particular problem will be out of our lives forever. No one will save Corinth.'' Her arms trembled from the desire to put her weight on the sword and end Hercules' life.
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| Only the threat of Zeus's protection kept her from doing it. If she killed Hercules by her own hand, Zeus would know. And Zeus would punish her.
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| Angrily, Discord threw the sword away and disappeared. Hercules would never make it back to Corinth, she felt sure. Ares had placed too many dangers ahead.
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| "Wake up! Wake up! Someone cut me down!"
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| Groggily, Hercules opened his eyes and discovered he was still in the cave. Pain stabbed into his throbbing head. He sat up, running a hand through his hair and finding the large knot on his skull.
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| "Somebody cut me down!"
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| Hercules looked up at Iolaus hanging upside down only a few feet away.
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| "I've got him," Jason said. He raked a knife across the rope and Iolaus dropped to the stone floor with a thump.
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| Looking back to where he'd been eating with Yvenna, Hercules saw her just starting to wake. He got to his feet carefully and went over to her. Gently, he loosened the belt securing her to the stalagmite.
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| "What happened?" Yvenna asked.
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| "You don't remember?" Hercules searched his memory and thought he remembered most of what had happened. But the events seemed so distant they could have happened to someone else.
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| "Only the first part," Yvenna said. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at him. "You and me."
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| ''That's a good thing to remember,'' Hercules thought. His face warmed in embarrassment.
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| "All I remember," Iolaus growled, stomping over to face Hercules, "is that you tried to run me through with a sword!"
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| Hercules nodded. "I was hoping you'd knock me out."
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| Iolaus gasped unbelievingly. "Oh, that's great. If I'd missed you, I would have been a shish kebab."
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| Jason joined them. "What happened to that strange woman we came to rescue?"
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| "Probably out looking for more victims." In terse sentences, Hercules filled them in.
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| Jason frowned when he finished. "We'd better get out of here." He glanced around. "Where are Mikos and Alcestor?"
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| "I found them." Liardus stumbled into the cave, a look of horror on his face. He pointed. "Out there."
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| Jason led the way. Hercules was at his side, already imagining the worst. He spotted the tangle of bodies on the beach.
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| Alcestor and Mikos had died with their swords in their hands. And they'd died fighting each other. Hercules' throat went dry. "This was what she intended for all of us. To kill one another."
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| "We'll bury them," Jason said in a quiet voice, "with the honor they deserve."
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| "I knew this trip was doomed," Iolaus said, staring down at the bodies. "Now we're all in jeopardy." He pointed at Hercules. "This is all your fault!"
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| "Mine?" Hercules rebelled at the statement, even though the same thought had already been running through his mind. Cheiron had warned him. He just hadn't listened. "You're the one who wanted to rescue the damsel in distress."
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| "You're the one who wanted the fleece!"
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| "For Jason's father."
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| "Or for ''yours!''"
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| Hercules couldn't say anything else. There was no more argument left in him. Iolaus was right, and Alcestor and Mikos were dead.
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| Yvenna stepped in front of Hercules and backed Iolaus away with her own anger. "Are you forgetting? Because of Hercules, we're all alive!"
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| Iolaus gestured at the bodies. "Not ''all'' of us."
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| Jason held up his hands. "Enough arguing. Both of you, stop it."
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| Turning on the prince, Iolaus said, "The gods are angry because of Hercules. I've seen this happen before - when I almost got killed in the twister. I say we turn back."
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| Hercules met Jason's gaze, knowing the decision for what they were going to do as a group depended on what the young prince decided.
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| Jason looked at Hercules. "We go on. For my father's sake." He glanced down at the bodies. "And theirs."
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| Ares felt the dagger blade rake across his throat. The edge pressed hard enough to make an indentation, but not hard enough to draw blood. He followed the line of the blade to the hand, then up the slender arm to Discord's angry face. They were alone in the throne room of Corinth.
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| "I was ''this'' close to killing him," she snarled.
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| "But you showed admirable restraint," he told her softly.
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| Discord drew back her blade and sheathed it. Frustrated, she marched across the room and seized a vase of flowers. With an angry yell, she hurled the flowers at the nearest wall. The vase smashed, and water and flowers sprayed across the floor.
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| "You never were one for flowers," Ares commented.
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| "I hate losing!" Discord screamed. "I hate it!" She picked up a chair and smashed it across a table. Only kindling hit the floor.
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| Ares ignored her behavior. He'd seen much worse from her. Mortals weren't dying - yet. "Don't you see, sister? You can never really enjoy winning if you haven't lost. I revel in the anticipation of final victory."
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| "Oh, Hercules bests you - for the ''second'' time - and it doesn't bother you at all?" Discord ripped an antique tapestry from the wall then shredded it.
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| Ares shook his head. "He's won a battle, a skirmish. It's like a board game. Hercules defeated one of my lesser pieces." He glanced at her as she continued to rage around the throne room. "And also my queen, whom I dearly love. But I have other pieces, other moves."
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| Two servant girls entered the room, dressed in diaphanous gowns.
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| "Ready for your massage, Lord Pelias?" one of them asked.
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| Ares smiled in anticipation, but he pointed to Discord, who was breathing like a blacksmith's steam bellows.
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| The girls nodded and walked over to Discord.
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| "You're so generous," Discord said.
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| Ares shrugged. "And you're so high maintenance." He left his sister to the massage, his mind flicking quickly though all the options open to him. Getting the Golden Fleece wasn't going to be easy for Hercules and his friends. In fact, Ares planned for it to be deadly.
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| Hercules sat alone at a table in the ''Argo'''s galley. He shifted from side to side on the bench with the pitch and roll of the ship. The others had decided to stay away from him. He didn't know if it was because he acted as if he wanted to be alone, or if they wanted nothing to do with him. Lost and confused, he stared into the cup.
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| ''Cheiron was so right. And my selfishness - my selfishness might have killed us all.''
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| Yvenna pushed through the door.
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| He looked at her but didn't say anything.
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| "I couldn't sleep," she said.
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| "Join the party," he responded, because not saying anything would have been rude.
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| She sat across from him. "Don't keep blaming yourself for what happened on Ithra."
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| "Why do you always think you know what I'm thinking?" he asked angrily.
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| "Somebody," she said gently, "told me, 'Once in a while it's okay to need others.'"
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| Hercules sighed and felt most of his anger leave him. He hated that, because it left so little else behind. "Cheiron warned me that doing this for a selfish reason meant failure. Maybe because of me the whole voyage is doomed."
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| "I want to avenge the death of my family. That's selfish."
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| "No," Hercules disagreed. "You want to spend your life helping others. That's noble, but it's not for me."
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| "Right," she said sarcastically. "The guy who saved all of us back there in the cave."
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| "Only from the danger I put you in."
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| The boat rocked suddenly. Hercules had to make a grab to save his drink.
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| Jason staggered in through the door. "Whoa! High winds tonight." He looked at Hercules. "Anyway, Korsenia's off the starboard bow. We'll reach it by sunrise." He walked to the table where he had the charts and maps laid out.
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| "Better prepare for the worst," Hercules said.
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| "Why?" Yvenna asked.
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| "Legend says that the fleece hangs in a hut on the island," Jason said.
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| "And doom awaits all foolish enough to try to take it." Hercules toasted Jason with his cup.
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| "Maybe we've already overcome doom," Yvenna suggested, "Back on Ithra when we escaped the siren."
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| The ship shuddered again. This time water splashed and sluiced down the steps leading to the galley. Iolaus followed the water down, spluttering and breathing hard. He was soaking wet.
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| "It was a giant single wave," Iolaus said. "It was unearthly, like nothing I've ever seen. Swept over the deck. Enyo was washed away. I'd be gone too, but my foot was caught in the rigging."
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| Hercules pushed up from the bench and rushed toward the steps. "Where?" Cold fear rattled down the ridges of his spine. "Maybe we can-"
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| Iolaus seized him by the shirt. "He's gone."
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| "No," Hercules said, thinking quickly, trying to get himself to believe. "We can turn the boat around-"
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| "He's ''gone!''" Iolaus repeated.
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| "No!" Hercules argued.
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| "''He's gone!'' It's too ''late!''" Iolaus yelled.
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| "And we're not even on the island yet," Jason stated quietly.
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| "That's the third time you almost got me killed," Iolaus told Hercules.
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| "But you're alive," Yvenna told him angrily. "So pull yourself together. We all knew this was dangerous coming in."
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| Iolaus faced her. "I don't mind facing danger. But let it be mine." He whirled back on Hercules, putting his face close. "I don't want to battle ''your'' demons!"
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| Hercules couldn't hold the accusing stare. He turned from Iolaus and trotted up the steps. There had to be answers. Otherwise they were just throwing their lives away, and he couldn't bear to believe that.
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| == Chapter Twelve ==
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| The wind howled across the ''Argo'''s decks. The sail-cloth strained the rigging, popping and cracking against the masts. Storm clouds writhed across the blue-cast moon.
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| Hercules looked into the raging waters throwing white-capped foam around the ship. He thought briefly of Enyo but knew at a glance there was no way they could have saved him. ''How can everything I've tried to do turn out so very wrong? I'm trying to do good by helping Jason save his father.''
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| He felt guilty because he knew that wasn't all he was trying to do. He was trying so desperately to attract the attention of Zeus.
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| He looked at the roiling black heavens and spoke softly. "Father, I've never asked you for anything. Ever. But I need your help now. I'm afraid." He hated admitting that, hated admitting the weakness. "Not for myself. But for all these people I dragged along. Don't let them die." He searched the skies for any indication of an answer.
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| Only the howling wind swirled around him.
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| He hardened his voice. "Answer me!"
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| The ship pitched and rolled on the unruly waves.
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| "At least give me a sign that you know who I am!"
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| Water slapped over the bow and ran in rivulets at his feet.
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| "Fine!" Hercules shouted. "Disown me. Dishonor me. Destroy me if you will - but show yourself to me! I live because of you. You made me! You loved my mother once. Have you no love for me? Your son?" He took a deep breath, turning loose all the anger inside him to quell the fear at his daring. "If not, strike me down right now!"
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| He threw his arms out, waiting for one of Zeus's mighty thunderbolts to burn into his flesh. Even when his father struck him dead for daring to insult him, at least it would be some kind of confirmation of who he was and how much he mattered.
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| No thunderbolt came.
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| Feeling totally empty, Hercules dropped his arms to his sides. There was no answer. He knew he had to accept that, but he had no idea how to even start.
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| "Quiet little town, isn't it?" Iolaus whispered as they crept nervously ashore. Hercules had to agree but didn't say anything. Jason and Yvenna flanked Iolaus, who led them through the Korsenian village in search of the Golden Fleece. Thamus and Liardus followed them. All of them had their swords drawn and moved cautiously.
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| The ''Argo'' lay anchored in the shallow waters of the coast. The dinghy they'd rowed in on sat on the beach out of reach of the tide. During the night, the storm had vanished, leaving only a clear morning.
