be wary of,â Hercules told her. âIt is an insidious thing that drives men mad without their realizing.â
Zosime nodded, accepting his words. âYouâre a good man,â she said, âto say that. Most people wouldnât care.â
The days multiplied into weeks. Hercules and Iolaus became increasingly aware of the signs of the mysterious street partyâmissing people, empty houses, sorrowâand wherever they trekked they looked for them.
The villages that had been affected seemed to be of a uniform size, no haul larger than one hundred people at a time, and they were spread across a group of islands in the Aegean Sea. Hercules and Iolaus passed through several villages of that size, and heard the occasional rumor of more disappearances. One time they came upon a hamlet that had been abandoned some weeks before, enough time for wolves to settle there in the absence of people, and to defend their territory when the two humans tried to pass through.
âDisappearance upon disappearance,â Hercules said as he and Iolaus sat on an island beach after close to three weeks of searching. Above them, the late afternoon sun dawdled in the sky, searching for a place to retreat, while the gulls circled, crying for food. âAnd yet still, we are no closer to finding out why these streets have appeared, nor where they have departed to.â
âI donât know what else we can do,â Iolaus admitted, tossing a flat-bottomed stone across the water so that it skimmed over the waves. After three bounces, the stone sunk with a
plop.
âIf only we could watch every village,â Hercules said, âbut weâd need the fabled eyes of Argus for such a task.â
âOr a lot of mirrors,â Iolaus suggested, half-joking.
Hercules eyed the waves as they lapped at the shore, mulling over the dilemma. âThere must be a way to watch every village,â he said. âWe have identified the type of settlement, and the area within which our mystery street strikes. How hard can this be?â
Iolaus pushed himself up, glancing up at the sun. âFace it: there isnât,â he said. âBest we get moving before the sun sets and it starts to get cold.â
Hercules nodded, rising from the sandy beach. Suddenly, he stopped, gazing out once more at the ocean and the distant islands that waited out there, dark bumps on the horizon. âThere is a way, Iolaus!â he cried joyfully.
âWhat? I mean . . . how?â Iolaus stuttered.
âA boat!â Hercules told him, gesturing out at the waters. âWeâll scan from a boat, sail through the night if we need to.â
âYou have rocks in your head,â Iolaus told him dismissively. âHow are you going to visit every potential villageââ
âWe wonât have to,â Hercules assured him. âSound carries. Right across the water, enough that we could hear that party from miles away.â
âWe never heard it before,â Iolaus pointed out.
âWe were on land before, not out at sea,â Hercules told him. âListenâwaves and a little breeze, but nothing more. Itâs perfect.â
âAnd you think weâre just going to hear this party?â Iolaus asked. He sounded doubtful.
âI think we are going to do what we always do, old friend,â Hercules told him. âWe are going to keep going and not give up. Agreed?â
Iolaus shook his head regretfully. âYeah, agreed, I guess,â he finally said, rolling his eyes.
That evening, Hercules and Iolaus chartered passage on a boat owned by an old fisherman who proudly told them he was more at home on the water than on land. âIâll sail you where you need sailing,â the captain said, âGet you wherever you need.â
âAh, that may be a problem,â Hercules explained as he stepped down onto the ten-foot-long sail boat. âSee, we donât really know where
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