traveling balladeer looked hopefully at Hercules and Iolaus as they approached. âA song about a lost love, or a found one? About the perils of challenging the gods, or the triumphs?â he asked. âI take requests and it will surely brighten your journey.â
Hercules shook his head. âWe have no money,â he told the balladeer, âso your services would be wasted.â
The man pulled a face and lowered his lyre. âAh well, I appreciate your honesty, if not your custom,â he said and he continued on his way in the opposite direction to Hercules and Iolaus. As he passed them, Hercules spoke up.
âI fear thereâs nothing for you that way, minstrel,â he said.
The traveling singer halted and turned, his brows furrowing. âI was told there is a fishing villageââ he began, confused.
âThere is, but sadly itâs been abandoned,â Hercules told him.
A look of growing consternation appeared on the balladeerâs face. âIs there some plague doing the rounds that Iâve not heard of?â he muttered, shaking his head. âOr perhaps a curse? This would be the third village Iâve known thatâs been abandoned.â
Hercules and Iolaus started. âDid you sayâ?â Iolaus began.
âThird?â Hercules finished.
âYes,â the musician confirmed. âI happened upon one not three days ago in that directionââ and he pointed vaguely behind him, âand before then, on an island to the east, two weeks prior.â He sighed. âI tell you, it does not make it easy to make an honest living when oneâs audience has packed up the whole town and left.â
âWhere did you say these villages were?â Hercules asked. âWould you describe them for us?â
The balladeer nodded, and then a bright smile crossed his lips. âWould you like me to explain in the form of a song?â
It was Herculesâ and Iolausâ turn to sigh then. âIf you must,â Hercules said, âbut please donât leave out any details.â
The balladeer plucked at his lyre and began his song. ââ
Twas a bright and sunny morning when the stranger came to town . . .â
The best that could be said about the balladeerâs song was that it was inoffensive. The puns were admittedly dreadful and the rhymes occasionally left something to be desired. But by the end of the impromptu recital, Hercules and Iolaus had a clearer idea of what the singer had discovered. Added to their own discoveries, it made for a worrying scenario.
It was clear that the party street, as they had come to think of it, had appeared in a number of locations throughout the nearby islands. While the balladeer had only discovered two empty villages, he had happened upon one of those shortly after dawn and had heard the strains of music and laughter just before arriving in what had proved to be a silent, abandoned village. Which, as he sang, âmade as much sense as a hat made of grapesâ (rhyming with the promised âmerry japesâ of the preceding line).
Joined by the balladeer, who had wisely decided to make his way back the way that he had come, Hercules and Iolaus discussed what it could all mean.
âThis whole tale reeks of the supernatural,â Hercules complained. âThe use of a snareâthe partyâto trap unsuspecting people. Sailors have recited similar stories for years, with the harpies, the sirens and so on, all magical creatures hoping to lure the unwary.â
A few steps behind them, the balladeer perked up. âDid you say sirens?â he asked. âI know a song aboutââ
âNot now!â Iolaus instructed. Then, turning back to Hercules, he put the scant information they had together. âYou think this isnât so much Main Street as
Pain Street
?â
âThatâs what our musician friend here infers,â Hercules said solemnly.
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