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| Hercules moved with the group but felt dead inside. He'd slept very little. Mostly he'd lain in his hammock and tried to think things through. Nothing had come to him, and he didn't know what he was going to do once they finished the quest for the Golden Fleece.
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| If they survived.
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| The village was a modest assembly of small huts with roofs and walls made of bundled straw. Fishermen and their families had probably lived in the village, but no one was there now. Even the livestock was gone.
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| ''Or killed,'' Hercules couldn't help thinking when he saw all the poles with animal skulls on them.
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| Only the sound of their footsteps crunching through the sand and the rock echoed around them. They walked through the village, peering into hut after hut as they searched for the fleece.
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| Just as Hercules started to feel certain they'd come on a fool's quest after all, he spotted a hut in the center of the village decorated with elephant tusks. The tusks were stuck on the roof and also framed the door.
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| They all stopped, waiting nervously. Then Hercules led them forward, entering the hut. Only one thing was inside.
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| The Golden Fleece lay stretched on a decorative wooden frame. Sunlight from one of the windows gleamed against the spun gold fibers.
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| "Oh, come on," Iolaus groaned. "I can take that with my eyes closed."
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| Jason brandished his sword, studying the interior of the hut. "Go get it, Iolaus."
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| "We'll cover you," Hercules added. ''I hope.''
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| Casually, showing no sign of fear, Iolaus crossed to the Golden Fleece and took it from the frame. He turned around triumphantly, holding it in his arms. "What'd I tell you? Piece of baklava."
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| Before anyone could respond, one straw wall exploded inward and landed in a heap. Hercules and the others flew backward and landed in a heap. Hercules and Jason scrambled to their feet at the same time, facing in opposite directions to better cover the group.
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| "What was that?" Jason demanded. "An earthquake?"
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| "No," Hercules said. "A foot." He pointed with his sword.
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| A giant set of toes stuck through the wall, connected to a giant foot that was bigger than all six cadets together. A leather sandal encased it. As Hercules watched, the foot drew back. Jason turned with him as the others stood with their weapons drawn.
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| The roof tore off with a screech, and bright morning light rushed to fill the hut. A giant, bearded head blotted out the sky. An evil grin filled the round face. Dark hunger slitted his eyes. He breathed down on them in anticipation. The stench was as big as the giant himself.
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| "Whew," Iolaus complained. "Chew on some parsley. It'll help."
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| The giant grabbed a tusk from the front of the hut, handling it like a throwing dagger, and hurled it at Iolaus. Iolaus ducked but the pointed end of the tusk pierced his shirt and pinned him to the support pole at his back.
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| Grinning, the giant reached for Iolaus and the fleece, raising his great hand like a hammer.
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| Hercules ran, narrowly avoiding the huge fist, and ripped Iolaus free of the pole just before the giant smashed the pole to pieces. He hurled Iolaus through the nearest window, then jumped out the window as well. Jason and the others had already gotten clear.
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| Shoving himself to his feet, Hercules joined Jason with Iolaus at his heels. The giant threw the roof of the hut aside and roared with rage. Out in the open, Hercules saw the creature had to be at least sixty feet tall and brutishly broad. Despite his size, his leather armor was neatly pieced together.
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| "I'd like to meet his tailor," Iolaus said.
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| Jason scanned the village. "Obviously, he's not afraid of us."
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| The giant plucked another tusk from the front of the hut.
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| "Are you kidding?" Hercules asked. "We're like mice to a cat."
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| "Look out!" Yvenna flung herself at Jason, knocking the prince to one side just as the giant threw the tusk. Yvenna and Jason both went rolling. The tusk embedded itself in the ground where the prince had been standing, and quivered.
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| "The fleece!" the giant roared. "Give me the Golden Fleece!"
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| The sheer strength of the voice knocked the cadets from their feet. The giant threw two more tusks, narrowly missing the cadets as they dodged.
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| "Scatter!" Hercules commanded. "He's got strength and size on his side, but we've got him outnumbered. We have to use that against him. It's our only chance."
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| Unfortunately, the giant was big enough to cover almost one end of the village. The cadets ran between two stone buildings that held the giant back for a moment. Then the monstrous creature locked his hands together and smashed through the rooftops. Once he tore off the roofs, he punched out the walls, ripped through the windows, and yanked the buildings apart.
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| Hercules and Iolaus peeled off from the group, dodged around another hit, and hid behind a wagon with a broken axle.
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| Iolaus let out a sign of relief and tightened his grip on the fleece. "I don't think he saw us."
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| Heart hammering, mind working furiously about how to get control of the situation, Hercules shook his head. "I don't think so either."
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| The wagon lifted in front of them, seized easily by the giant.
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| Hercules and Iolaus watched the giant holding the wagon, his lips drawn in an evil rictus. "Wrong," Hercules said.
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| Iolaus led the charge between the two rug racks. "And you thought ''you'' were strong," he told Hercules.
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| The wagon sailed over their heads, smashing the rug racks around them. They changed course, trying to find cover. Glancing over his shoulder, Hercules saw the giant rip a wheel from another wagon and roll it at Yvenna.
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| Yvenna tried to outrun the wheel, but it gained on her steadily, closing with crushing force. At the last moment, she threw herself into the air and flipped over the wheel. The wheel smashed into a hut, collapsing the wall.
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| Still in motion, Yvenna grabbed a nearby milk bucket from the ground. She set herself and whirled around with the bucket at the end of her arm. "Take this!" she yelled, throwing the bucket.
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| The bucket sailed true, and Hercules had hope for a moment when it crashed into the giant's head. But the giant only flicked it away in irritation. He took two long steps, then kicked a huge woven basket at Yvenna, knocking her down. He kicked another basket into Thamus, then threw a barrel at Liardus that flattened him. The giant roared in triumph, then swung his attention back to the Golden Fleece in Iolaus' hands. He thundered in pursuit.
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| Hercules and Iolaus fled, sprinting as fast as they could. Their speed was no match for the giant's long steps. Spotting two stone pillars ahead, Hercules guided Iolaus over behind them.
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| The giant overtook them and smashed the pillars to pieces with his massive fists.
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| ''Not good, not good, not good,'' Hercules thought frantically. He pulled Iolaus down behind a wagon loaded with flour sacks. "Any ideas?"
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| "Tell him we had the wrong hut?" Iolaus asked hopefully.
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| ''At least he's not blaming me for this,'' Hercules thought. ''At least, not right now.'' He took the Golden Fleece from Iolaus, then threw it to Yvenna. She, Jason, Thamus, and Liardus ran over to join them. "Get this out of here!"
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| Yvenna looked uncertain for a moment after she caught the fleece. When the giant came closer, she ran.
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| Peering over the wagon, Hercules watched as the giant lifted his foot, intending to stomp them. Hercules stood and thrust up with his sword, sinking the sharp blade into the giant's foot.
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| The giant roared in pain and fell backward, crashing against the ground with the force of an earthquake. He smashed two huts beneath him and lay still.
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| "All right!" Iolaus shouted, bounding to his feet. "Hercules did it!"
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| Before the celebration could begin, the giant rose, towering above them. He kicked the flour wagon into them. They scattered again, but the giant plucked up flour sacks and threw them.
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| Hercules saw Iolaus and Jason smashed down in midstride by the flying flour bags. Then a flour sack smashed into him, knocking him from his feet and sending him crashing into the wall of a hut behind him.
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| The giant slammed the heavy bags into Liardus and Thamus as well. Then, after stunning all the cadets, he closed in for the kill. Hercules tried to get up to face him, unwilling to leave his friends at the giant's mercy, but even his great strength failed him for the moment. He watched helplessly.
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| "Is this what you want?" Yvenna yelled. She stood on a rooftop and waved the Golden Fleece. "Come on, you major case of bad breath."
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| Hercules pushed himself to his feet, swaying uncertainly. "Yvenna, no." ''She can't taunt the giant like that!'' But a part of him thought it was one of the bravest things he'd ever seen: one small mortal challenging a roaring monstrosity. He glanced at Iolaus, who was also getting to his feet, "Quick, get that barrel."
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| The giant walked back to Yvenna and reached for her. She flipped out of the way of his massive fingers, dancing across the rooftop.
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| "What's you have for breakfast?" she taunted. "A couple of raw cows?"
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| "Give me the fleece," the giant shouted, "or I'll crush you!"
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| Yvenna offered it to him, but when the giant reached for it, she snatched it away. Her sword, hidden by the fleece, flicked out and slashed his finger.
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| Enraged, the giant put his finger into his mouth and sucked on it.
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| Yvenna spun, taking advantage of the giant's distraction, and threw the Golden Fleece over the side of the building. She turned back around, setting herself into a sword stance, her body perfectly in line with the blade.
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| Almost casually, the giant backhanded her and sent her flying from the rooftop.
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| Hercules took frozen for a moment as Yvenna sailed dozens of yards and thumped to the ground. Then he thrust himself back into action as the giant came at them.
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| He yanked a sagging door from the nearby hut and slammed it across the barrel Iolaus had positioned. "Get on," Hercules told Jason and Iolaus.
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| They did so at once, dropping that end of the door to the ground.
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| Moving quickly, desperately aware of the giant closing in on them, Hercules grabbed one of the tusks the giant had flung at them. He jumped onto the other end of the door, throwing Iolaus and Jason into the air.
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| "Land on the door!" Hercules commanded.
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| They yelled and flailed, but came down hard on their end of the door. Hercules shot up into the air just as the giant reached for him. The huge fist closed just under Hercules' boots.
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| Hercules drew the tusk back as he came level with the giant's chin, then slammed the tusk home between the giant's eyes.
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| The giant staggered back and went down in a loose tumble, dead before he hit the ground.
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| Hercules landed on his feet and sprinted toward Yvenna with the other cadets close behind.
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| She lay in a broken heap on the ground.
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| "Yvenna!" he yelled hoarsely as he ran to her, hoping he wasn't too late.
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| == Chapter Thirteen ==
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| Hercules knelt beside Yvenna and gently cradled her in his arms. Tears misted his vision. He couldn't lose her after all of this. It wasn't fair.
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| Jason dropped to his knees besinde him, then cut his gaze to Iolaus. "Find the fleece. She needs it!"
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| Iolaus ran, yelling out orders to Thamus and Liardus.
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| Hercules tenderly brushed strands of hair from Yvenna's beautiful face. "Yvenna," he said softly.
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| When she spoke her voice was whisper soft. "I didn't run this time."
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| It hurt Hercules' throat to speak, but he forced himself. "No. You're a hero."
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| She smiled through her pain, eyes dimming.
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| Hercules kissed her, putting all of his heart into the kiss, knowing not much time remained. He hoped that kiss could tell her what he felt, and how strong that feeling was inside him.
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| "Promise me," she whispered.
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| "Don't talk," Hercules pleaded as he looked around for Iolaus. ''Where is the fleece? It's the only chance she has.'' "Where's Iolaus?"
