Hades responded. He ran a hand nervously through his dark curls. âI think we need to figure a way out of this.â
âYes,â the woman said sharply. âYou do.â
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Demeter stood in the middle of the open meadow with both hands clenched in her hair and her heart torn with anguish. Of all of the things that could have befallen her daughter, this had never, ever occurred to her. That Kore might, in some childish fit of pique, run awayâyes, that she had thought of, and put barriers around her own small domain so that Kore would be turned back from them if she tried to cross. She had carefully kept Kore out of sight of the other gods once she began to mature, so that none of them would have been tempted to steal her away. The lesson of Hebe was plain there; Zeus had fancied the child as a cupbearer, and whisked her off before her mother could say aye or nay.
So who, or what, had stolen her child? Where had she been taken?
She did not stand in anguish for long; if there was asingle being that knew, or could find out, everything that went on between heaven and earth, it was Hecate. Hecate was one of only a few Titans who had been permitted by Zeus to retain her power. To Hecate she would go, then.
With her thoughts in turmoil, and her heart in despair, she did not even notice that in her wake, the growing things were beginning to fade and droop.
She paused only long enough in her kitchen to gather up what she would need; the roast lamb from the supper Kore would not now eat, poppy-seed bread, red wine and honey. She caught up three torches and sped to the nearest crossroads, a meeting of two paths that her flocks and their shepherdesses used. With a flat rock for a table, the three torches driven into the ground around it and lit, Demeter laid out the meal, and waited, slow tears tracing hot paths down her cheeks.
As darkness fell, she heard the slow footfalls of three creatures approaching; two four-legged, one going on two feet.
Through the trees, a golden glow neared; as Demeter waited, holding her breath, the light took on the shape of a flame, the flame of a torch held high by a figure still obscured by distance and the intervening foliage and tree trunks.
Soon, though, that dark-robed figure paced slowly and deliberately through the trees; on either side of her was a huge dog. As she drew near, the stranger slowly removed the veil covering her head, revealing that she was a gravely beautiful woman of indeterminate age, taller than Demeter. It was Hecate. Demeterâs mouth was dry, and she could not manage to speak for a moment.
âWhat means this, sister?â Hecate asked. âWhy do you invoke me as if you were a mere mortal?â
âI did not know how else to call you quickly, elder sister,â Demeter whispered, and her voice broke on a sob. âOh, Hecate, it is my daughter, my Kore! She has been taken from me, and I do not know where nor how!â
Hecate blinked with surprise. âThis is a grave thing that you tell me,â she replied. âAnd a puzzling one, for I know you fenced your child about with great protections. Tell me what you know.â
While Demeter related the little that she knew, Hecate listened carefully. âI think,â she said at last, âthat we should go to Mount Olympus. If there is any being who would have seen your daughter stolen, it is Helios, and as the sun has set, he will be with the other gods, feasting.â
She held out her hand to Demeter. âCome. If Zeus has been up to some mischief, or countenanced it, he will not dare to deny the both of us combined.â
Demeter took Hecateâs hand, and Hecate passed the torch in front of her from left to right. The world blurred for a moment, and when it settled, they stood in the forecourt of Zeusâs palace.
But Zeus and the other gods were already occupiedâwith one very angry, and seemingly very powerful, mortal.
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