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| "Promise me," Yvenna said again.
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| Hercules looked into her eyes. "What?"
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| Yvenna tried to speak again, but her eyes closed.
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| Iolaus ran up and draped her with the Golden Fleece. They all watched, waiting, but nothing happened.
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| "It's too late," Jason stated quietly.
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| Hercules continued to hold her and didn't know how he was going to let go.
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| Later they placed Yvenna's body on the funeral pyre they'd built down on the beach. Hercules held the flaming torch while the others stood quietly around him. He felt so empty inside, even worse than he'd felt during all those years he'd grown up without a father and constantly feeling that absence.
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| Jason spoke, his voice strong and clear. "May they receive you warmly in the Elysian Fields. You died a warrior, Yvenna." He turned to Hercules.
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| Heart bitter and heavy, Hercules threw the torch onto the pyre. Even with his great strength, it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
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| The flames caught at once, blazing up through the carefully constructed pyre. It became a whirling inferno.
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| The others left, and only Hercules and Iolaus remained.
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| "I'm sorry," Iolaus whispered. He put his hand on Hercules' shoulder, offering what comfort he could. "And also, for what I said before. About you doing this for your father."
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| Hercules stared into the fire and spoke what he knew to be true in his heart. "I don't care about him. Or the rest of the gods, Iolaus. I don't care about any of it." Unable to bear it any longer, he turned and walked away. The whip-crackle of the burning wood filled his hearing as he followed Jason and the others to the dinghy.
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| In the throne room of Corinth, Ares considered the pieces on the game board in front of him. It held a clever puzzle, but nothing he couldn't conquer given time. And immortality gave plenty of that.
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| Discord whirled into the room, stopping in front of him and leaning on the game table. "They're coming back," she accused.
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| Ares concentrated on the pieces. "Hmmm. A draw."
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| Frustrated, Discord ripped off her fancy dress. She wore her armor underneath. "Did you hear me? The charade's over. Hercules returns - with the fleece. I swear, I'll kill him this time."
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| Ares stood. As much as he loved his sister, she never had the true patience it took to use her immortality to its full advantage. She wanted everything yesterday, or today. He hardened his voice. "Stay out of this, Discord. Go back to Olympus."
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| Discord stomped her foot. "No! I don't want to!"
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| "I said, ''go!''" Ares looked at her, summoning up his power. A smoking ball of force jetted from his hand and slammed into discord, knocking her back.
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| Her screams filled the room. Then a swirling vortex opened behind her and sucked her away.
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| Ares sat heavily in the chair before the game board. His anger, always his downfall as so many had told him, almost got away from him. The thought of Hercules' interference and the protection handed down by Zeus was too much. "Now it's brother against brother. Endgame." He lunged forward and swept the pieces from the board.
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| ''Hercules can come back, but this is where I'm going to bury him,'' he promised himself.
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| Hercules leaped from the Argo's prow and landed on the dock with the mooring line in his hand. He knelt and quickly wrapped the thick hawser rope around the cleat. Iolaus tied off the stern mooring line.
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| Night covered the harbor, but the work went on. Laborers unloaded arriving cargoes and loaded departing ones. Ships' captains and first mates yelled out orders. Smaller barges serviced the large ships farther out in the harbor.
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| Thamus lowered the gangway and led the rest of them down the plank.
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| Horse's hooves thudded against the wooden dock.
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| Hercules turned and watched Cheiron step out of the shadows. The laborers and sailors cleared away from him, gossiping between themselves as they passed. The centaur battle master ignored the comments and the interest, his eyes locked on Hercules and the other cadets.
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| Quietly, in a halting voice, Jason told the story of the voyage.
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| "You've done well," he told them. "All of you."
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| Hercules felt a small flush of pride, but it went away quickly. Too much had been lost to think much of what they'd accomplished.
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| "However," Cheiron said, "you've also learned the price of success. Alcestor, Mikos, Enyo, and Yvenna all paid with their lives. You must honor their memory."
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| "We will," Hercules said tersely. "In Corinth when we save King Aeson."
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| "On to Corinth!" Iolaus yelled, throwing a fist in the air.
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| Jason's response was more sedate. "To Corinth!"
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| "May the gods be with you," Cheiron said. He held Hercules back as the others started off. The centaur regarded the young half-god. "And so you've succeeded, Hercules, son of Zeus."
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| The title jarred Hercules and made him feel uncomfortable. "Don't call me that," he said quietly. "It's no longer important to me." That wasn't quite the truth, but it was closer to it. He didn't need the name from his father, but there were still some unresolved issues and he knew it.
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| "Good," Cheiron said. "Then no one need call you that ever again. The name ''Hercules'' will be enough."
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| Hercules nodded.
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| Cheiron clapped him on the shoulder. "Go. They need you."
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| Hercules shook hands with the centaur. "Till I see you again." Then he hurried to catch up with his friends. If they traveled quickly, they could reach the palace that night.
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| Jason's anger and bloodline got them through the guards at the gate and the palace this time. They'd come too far and suffered too many losses to allow anyone to stand in their way.
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| Pelias sat on the bed beside the king, dabbing at King Aeson's brow with a wet cloth. He looked up in surprise as the cadets entered the room in a rush.
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| "Leave him alone!" Jason ordered.
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| Pelias stood up. "Jason! Have you done it?"
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| Stopping short of his uncle, Jason held up the Golden Fleece fiercely. "This will cure my father."
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| Pelias nodded. "That's my fevent prayer."
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| Jason shoved the man aside, rushing to his father and laying the fleece over him. There was no response. "Father. Father, hear me. It's Jason." He adjusted the fleece frantically, trying to find the proper position that would trigger the magic within it.
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| Hercules felt Jason's sorrow and watched helplessly.
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| "Live!" Jason ordered. "Live!" He adjusted the fleece again.
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| Suddenly, the Golden Fleece glowed, casting off a shimmer of pale light. In the next instant, color rushed back into Aeson's face. He took a deep shuddering breath, then blinked his eyes open.
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| "Jason," Aeson whispered hoarsely. He reached up to touch the prince's face. "My son."
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| "It's a miracle!" Jason declared in a loud voice. He turned to the other cadets. "The gods did this!"
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| Pelias moved to the bed, as if to take a closer look for himself.
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| Hercules took a step forward, fearing the worst. But Pelias offered no outward threat.
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| Pelias leaned in to the king and put his hands on him. Too quickly for anyone to do anything about, he twisted Aeson's head in his hands. The king's neck broke with a sharp snap.
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| "Nooooo!" Jason screamed in pained outraged. He drew his sword and swung at Pelias.
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| Pelias stepped away quickly, avoiding the blade. "The gods give," he said with a sardonic smile, "and the gods take away." He whipped a sword from under his cloak in a practiced rush. When Jason closed on him, he easily parried the blow, then thrust his sword into the young prince's chest.
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| Hercules caught Jason as his friend came stumbling back. He knew at a glance that Pelias had struck a death blow.
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| "And that's for killing Talos, my giant," Pelias said. He swung smoothly to riposte Iolaus' attack. Steel met steel, and sparks shot through the air.
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| After laying Jason gently aside, Hercules grabbed Pelias' shoulder and spun him around. "''Your'' giant? Who are you?"
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| Pelias grinned and flung off his royal robes. He wore jet black armor underneath that fitted him more surely than the robes of state ever would. "I'm your long-lost half brother," he answered. "Soon to be mourning your death."
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| Totally awestruck, Hercules said, "Ares, god of war!"
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| == Chapter Fourteen ==
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| Looking at the tall figure in black armor, Hercules knew he was right. He studied Ares, then started circling the god warily while Iolaus and the other cadets shrank back in fear. No mortal dared take on a god.
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| But Hercules was a half-god - and filled with anger. "A siren. A giant. And now you're attacking Jason? Why? This is between you and me."
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| Ares moved easily, his feet gliding across the floor, making no sound at all. He slammed into Hercules' chest with the flat of his hand, driving Hercules backward. "Because you're under Father's special protection."
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| Hercules didn't think he'd heard right. "The special protection of Zeus?"
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| Ares nodded. "Himself." Without warning, he launched himself at Hercules. "Get ready to rumble, little brother!"
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| Caught off balance, Hercules couldn't stand against the attack. He flew backward, crashing through the door and ending up in an inner courtyard, coming to a harsh stop at a pair of boots.
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| Recovering slowly, Hercules gazed up the boots and found Ares filling them. He'd never even seen his half brother move.
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| Ares reached down and lifted him from the ground.
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| "Leave the others alone," Hercules croaked.
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| "Done," Ares agreed. "And Dad's protection or not, you can go as well. To Tartarus!" He hit Hercules with a backhand blow, dazing him. Then he kicked him into a stack of oil urns that broke when he landed against them.
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| Hercules fought to get free of the shards and get to his feet. However, the oil made footing treacherous. He looked desperately around the courtyard. A statue was being constructed beside the oil urns. The huge head hung suspended from ropes overhead, and poles stood to his left, jutting from the ground.
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| Iolaus and the other cadets stood in the doorway, gazing on fearfully.
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| Hercules didn't blame them for not coming to his aid. This was his fight. He pushed his feet into the ground, digging beneath the oil.
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| Ares plucked one of the flaming torches that lit the courtyard from the palace wall. Grinning in triumph, he tossed the torch into the oil pooling in front of the broken urns. The oil caught at once in a yellow-and-blue rush of flames. The fire spread quickly, charging toward Hercules.
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| Having found good footing, Hercules stood. He watched the flames streaking toward him and knew he could never go over them. He bent, then leaped skyward. Flipping in the air, he landed on two of the nearby poles under the ropes holding the statue head.
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| Hercules wavered for only a moment, then found his balance. He gazed down at Ares.
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| Surprise darkened Ares' features. Then he ran forward, toward the whirling pool of flaming oil that curled through the support poles. Lithely, he leaped and flipped, touching down with surefooted ease on poles opposite Hercules. He smiled confidently.
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| Hercules lifted his clenched fists and assumed a martial arts stance. "I'm up for the challenge, brother."
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| Ares laughed out loud. "Challenge? You're not even a diversion." Then he ran with incredible agility across the tops of the poles separating him from Hercules.
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| ''Man, I could never do that.'' Watching the display of superior reflexes and skill, Hercules tried to prepare himself. The flames crackled on the ground, reaching up for him hungrily.
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| At the last moment, Ares threw himself high into the air, flipping over Hercules and coming to a stop on a pair of poles behind him.
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| Before Hercules could reset himself, Ares attacked in a flurry of punches and kicks.
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| Instinctively, Hercules turned the punches and kicks aside, blocking them when he couldn't safely turn them. The sheer ferocity of the attack drove him backward, fumbling for steps as he moved.
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| Finally, Hercules got the rhythm. He let the next punch go by, then lashed out with a fist. He clubbed Ares in the chest and knocked him backward. He followed up with a kick that caught Ares in the stomach.
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| Ares flew backward but landed easily on another set of poles. He screamed in rage.
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| Hercules set himself again, feeling more confident. Ares was the god of war, and he was holding his own. No quarter given, Ares came for him again.
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| Giving himself over to the lessons Cheiron had drilled into him, Hercules blocked Ares' attacks, then launched counterattacks that Ares blocked in turn. Then Ares' foot slipped through his defenses, catching Hercules on the chin.
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| Black comets whirled in Hercules' vision, but he responded automatically with a kick of his own. Overly confident about the success of his blow, Ares moved forward, stepping right into the kick. The force of the impact drove Ares back, up, and off the poles.
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| Incredibly, he caught himself on his hands and flipped back to his feet as Hercules tried to fight the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him. Instead of attacking Hercules, Ares kicked the pole Hercules stood on co uncertainly.
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| Hercules fell toward the hungry flames below. He flung out his hands, grabbing the edges of the poles on both sides of him. Before he could pull himself up, Ares moved forward and kicked him in the face.
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| Pain flared through Hercules' head, bright as lightning bolts and moving twice as fast. He forced himself to hold on as Ares kicked him again and again. Then, when Ares set himself and kicked again, Hercules lifted a leg and blocked.
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| The impact threw Ares off balance. Hercules swung himself up and flipped backward, touching down on two poles.
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| Before Ares could move, the poles he stood on suddenly started listing in opposite directions. He ended up doing a split on the poles, sinking down farther and farther.
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| No mercy in his heart, remembering how Yvenna and the others had died, and how Ares had so cruelly killed Jason's father in front of him, Hercules ran forward. His feet met the poles with a speed and certainty he'd never felt before. He leaped, landing on Ares and driving him and the poles deeper into the ground.
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| Flipping through the air to recover his balance after the impact, Hercules twisted and came down on two more poles facing Ares.
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| The god shouted in rage. Then he twisted violently, spinning and rising till he stood again on poles facing Hercules.
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| Wanting to keep his advantage, Hercules kicked one of the poles in front of him. The pole came out of the ground, one end flaming from the burning oil. It sailed straight at Ares, who barely managed to leap up over it.
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| "Hey," Ares growled mockingly, "I'm beginning to think you don't like me." He rushed forward and delivered a spin kick to Hercules' head.
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| Hercules refused to go down. He glared back at his half brother. "What gives you that idea?" He snap-kicked Ares in the chest, sending him flying backward.
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| Surprised by the blow, Ares twisted and barely managed to catch one of the poles and stay out of the flaming oil. He glared up at Hercules as he pulled himself back up to his feet. He flipped through the sir, throwing himself far enough to end up in front of Hercules again.
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| ''Oh man, he's good,'' Hercules thought, getting himself set for the attack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Iolaus scrambling through the rigging holding the statue head above them. For the first time Hercules noted that the statue head looked exactly like Ares.
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| Breathing heavily, Ares plucked one of the flaming poles from the ground. He twirled it, still flaming, in his hands like a combat staff.
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| "Come on, Hercules!" Iolaus yelled from his perch. "Pick up a pole, big guy! Give it back to him!"
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| Hercules glanced down and wrenched one of the poles from the ground. He rolled it in his hands, getting a feel for the weight and heft of it as the flaming end threw off sparks. He went on the offensive at once.
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| "You want some of this?" Ares challenged, meeting him blow for blow.
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| Hercules concentrated on his attack, moving the pole with military precision. He could almost feel Cheiron at his side, urging him on.
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| Without warning, Ares launched his own attack, stabbing the pole at Hercules' feet, trying to make him fall.
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| Hercules gave ground again, stepping back across the poles easily. Everything was coming together. He knew where every pole was. Seeing a break in Ares' attack, he swung his own pole, smashing the post out from under Ares' foot.
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| Ares caught himself just before he fell. He threw himself high into the air and flipped backward, losing the pole. When he landed on another pair of poles, he reached down and yanked another one from the ground. Before Hercules could attack again, Ares broke the poles out from under Hercules' Feet.
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| Hercules fell. Quickly, he braced his pole atop two other poles. Like an acrobat he dangled above the roaring flames.
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| Ares slammed him in the chest with his pole, sending him flying backward.
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| The breath crushed out of his lungs for the moment, Hercules flew backward at least ten yards. His back slammed against a pole, collapsing it. As it fell, he grabbed it and used it to flip himself up. He landed on his feet once more.
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| Ares grinned at him, then hissed a stream of roiling fire in his direction.
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| The fireball caught Hercules in the face, blinding him at once.
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| "Nooooo!" Iolaus screamed.
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| Staggered, Hercules held his hands in front of his face. He couldn't see them. "I can't see!"
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| "Don't worry," Ares promised. "I'll be quick."
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| Hercules felt vulnerable. The temporary blindness threw all the odds in Ares' favor.
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| "Hang on, buddy," he heard Iolaus yell. "I'm coming. Left foot back."
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| Trusting Iolaus, Hercules took the left step back. Fire blazed past his face, throwing heat over him.
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| Iolaus continued calling out directions. "Here I come! Catch me!"
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| In the next moment, Hercules heard Ares scream in rage, then felt feet slam onto his shoulders. He could tell that Iolaus was standing on his shoulders but facing in the opposite direction. "Iolaus?"
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| "Yeah, buddy," Iolaus answered breathlessly.
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| "You've got to be my eyes," Hercules said, not thinking twice about trusting him. He pitched Iolaus into the air, turning him around on his shoulders, then clamping on to his ankles to hold him in place. "I'd rather you were facing the right way."
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| Iolaus started calling out directions, guiding the fight. It was difficult to move and keep both of them balanced, but Hercules accomplished it.
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| "Right foot forward," Iolaus directed.
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| "Never-" Hercules said to himself.
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| "Right food ''forward''," Iolaus said again.
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| "-never-"
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| "Right food ''more'' forward!"
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| Hercules felt their balance teetering precariously. "-never-"
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| Iolaus fell forwarding, plummeting. "Right foot out!"
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| Without hesitation, Hercules shoved his foot out, catching Iolaus' foot as he fell. He held his friend's weight on his foot.
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| "Whoa!" Iolaus exclaimed. "Right foot up!"
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| Hercules pulled his foot up. "-quit!" He was grinning, knowing all the moves, trusting himself. Iolaus sailed above him, landing on his shoulders again. Hercules wrapped his fingers around his friend's boots.
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| "Wow!" Iolaus said. "You're good!"
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| Ares roared angrily. "Now put your foot in your mouth!"
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| Suddenly, Hercules' vision cleared. He saw Ares striding at him, the flaming pole pulled back to strike.
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| "Iolaus," Hercules called, "I can see again!" He threw Iolaus up to the swinging statue head.
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| Ares punched the pole at Hercules' stomach.
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| Hercules lifted his foot and kicked the flaming end of the pole, catching Ares in the stomach instead. Off balance, Ares flew backward, screaming. The god of war dropped into the lake of flames writhing up the poles.
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| "All right!" Iolaus yelled from the swinging statue head. "You got him, Hercules!"
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| Hercules peered at the flames where Ares had disappeared. ''I may have killed my own half brother. How should I feel about that? It can't have been that easy. Can it?''
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| Then movement gathered in the flames, and Ares leaped up, a blazing comet that landed on the support poles. Hercules stared into the god's face, seeing hate and pain in the clinging fire. He didn't hesitate, striding forward and launching a roundhouse kick that slammed Ares from his perch.
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| Ares fell, landing in the fire again.
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| Glancing up, Hercules looked at the massive statue head. It hung directly above where Ares had landed. He followed the net of ropes up to the single strand that supported it. "Iolaus," he called, pulling up another flaming pole, "jump!"
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| Iolaus jumped at once.
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| Hercules threw the pole at the support rope. The fiery end smacked into the rope. In seconds the flames burned through the rope and sent the heavy statue crashing down.
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| "Nooooo!" Ares screamed.
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| The thud of the statue smacking home cut him off.
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| Hercules breathed a sign of relief, trembling on top of the support poles.
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| Then mocking laughter came up from under the statue head. "This is only the beginning, Hercules!" Ares promised. The mocking laughter continued, finally fading away.
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| Hercules didn't knw where Ares had gone, but he knew their struggle wasn't over. He swapped glances with Iolaus. They ''both'' knew it wasn't over.
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| But it was over for now. He hoped that would be enough. The quest had already cost so many lives. Then he remembered the one that was still at stake. "We've got to help Jason!"
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| Hercules made his way across the flaming poles as Iolaus leaped down and followed him. At the end, he made the long jump to the ground, then sprinted through the doorway Ares had knocked him through.
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| Jason lay sprawled on the floor. He looked up at Hercules. "Are my people free?" he whispered hoarsely.
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| Hercules knelt and took his friend up in his arms. "Yes."
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| Jason's eyes dimmed, and his answer was slow in coming. "Thank you." His grip on Hercules' arm grew weaker.
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| "The fleece!" Hercules urged. "Quick!"
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| Thamus scrambled across the room and found the fleece, then tossed it to Liardus, who handed it off to Iolaus. Iolaus helped Hercules drape it over Jason.
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| The Golden Fleece lay there only a moment before burning brightly.
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| When Hercules pulled the fleece back, Jason's chest was smooth and unblemished. The wound had healed. Everyone started cheering and clapping one another on the back.
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| == Epilogue ==
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| "What do you mean you're not going to be king?" Iolaus exploded at Jason. "You can't just walk away from all of this! I mean, you owe it to your people to stay here and rule, don't you? And you'll need advisors to do that, right?"
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| Hercules stood on the ramparts of Corinth's outer walls and shook his head at Iolaus. The young thief definitely had his own interests at heart. Still Hercules couldn't fault Iolaus completely. During the past three days they;d stayed at the palace. Servants had taken care of their needs, and the bed they'd slept in had been magnificent.
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| It ''was'' a lot to give up. But he understood why Jason felt he had to.
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| "I'm not giving it up," Jason replied. He was dressed in crown prince finery, but that was against his wishes. His advisors had suggested he array himself in royal clothes - at least until grieving for King Aeson was over.
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| Iolaus bounced from the stone rampart where he'd been sitting. He put a hand on his temple as if he'd come down with a sudden headache. "Wait, you're not giving up being king, but you're not going to be king?"
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| Jason considered the question a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."
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| Iolaus shook his head and looked at Hercules. "Have you figured out what Jason's talking about?"
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| "He's talking about going back to the Academy and finishing his training," Hercules replied.
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| "But that's stupid!" Iolaus exploded again.
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| Jason stared at him, arms folded across his chest. "You know, Iolaus, a king in several of the countries surrounding Corinth might have you put to death for such an accusation."
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| Iolaus glanced at Hercules.
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| "He's right," Hercules stated.
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| "Let's not be hasty," Iolaus said, holding up his hands. "I helped save your life, remember?"
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| "And that gives you special privileges when addressing the crown prince of Corinth?" Jason asked.
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| Looking at Hercules, Iolaus said, "It doesn't?"
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| Hercules shook his head.
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| Iolaus blew out a disgusted breath. "Okay, it doesn't. I just think you're making a mistake, that's all."
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| "I don't think so," Jason said, turning to look down at the city protected by the great walls. "Trying to be king now, that would be the biggest mistake. I've got to find out what I can be before I step into something like that."
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| Hercules listened to the certainty in Jason's voice and realized he and the crown prince were thinking along the same lines. Hercules was still Zeus's son, but he was much more than that, as Cheiron had pointed out. Before Hercules tried to figure out what he was going to do about his father, he needed to figure himself out. And there was no better place to do that than the Academy.
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| Hercules gazed down over the people and the streets. Peace reigned again throughout the city. He felt good about that, about his own part in it.
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| "Corinth needs a king," Iolaus pointed out.
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| "And they'll have one," Jason agreed. "As soon as I know I'm ready. Until then they'll have Ophistus and the other advisors I appointed. It's what my father would have wanted, I think."
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| Iolaus started to object again.
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| Hercules silenced him with a look. He was glad about Jason's decision. It showed the wisdom Jason was going to have in leading and caring for his people. And Hercules was glad he wasn't losing his friend's companionship.
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| "I only hope that when that day comes that I rule as well as my father did," Jason said. Then he glanced up at Hercules. "Hey, maybe you'll get to meet your father one day. I mean, he does have that special protection over you."
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| "We'll see," Hercules said.
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| "Okay, so you're not going to be king right now," Iolaus said to Jason. I can live with that."
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| Jason and Hercules stared at him.
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| Iolaus shrugged self-consciously. "Fine, ''we'' can live with that. But we get visitation rights, right? I mean, we can come to Corinth occasionally with you to see how the advisors are doing. You know they're going to need to be checked up on, Jason. You never know what the mice will do when the cat's away."
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| Jason nodded. "There are events I'll have to take part in - political talks, trade agreements, important weddings. Things like that."
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| "Good." Iolaus rubbed his hands together and smiled broadly. "You'll want company, won't you? Hercules and I can be your bodyguards. Hey, maybe you can even appoint us as something. Personally, I wouldn't mind staying here and keeping an eye on things while you're at the Academy."
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| "No," Hercules said. "Then Jason would have to appoint someone to keep an eye on ''you''."
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| "Okay," Iolaus said. "So when is the first event?"
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| "Next month," Jason said. "There are some trade agreements coming up with the merchanters."
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| "Fine," Iolaus said. "We can stay here long enough to take care of that."
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| "We're going back to the Academy." Hercules said. "We can come back then."
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| "I really don't see the sense-" Iolaus began.
| | '''Hercules:''' I'm very sorry about your father, Jason. I know you'll be a good king. |
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| "You mean my plan sounds stupid?" Jason flashed a warning look at him.
| | '''Jason:''' I only hope to rule the way he did. Hey, maybe you'll meet your father, Hercules. |
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| "No," Iolaus said. "No, I didn't mean that at all. We can come back. What's another trek with all the traveling we've been doing lately? So when do we leave for the Academy?"
| | '''Hercules:''' We'll see. |
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| "Today," Hercules said.
| | '''Jason:''' Stay for the corination. |
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| "Today?" Iolaus shouted.
| | '''Hercules:''' The people of Yvenna's villiage are still suffering. I think that's what she wanted me to do. |
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| "Yes," Jason replied. "I sent a messenger to let Cheiron know when we'd be back. If we leave in the next hour or so, we should make it."
| | '''Jason:''' So you ''do'' want to be a hero, huh? |
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| "But there are good-byes to be said," Iolaus complained.
| | '''Hercules:''' Maybe. |
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| "To all those girls in the taverns?" Hercules sasked. "I don't think they'll miss you as much as you'll miss them."
| | '''Jason:''' Maybe. Take care of yourself. |
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| Iolaus frowned.
| | '''Hercules:''' So long, Jason. |
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| "There are too many memories here," Jason said. "I'm ready to go back to the Academy to clear my head."
| | '''Jason:''' So long, Hercules. |
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| Hercules clapped his friend on the shoulder. "We can get started now." He was ready to get back himself. Yvenna was still heavy in his thoughts, and he wanted some of Cheiron's mind-numbing combat drills. | | '''Hercules:''' What are you doing? |
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| | '''Hercules:''' Heh, I don't think so. |
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| "Hey," Iolaus said, "I'm not ready to go."
| | '''Iolaus:''' There's not much future in this whole 'thief' thing. Besides... you need me. Partner. |
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| "We'll tell Cheiron why you're late," Hercules said. "You know how understanding he can be."
| | '''Hercules:''' Partner? |
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| Iolaus screamed in frustration. "Understanding? Understanding, you say? do you know how long I'll be on sword-stacking duty if I get back late?" | | '''Iolaus:''' Yeah. You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger. I'm your thumb. |
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| Hercules laughed as he heard his friend's sandals slap on the stone steps behind them. For the first time in a long time he felt complete, standing on his own two feet instead of somehow in his father's shadow. | | '''Hercules:''' I work alone, Iolaus. |
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| | '''Iolaus:''' Not anymore, big guy. I cover your back, you cover me. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. We share everything. Except for the girls. |
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This is a transcript of the dialogue of the Young Hercules (Movie Pilot), as aired, transcribed by Bryn.
Young Hercules (Movie Pilot)
Narrator: In the age of gods, there was good and evil, light and darkness. Only Zeus, King of the Gods, held the power of Mount Olympus in his hand. From his might came two sons. The first son, Ares, toyed with mankind for sport and pleasure. The second chose honor, searching for his place among mortals. But his path was filled with danger - only his courage would show him the way. Before the man became the legend, before the legend became the myth, came the greatest adventure of all.
Hercules: Well, that'll keep the tourists out.
Hercules: Should have brought marshmallows.
~*~
Discord: Greetings, Ares.
Ares: Discord. How's King Aeson doing?
Discord: He grows weaker and weaker. Let me finish him off, Ares, please? I haven't killed a monarch in centuries.
Ares: No, no, no, no, sister. We need him alive a tad longer. You care to spin a wheel?
Discord: Maybe later. There's other news - about our half brother, Hercules.
Ares: Father's bastard? Haven't given him a thought in years.
Discord: He plays in your temple, even as we speak.
Ares: Hmmm. He's probably after that urn I stole from Zeus. The little runt is trying to score points with Dad.
Discord: Not so little. He's eighteen now. Tall, exceptionally strong, and actually quite handsome. Let me go rip his face off.
Ares: No need. Oh, he can enter the cave, but he'll never exit. Remember - I designed it.
~*~
Hercules: This'll get Zeus's attention.
Hercules: Hm. Guess I beat Ares's security system.
Hercules: That is a big snake.
Hercules: That's gotta hurt. Not as much as that would've.
Hercules: Oops. Yah!
Hercules: Guess you're not so bright after all, huh?
Hercules: Ah! That's attractive.
~*~
Jeweler: Ah, ah-ah! Aaah-ah!
Jeweler: Oh! Oh no! What do I do?
Off-screen shopkeeper: ...amulets! Amulets sold here!
Iolaus: Why?
Jeweler: I don't know.
Jeweler: Help! Help, somebody! Get a doctor! No, no, get an undertaker! I'll get him, never mind! He's bleeding all over my jewels! All over my cart!
~*~
Iolaus: That is the last time I use a pig's bladder.
Cradus: A handful? Bagful? I-Iolaus, how is this fair?
Iolaus: Hey, I died for this stuff, huh?
~*~
Alcmene: What's going on?
Jeweler: Uh-uh, nothing! I mean, well, I got robbed before. Thief got half my inventory!
Alcmene: No, I mean over there.
Jeweler: Hm? Oh. Some kid stole something from the temple of Ares.
Alcmene: Hercules!
~*~
Iolaus: Later.
~*~
Alcmene: You took the property of a god?
Hercules: No! It doesn't belong to Ares. It belongs to Zeus. He stole it.
Iolaus: Don't worry. I'll take it.
Hercules: No!
Iolaus: It's mine!
Hercules: Iolaus, let go!
Hercules: Oops.
Hercules: Hold on, mother!
Alcmene: Hercules! Do something! Save Iolaus!
Alcmene: Now!
Hercules: Give me your hand!
Hercules: Hold on!
Iolaus: What are you doing up here?
Alcmene: Hercules! Get down now!
Iolaus: You heard your mom.
Hercules: Hang on!
Iolaus: Aw, you like me. You really like me.
~*~
Alcmene: Do you know the meaning of the word forbidden?
Hercules: Uh oh. Here comes the, uh, 'You're Wasting Your Life' speech, again? Mom, how was I supposed to know there was a cyclone inside of the urn?
Alcmene: Oh! When you're not staring up at Mount Olympus, you're dreaming up new schemes to get the attention of your father.
Hercules: That's not all I do.
Alcmene: Hercules, be honest with yourself! Zeus fathered you - and then abandoned you. Now, I know that hurts, and you're trying to prove yourself to him. But sometimes you jeopardize others.
Hercules: It's not intentional. Zeus doesn't care about me, so why should I spend my time thinking about him?
Alcmene: Because I know you long to take your place as his son.
Hercules: Not really.
Alcmene: You have to remember that you're half mortal.
Hercules: Yeah. Stuck between heaven and earth. I guess there's no place for me anywhere.
Alcmene: Yes, there is. To whom much is given, much is asked. You have to learn to use the powers that you have. Go to Cheiron at the Academy.
Hercules: Power? Ares has power, okay? He showed me that today. My father must be laughing at me.
Alcmene: When Iphicles left, it broke my heart. He was-
Hercules: -jealous of me, I know. Because I'm a half-god. I would give anything to be like him - an ordinary man.
Alcmene: And now I'm losing my other son. Go to Cheiron. He's wise. He'll teach you.
Hercules: Everything I need to know I can learn from you.
Alcmene: No. No, it's time.
~*~
Hercules: Excuse me.
Jason: Yeah?
Hercules: Can you tell me where I can find Cheiron?
Jason: Sure. I'm Jason.
Hercules: Hercules.
Jason: Follow me.
Jason: Cheiron should be in there somewhere.
Hercules: Thanks.
Cheiron: The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.
Hercules: That's a pretty good observation. For a janitor.
Cheiron: Well, a wheel has many spokes.
Hercules: Hm. And birds have wings, dogs paws, and bulls horns, even. But you knew that.
Cheiron: Why did you come here?
Hercules: It was my mother's idea. Which frankly I'm beginning to wonder about. Now, look at these guys over here. I mean, when is that ever going to happen in real life? This is a huge waste of time.
Cheiron: Time makes all men equals, doesn't it?
Hercules: Do you always talk in riddles? Don't answer that. I'm looking for the world-famous Cheiron.
Cheiron: I'm Cheiron.
Hercules: No.
Cheiron: Yes. And you're Hercules. Son of Zeus. Alcmene's child.
Hercules: Look, no offense, but uh, I was told that, uh, you were a great warrior. I mean, what can I learn from you? I mean, how to-how to pull a chariot?
Cheiron: No offense taken.
~*~
Jason: Supper's at dusk. Lanterns out at eight. Morning bell is at four o'clock.
Hercules: Four? That's for farmers with cows.
Jason: And cadets with a purpose.
Hercules: Yeah, well, my only purpose here is to impress my father.
Jason: Oh! Well, most everyone here is the son of somebody. Is your father wealthy?
Hercules: Ah, he has resources.
Jason: Is he, uh, powerful?
Hercules: Not in the ordinary kind of way.
Jason: Politics?
Hercules: He's fairly well connected. What about your father?
Jason: Ah, he's a politician. Aeson, king of Corinth. Hey, here's your bunk.
Hercules: Oh, great. I haven't slept in a bed in weeks.
Jason: I wouldn't get too comfortable there.
Hercules: Why?
Jason: No rest during training hours. Sorry. Um, that's Alcestor, Mikos, Thamus, Liardus...
Liardus: Welcome.
Jason: ...Enyo, and now I'd like you to meet your training partner The fellow you'll be spending every minute of every day with. Hercules, this is...
Hercules: Iolaus?
Iolaus: It took you two weeks to get here? I've seen faster turtles.
Hercules: Yeah, as they passed you by on the road, I'm sure.
Iolaus: Oh, I'm laughing.
Jason: Hey guys, guys, let's hit the track, huh?
Hercules: How'd you get in here? Steal Cheiron's key?
Iolaus: No. He wants me to keep an eye on you.
Hercules: Yeah, well, with me as your training partner, you'll wish you never showed up.
~*~
Cheiron: Know your comrades. The deeper your knowledge, the greater your trust.
Iolaus: You heard the centaur. 'Knowledge brings trust.'
Hercules: Guess you don't know me well enough.
Cheiron: You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger.
Cadet: Way to go, Iolaus!
~*~
Cheiron: Know your comrade. The better your knowledge, the deeper your trust.
Iolaus: Kay, now, you heard Cheiron. Knowledge brings trust. Okay?
Hercules: Yeah. I guess you don't know me that well.
Cheiron: You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger.
~*~
Jason: The point is to be the last man standing. And remember, balance is the key.
Iolaus: Ooo. Looks like Hercules is a little off-key.
Iolaus: Balance... Is... Key! Thank you!
Cheiron: Respect all warriors, friend or foe. You're on thin ice, Iolaus.
~*~
Iolaus: Thin ice? That four-footed know-it-all. No offense. Oh man, how can you guys live like this? Really! It's everywhere.
Iolaus: What are you upset about, huh? I'm breaking you out of here too.
Hercules: Now what if he doesn't want to go?
Iolaus: Well, he'll have to live with it. Now if you'll just get out of my way.
Hercules: I don't think so, partner. I'm not taking the blame for you again.
Iolaus: Again?
Hercules: Yeah. First the twister, now tomorrow morning there's going to be a horse and a jackass missing.
Iolaus: I'm only taking the horse.
Hercules: Yeah, I know.
Iolaus: Move, or I'll give you a horseshoe tattoo.
Hercules: It's your life. Well, good luck. I'm just concerned about your well-being.
Iolaus: Well, it's the thought that counts.
Hercules: You're dead.
Iolaus: Not yet.
Iolaus: This is where I wanted to be in the first place.
Hercules: How does that taste?
Hercules: Can we help you?
Yvenna: Do I look like I need help?
Hercules: Um, we thought you were lost.
Iolaus: Yeah. This is Cheiron's Academy.
Yvenna: And you must be the grossly inept stable boys.
Hercules: Here. Let me help you with that.
Yvenna: There must be manure in your ears. I said I don't need help. Ever.
Iolaus: Oh. Well. I guess we don't even need to tell you where the guest quarters are.
Yvenna: No, because I'll be staying in the barracks. I'm a cadet.
Iolaus: A cadet? Well, you can't be a cadet. I mean, you're... you're...
Hercules: ...short.
Yvenna: Short, eh? Not only are you covered with it, you're also full of it.
Iolaus: She stepped on me.
~*~
Cheiron: You'll learn the value of the team. Surrendering yourself to the one self. Go.
Mikos: It's a girl!
Cadet: Oh yeah!
Cadet: Maybe she's somebody's sister?
Iolaus: I'm only cooperating because you didn't tell Cheiron about last night.
Hercules: Yeah, well, listen. Don't do me any favors, pal.
Yvenna: Well, well. You two clean up fairly well for manure handlers.
Hercules: Whoops. Uh, heh, sorry, I forgot. No help.
Iolaus: Right. Sorry.
Cadet: Oh yeah!
Cadet: How'd she do that?
Hercules: You know, Iolaus, she doesn't need any help.
Cheiron: Cadets! Resume the exercises!
Jason: Alright. Let's go! Come on!
~*~
Cheiron: These night sessions of yours have brought much improvement.
Hercules: You surprised me.
Cheiron: Always anticipate the unexpected. Good work, Hercules.
Hercules: This was my little secret.
Cheiron: Now it's ours. Here.
Hercules: What's this for?
Cheiron: You're ready to progress to the next level. Do it blindfolded.
Hercules: You don't ever quit, do you?
Cheiron: Never, never, never quit! Left foot forward. Right foot back. Left foot forward. Again.
~*~
Yvenna: What are you doing here? Did you follow me?
Hercules: No, I didn't! I'm taking a bath.
Yvenna: Well, I was going to bathe here.
Hercules: Well, e-excuse me. I didn't realize it was a women's only lake. I'll leave.
Yvenna: No, no, I told Cheiron I expect to be treated like one of the guys.
Hercules: Well, you're not like any guy I know, so, it's okay. I-I'll come back later.
Yvenna: Suit yourself.
Hercules: If you'll just... turn around?
Yvenna: Me? Turn my back on you? Never. Besides, um, I've been to Athens. I've seen statues. I mean, and we're both mature cadets here, right?
Runner: You there! Help me!
Hercules: What is it?
Runner: I must find Jason of Corinth! It's urgent!
~*~
Iolaus: What does it say?
Hercules: Your father's been unconscious for two weeks. Strength diminishes daily. Have tried all available medicines. Corinth is in disarray. Request immediate return.
Jason: This is unbelievable. I saw him two months ago. He was fine.
Hercules: It's best for you to return home as quick as possible.
Jason: Especially if the city is in chaos. It's my duty.
Iolaus: You mean Jason might become king?
Hercules: What's the matter with you?
Iolaus: Hey, Jase, hey, um. You're going to need advisors. And I've got my finger right on the public pulse.
Hercules: Yeah, and you'd steal it if you could.
Jason: Hey, I don't want to think about the throne now.
Hercules: Jason, I wanna go with you.
Iolaus: Yeah. I'm in. I always wanted to be a personal friend of a king. Hopefully. Well, not hopefully...
Jason: Iolaus, hey, I'm the same as I always was.
Iolaus: Yeah yeah yeah, of course. But with power.
Hercules: Jason, we don't need him.
Iolaus: Ah, yes you do.
Hercules: No, we don't.
Iolaus: Yes you do.
Hercules: No, we don't.
Iolaus: Yes, you do.
Hercules: No, we don't, but thank you for asking--
Iolaus: Yes, you do. Oh, well, excuse me mister high and mighty--
Jason: Guys! Put aside your differences, all right? 'Cause I need both of you. So let's go.
~*~
Iolaus: Jason, when you're king, we won't eat like this.
Jason: When I'm king. I don't even want to think about life without my father.
Hercules: You'll get used to it, trust me.
Jason: He's always been there for me.
Iolaus: Yeah, my dad was there for me about... three weeks out of every year. The rest of the time he was off fighting some war. I mean, I hardly recognize him out of armor.
Jason: When I was a boy, he used to take me fishing. Taught me how to wrestle. Once we even dove off the cliffs at Delos.
Hercules: Really? Wish I had that.
Iolaus: So? I never did things with my old man and look how I turned out. Anyways, it's not Amphitryon's fault he died while you were young.
Hercules: Amphitryon wasn't my father.
Iolaus: Whoa! Did your mother keep that quiet. So who's your real dad?
Hercules: It doesn't make any difference.
Iolaus: Aw, come on... do I know him?
Hercules: No.
Iolaus: Is he in the village?
Hercules: No.
Iolaus: Have I met him?
Hercules: No. I haven't even met him.
Iolaus: I guess that makes you a--
Jason: Whoa! No no no! Hey, uh, have you ever tried to see him?
Hercules: No. Maybe one of these days.
Jason: What were you thinking?
Iolaus: What? What? What did I say?
~*~
Ares: Still hanging in there, Aeson? Very noble of you. Almost... kingly.
Artisan: Lord Pelias?
Ares-as-Pelias: Uh oh.
Artisan: King Pelias? That is to say, king, when the other king is no longer the king and you are the king at last, and a good king...
Ares-as-Pelias: And?
Artisan: The work proceeds on your statue, Lord Pelias. We will be finished in two weeks' time.
Ares-as-Pelias: Two weeks?
Artisan: We are not married to two weeks. We could step it up.
Ares-as-Pelias: I had hoped to unveil it at the king's funeral... that could be any day now. Finish it quickly, or you will join the others at the gate.
Artisan: I have a cousin, he's very good, he's got a brother who is very good at this work, I could get them--
Ares: Just go!
Artisan: Yes, my lord.
Ares: Stupid, helpless, incompetent mortals.
Discord: Why do you pretend to be Aeson's long-lost brother, Pelias? Let them know you're Ares and lay waste to this place.
Ares: What, the slaughter of so many innocents? You know, it's not a bad idea. Ah, perhaps later.
Discord: Did I mention your plan is unfolding like a black rose? Jason's on his way here.
Ares: Tell me Hercules is with him.
Discord: Consider yourself told. Now let me ambush them on the road and send them packing to the Other Side!
Ares: You are such a firebrand! How easily you forget, sister. Our dear half brother cannot be killed at the hand of either one of us - by order of Zeus.
Discord: I'll do it quickly. He might never know.
Ares: Patience. If Hercules is tragically killed, along with his heroic friends, in an untimely... hideous... bloody accident...
Discord: I love it when you talk like that. And I've arranged one.
Ares: Pretty sneaky, sis. What have you done?
Discord: Only sent out the welcome wagon.
~*~
Iolaus: Are we almost there? I mean, where's the red carpet? The food? The wine? The nubile young women?
Hercules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, shut up a sec.
Iolaus: What?
Hercules: Here comes the welcoming committee.
Henchman 1: I'll kill you!
Henchman 2: Go, go, go!
Hercules: Get back, Iolaus!
Jason: Let's go! Let's go!
Iolaus: Go! Watch out!
Hercules: Back up! Back up! I've got an idea! Back up, you guys!
Hercules: Who sent you?! You better start talking - it's a bumpy road.
Henchman 2: Your uncle, Pelias.
Jason: Pelias is dead!
Henchman 2: Pelias is king!
~*~
Jason: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Hercules: Jason, when was the last time you saw your uncle?
Jason: My father said he died in battle when I was a baby. That's Zandarus. That's my father's most trusted advisor.
Guard: No one in, no one out. Pelias's orders.
Guards: Yes, sir!
Hercules: Okay, I count three guys at the gate. Let's take them.
Jason: No. No, I don't want any more of my people killed.
Iolaus: Well, digging a tunnel might be a little time consuming. You guys got any of that soup left?
Hercules: Soup? Iolaus, we just ate.
Iolaus: Guys, work with me.
~*~
Iolaus: Ninety-nine goatskins of wine on the wall... Ninety-nine goatskins of-
Guard: What have we got here?
Iolaus: -wine on the wall...
Guard: He's drunk.
Iolaus: Ninety-nine goatskins of wine... ON... THE... WALL! Yeah! Yeeah!!
Guard: Go away.
Iolaus: Ooo, hey! Just the one.. two... six guys I wanted to see! Now, uh, you two, you come join me for a drink. And, uh, you two can join me as well, because those two... ARE BUYING! My hat!
Guard: Move on, or spend the night in jail. The gates are closed.
Iolaus: Come on! I love you guys, I really do! Ooo, you shouldn't have done that. Here comes lunch.
Guard: You disgusting, filthy... Huh?
~*~
Jason: Father? Father? Father... He's alive... He's alive. Father, can you hear me? Father, it's Jason.
Ares-as-Pelias: Who disturbs the king?
Jason: Jason, son of the king.
Ares-as-Pelias: My dear nephew! I'm your uncle, Pelias.
Jason: W-what have you done with my father?
Ares-as-Pelias: Done? Only summoned Corinth's finest physicians. Sadly, to no avail. We all die, Jason.
Jason: What ails him?
Ares-as-Pelias: None could say. It would take the Golden Fleece itself to save him.
Jason: The finest physicians, huh?
Ares-as-Pelias: I can understand you must be hurting, but what about my loss? Not being near my beloved brother for all this time, just to have him cruelly snatched away from me.
Hercules: Where were you?
Ares-as-Pelias: Eight years as a prisoner of war. I finally escaped, and these last twelve years I've been lost at sea.
Iolaus: That's a pretty big sea.
Jason: Why are soldiers in the city?
Ares-as-Pelias: A time of chaos. With great sadness, I had to restore order and assume the throne.
Iolaus: Yeah, well, you can cheer up, because he's here to claim his birthright.
Jason: In the name of my father.
Ares-as-Pelias: Oh, I wish your father agreed. 'I, King Aeson, being of sound mind and failing body, do hereby name as the successor to my throne my brother, Pelias.'
Jason: You forced him to write that! You forced him to write that!
Ares-as-Pelias: You call me a traitor? You attack the acting king? These are death offenses!
Hercules: You wouldn't dare!
Ares-as-Pelias: No... But I'd like to. Banishment! Escort them out of the city.
Jason: Father! Get your hands off me!
~*~
Jason: I'm not leaving my father in the hands of Pelias! Get off! You'll have to kill me!!!
Hercules: Listen! What's the most important thing right now?
Jason: Saving my father.
Hercules: Then let's save him! Let's get the Golden Fleece!
Iolaus: What's the Golden Fleece?
~*~
Jason: Impossible!
Hercules: We get back to the Academy, we'll recruit some cadets and set sail for Korsenia.
Iolaus: Korsenia?
Jason: Do you realize how many men have died trying to obtain it?
Iolaus: What's the Golden Fleece?
~*~
Jason: It can't be done, Hercules. It's a dream.
Hercules: Let's make it come true. I'd save my father if I had the chance.
Jason: You're out of your mind.
Iolaus: Guys, what is the Golden Fleece?
~*~
Hercules: It's the skin of a ram, made out of pure gold.
Iolaus: Whoa, pure gold? I'm in.
Hercules: It was sacrificed to my father by a king named Phrixis. Now, the gold is meaningless. Now, the real power of the fleece is that it can cure any illness.
Jason: Wait a second. 'Sacrificed to my father'? Are you trying to tell us that your father is Zeus? I was right. You are out of your mind.
Hercules: I swear it on the life of my mother.
Iolaus: Oh, man. Well, I see why Alcmene kept that news under her hat. You know, and all these years I just thought it was heavy weightlifting.
Hercules: Shut up.
Jason: Look. Son of a god or not, it is far too dangerous. We could be killed.
Iolaus: Oh. You know, Herc, if Jase says it can't be done, it can't be done. Next idea.
Hercules: Iolaus is just scared...
Iolaus: Hey hey hey! Don't call me a coward! Son of Zeus or not, I'll go anywhere you go!
Hercules: ...but you and I, we can pull this off. We get the golden fleece, we get rid of Pelias, and we can save your father.
Jason: And Corinth.
Iolaus: Look, the gods have to be looking after us with Hercules aboard.
Jason: If we do this, we do it right.
Hercules: Let's do it.
Iolaus: I'm in.
~*~
Hercules: Six of us, plus Mikos and Alcestor.
Jason: Good. Provisions?
Liardus: I'm on kitchen duty.
Jason: Weapons?
Hercules: I've got mine right here.
Iolaus: I can get swords.
Jason: What about transportation?
Yvenna: My uncle owns The Argos.
Cheiron: Pair off for wrestling!
Hercules: You can get a ship?
Yvenna: Yeah. But you didn't even ask me on this mission.
Hercules: I was going to. Really.
Yvenna: Sure.
Hercules: No, I promise. You're one of the best warriors I've seen.
Yvenna: Yeah, I'd bet you'd say just about anything to get what you want right now.
Hercules: No, wait. Come with us. We need you.
Yvenna: Well, I'll think about it.
~*~
Cadet: Got the supplies?
Cadet: Yeah.
Cadet: Ready? Let's go!
Hercules: Thanks for coming.
Yvenna: I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Iolaus: I can't believe we got past horse-man.
Cheiron: That would be me, I presume. No, I won't stop you. Do what you must do. The gods go with you. Hercules! Are you doing this for purely selfless reasons? Or does Hercules, son of Zeus, have a personal agenda?
Hercules: What if I do?
Cheiron: Then you'll never succeed.
~*~
Dockworker: Get those barrels loaded!
Jason: Where is this guy? Are we going to wait around here all night?
Yvenna: Look, My uncle Argus won't let me down.
Attica: Excuse me. Coming through. Gangway!
Yvenna: Oh no.
Attica: Gangway. That's pretty funny. Gangway, get it? Gang? Captain Attica at your service.
Yvenna: Where's Uncle Argus?
Attica: Daddy couldn't make it. Scurvy. I only have a mild case of it. Only kidding! You're all in good hands. Let's go aboard! Whoa! It's okay! Everything's okay! Just doing a routine check to see if there's any leaks. Just go on aboard, don't worry about me! Just help yourself to anything on board the ship and sail it if you like it
~*~
Discord: They've set sail for Korsenia.
Ares: See, sis? Patience brings rewards. I told you Hercules would go after the fleece. He's still desperate to prove himself to Dad.
Discord: Nine cadets in all. Without Cheiron.
Ares: Perfect! Lambs to the slaughter. You know, when I think of all the heroes that I'm dispatching at once, it's... beautiful. But what to wear to the funeral?
Discord: So now I can bait the trap?
Ares: You want your brother, don't you? Well, go get him.
~*~
Hercules: You look uneasy. Seasick?
Yvenna: I wish that's what it was.
Hercules: Well, I understand. I mean, we're all scared about what lies ahead.
Yvenna: No, it's... it's more like what's been left behind. Hercules, there's... something you should know about me. I'm not what you think.
Hercules: What do you mean?
Attica: Hey, you two idlers! Yvenna, trim that jib! Hercules, swab the deck. We'll have no lay-abouts on my watch!
~*~
Iolaus: So I tell him, 'Hercules, don't touch the urn! Just don't touch it!' But does he listen? No. Instead, he drops it, and out comes this massive twister, sucks him right up! I'm thinking, 'Act fast, Iolaus! Act fast!'
Enyo: Yeah, and then what happened?
Iolaus: Jason? Why the child-size portions?
Jason: We're rationing the food. Just to be on the safe side. Thamus, you're at the wheel. Go relieve Liardus.
Enyo: So then what happened? How did you rescue Hercules from the twister?
Iolaus: Whoa. Oh, no, really... it's... So, Yvenna. The Academy. Why?
Yvenna: It's not important.
Hercules: No, we'd like to hear.
Iolaus: Yeah. Come on.
Jason: Tell us.
Yvenna: Well... not long ago, my village was attacked by marauders. We fought hard... but many were killed and the rest remain slaves. I watched my own mother die, and I vowed to avenge her death... and free my people.
Hercules: I'm sorry.
Jason: Well, if you have your own mission, why are you with us?
Yvenna: It's personal. Once we obtain the fleece, then I'll know I'm ready.
Iolaus: Oh man, I would love to have seen how many raiders you took out. I'll bet they didn't see that coming, especially from a... from a... from a short person.
Iolaus: What? What?
Jason: Real smooth.
Iolaus: What? What? What did I do? Jase, why are you looking at me?
~*~
Hercules: Hey, um...
Yvenna: What do you want?
Hercules: I just... wanted to apologize for Iolaus. I mean, he says stupid things sometimes. He can't help it.
Yvenna: It's... it's just nerves. I'll go relieve Alcestor on the watch.
Hercules: Wait. Something's bothering you. Do you wanna talk about it?
Yvenna: It's nothing. Just never mind.
Hercules: You know, it's okay to need people. Once in a while.
Yvenna: I wasn't truthful back there. When my village was attacked... I ran and hid in the woods. From there I watched the death of my whole family. I didn't do anything. I was too afraid.
Hercules: It's the past. It's gone. Let it go. If you had stayed you would have been killed too. I'm glad you didn't.
Yvenna: If I can help get the fleece, then I'll know I’m ready to go back and free my people. I pray that the gods will forgive me.
Hercules: This time I know it'll be different.
Yvenna: I hope you're right.
~*~
Cadet: What's that sound?
Iolaus: Jason!
Cadet: Where's it coming from?
Iolaus: Jason!
Cadet: It's coming from over there!
Jason: Do you guys hear that? Thamus, what is that?
Thamus: Sounds like a woman, man.
Iolaus: Woman?!
Hercules: It's coming from the island.
Jason: That's Ithra. But it's supposed to be uninhabited.
Iolaus: Whoa! Drop anchor! Female in distress!
Hercules: We can't stop now. I'm on a mission.
Jason: We're all on a mission.
Iolaus: Okay, you keep talking. Let's take the dinghy!
Hercules: Jason, I say we press on.
Yvenna: Hercules, if that woman really needs help...
Jason: We're going ashore.
Iolaus: Whoo-hoo!
Jason: We're going ashore! Thamus and Attica, you stay aboard.
~*~
Iolaus: She's mine!
Jason: Were you shipwrecked?
Liardus: Are you hurt?
Thamus: Are you stranded?
Iolaus: Are you available?
~*~
Iolaus: Food! No more mini meals!
Enyo: Mmm. It's like no other wine!
Liardus: Yeah!
Iolaus: Thank you! Thank you very much!
Jason: I think the gods planned this.
Hercules: That's what I'm afraid of.
~*~
Hercules: Maybe I was wrong.
Yvenna: Looks like the guys are having fun...
Hercules: When in Ithra...
Liardus: It's mine!
Jason: Who are you yelling at?! I'm the leader!
Liardus: No, it's mine!
Hercules: Do you feel kinda weird? Jason!
Iolaus: Get off me!
Hercules: Iolaus! Defend yourself!
~*~
Iolaus: What happened? Last thing I remember is... you trying to run me through with your sword.
Hercules: Yeah, well, I was hoping you'd knock me out.
Iolaus: Oh, great. So if I'd missed, I would have been a shish kebab. Come on, rise and shine.
Yvenna: Hercules? My wrist... What happened last night?
Hercules: You don't remember?
Yvenna: Just the first part. You and... me... oh.
Jason: Where's that strange girl?
Hercules: Probably out looking for more victims.
Jason: We'd better get out of here. Where are the others?
Liardus: O-out there.
Hercules: Alcestor! No!
Iolaus: They're dead.
Hercules: This was what she wanted for all of us. To kill each other.
Jason: We'll bury them with the honor they deserve.
Iolaus: I knew this trip was doomed. Now we're all in jeopardy. This is all your fault, Hercules!
Hercules: Mine? You're the one who wanted to rescue her!
Iolaus: Well, you're the one who wanted the fleece!
Hercules: Yeah, for Jason's father!
Iolaus: Or for yours!
Yvenna: Iolaus, are you forgetting that because of Hercules, we're all alive?
Iolaus: Not all of us.
Jason: Hey, that's enough. Now you guys stop arguing right now.
Iolaus: The gods are angry because of him. It's like when I was almost killed in that twister - I've seen it before! I say we turn back.
Jason: We go on. For my father's sake. And for theirs.
~*~
Discord: I was this close to killing him.
Ares: But you showed admirable restraint. You never were one for flowers.
Discord: I hate losing! I hate it!
Ares: Don't you see, sister? You can never really enjoy winning if you haven't lost. I revel in the anticipation of final victory.
Discord: Oh? Hercules bests you - for the second time - and it doesn't bother you at all?
Ares: He's won a battle, a skirmish. It's like a board game. Hercules has defeated one of my lesser pieces, and my queen, whom I dearly love. I have other pieces, other moves.
Massage Girls: Ready for your massage, Lord Pelias?
Ares: She needs it more than I do.
Discord: You're so generous.
Ares: You're so high maintenance.
~*~
Yvenna: I couldn't sleep.
Hercules: Join the party.
Yvenna: Look, stop blaming yourself for what happened back on Ithra.
Hercules: Why is it that you always think you know what I think about?
Yvenna: You know, somebody told me before that once in a while it's okay to need someone.
Hercules: Cheiron warned me that doing this for a selfish reason meant failure. Because of me the whole voyage is doomed.
Yvenna: I want to avenge my family's death. That's selfish.
Hercules: No. No, you want to help people. That's noble, but it's not for me.
Yvenna: Right. The guy who saved all of us back there in the cave.
Hercules: Only from the danger I put you in.
Jason: Korsenia's off the starboard bow, we should be there by sunrise.
Hercules: Better expect the worst.
Yvenna: Why?
Jason: Legend has it that the fleece hangs in a pagoda on the island.
Hercules: And doom awaits all those foolish enough to try and take it.
Iolaus: There was this... this huge wave! It came out of nowhere! It swept Enyo overboard... I would have gone with him, but my foot was caught in the rigging!
Hercules: Okay, get on the wheel, we can turn the boat around.
Iolaus: He's gone.
Hercules: Look, come on, we can get..
Iolaus: He's gone!
Hercules: What are you talking about?
Iolaus: He. Is. Gone!
Jason: We're not even on the island yet.
Iolaus: That's the third time you almost got me killed!
Yvenna: Well, you're still alive, so pull yourself together. Look, we all knew this was dangerous coming in.
Iolaus: Oh, I don't mind facing danger. But let it be mine. I don't want to face your demons!
~*~
Hercules: Father. I am afraid. Not for me, but for the people that I dragged along with me. Don't let them die. I'm your son, Zeus. You loved my mother once, have you none for me? Fine. Disown me. Destroy me if you will - but give me a sign that you know who I am. Answer me!
~*~
Hercules: Woah. The golden fleece. So it is true.
Iolaus: Ah, come on. I can take that with my eyes closed.
Jason: Go get it.
Hercules: Yeah. Yeah, we-we'll cover you.
Iolaus: See? What did I tell you? Piece of baklava.
Jason: What is that? An earthquake?
Talos: Give me my fleece!
Yvenna: Run! Let's get out of here!
Jason: I-I don't think he's afraid of us, guys.
Hercules: Are you kidding me? We're like mice to a cat.
Iolaus: A really, really big cat.
Talos: Give me the fleece!
Hercules: Keep moving!
Jason: What do we do?
Iolaus: Tell him he's got the wrong pagoda?
Hercules: Oh, that's funny.
Yvenna: Hey! Over here! Come and get us! Hey!
Cadet: Watch out!
Yvenna: Take this!
Jason: Nice shot!
Hercules: That's the giant's weak spot. Right between the eyes.
Jason: Right.
Iolaus: How do we get up there?
Hercules: You don't. You bring it down.
Jason: Is he dead?
Iolaus: Yeah.
Jason: Uh oh. He's still kicking!
Iolaus: Yeah.
Talos: That hurt!
Yvenna: Hey! Is this what you want? Why don't you come and get it, you major case of bad breath?
Talos: Give me the fleece!
Hercules: Yvenna, no! The barrel, the barrel, get the barrel!
Talos: If you don't give me the fleece, I'll crush you!
Hercules: Get on!
Talos: Give it to me!
Yvenna: You kiss your mother with that mouth?
Hercules: Nooo! Get on there! Get on there!
Jason and Iolaus: Whoa!
Hercules: Yvenna.
Jason: Go get the fleece. Go get the fleece!
Hercules: GO!
Yvenna: I didn't run.
Hercules: No. You're a hero.
Yvenna: Promise me.
Hercules: What? Iolaus!
Yvenna: Promise... me.
Jason: It's too late. It's too late, Hercules.
~*~
Jason: May they receive you warmly in the Elysian Fields. You died a warrior, Yvenna.
Iolaus: I'm sorry. And, also, for what I said before. About doing this for your father.
Hercules: I don't care about him, Iolaus. Or any of the damn gods. I don't care about any of it.
~*~
Discord: They're coming back.
Ares: Hmmm. A draw.
Discord: Did you hear me? The charade's over. Hercules returns with the fleece and I swear, this time? I'll kill him.
Ares: Stay out of this, Discord. Go back to Mount Olympus.
Discord: No! I don't want to!
Ares: I said, go! Now it's brother against brother. Endgame.
~*~
Jason: Leave him alone!
Ares-as-Pelias: Jason!
Jason: This will cure my father.
Ares-as-Pelias: Oh, that wass my fevent prayer.
Iolaus: Get off the bed.
Jason: Talk to me, Father. Father, it's Jason. Father? Father, can you hear me? Father, talk to me!
Iolaus: Maybe it was just a myth?
Jason: Father, live! Please, Father! Live!
Aeson: Jason. My son.
Jason: It's a miracle! From the gods!
Ares-as-Pelias: Well, the gods give, the gods take away.
Jason: Nooo!
Ares-as-Pelias: That's for killing Talos, my giant.
Hercules: Who are you?
Ares: I'm your long-lost half brother. Soon to be mourning your death.
Hercules: Ares? Why Jason?! This is between you and me!
Ares: Because you came under Father's special protection!
Hercules: The special protection of Zeus?
Ares: Himself. Get ready to rumble, little brother!
Hercules: Let the others go.
Ares: Done. And you can go as well. To the Other Side!
Hercules: I'm up for the challenge, brother.
Ares: Challenge? You're not even a diversion.
Iolaus: I'm going after Herc.
Ares: I hate that guy. Hey. I'm beginning to think you don't like me.
Hercules: What gives you that idea?
Ares: Come on!
Iolaus: Come on! Come on, Herc! C'mon, come on big guy! Pick up a pole! Come on, Herc! Come on, Herc! Come on!
Ares: You want some of this? Come on!
Iolaus: Nooooo!
Hercules: Iolaus! Iolaus, I can't see!
Ares: Don't worry, little brother. I'll be quick.
Iolaus: Herc! Hang on, buddy! Here I come!
Hercules: Iolaus?
Iolaus: Yeah, buddy.
Hercules: If you're going to be my eyes, I'd rather you face the right way.
Iolaus: Okay. Right foot forward. Right foot forward. Right foot more forward!!
Hercules: Never...
Iolaus: Right foot back!
Hercules: Never...
Iolaus: Whoa! Right foot out! Right foot up!
Hercules: Quit!
Iolaus: Wow! You're good!
Ares: Now put your foot in your mouth!
Hercules: Iolaus! I can see! Jump!
Ares: Nooooo!
Iolaus: You got him, Hercules!
Hercules: Iolaus! Jump!
Ares: Nooooo! This is only the beginning, Hercules!
~*~
Hercules: Easy, easy, easy. The fleece, get the fleece! Hang in there buddy. Okay, okay.
Iolaus: Hang in there buddy, Hang in there. Did it work? It worked! Power of the fleece!
~*~
Hercules: I'm very sorry about your father, Jason. I know you'll be a good king.
Jason: I only hope to rule the way he did. Hey, maybe you'll meet your father, Hercules.
Hercules: We'll see.
Jason: Stay for the corination.
Hercules: The people of Yvenna's villiage are still suffering. I think that's what she wanted me to do.
Jason: So you do want to be a hero, huh?
Hercules: Maybe.
Jason: Maybe. Take care of yourself.
Hercules: So long, Jason.
Jason: So long, Hercules.
Hercules: What are you doing?
Iolaus: I'm coming with you.
Hercules: Heh, I don't think so.
Iolaus: There's not much future in this whole 'thief' thing. Besides... you need me. Partner.
Hercules: Partner?
Iolaus: Yeah. You can't pick up a pebble with only one finger. I'm your thumb.
Hercules: I work alone, Iolaus.
Iolaus: Not anymore, big guy. I cover your back, you cover me. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. We share everything. Except for the girls.
Hercules: What if we run into a three-headed monster? Do we share that?
Iolaus: Three-headed monster. When's that gonna happen?