Divine Retribution

I don't usually do these about the story posts but this one has quite a history.

See, I wanted to write a mystery. I've been reading them for years and figured that I ought to be able to write one. This story has gone through a number of beta readers and those of you who haven't seen it recently will find it much changed from the severely flawed early drafts. I think I was well into the third draft before I felt like Iolaus and Salmoneus had finally decided to show up and play their parts.

My main trouble was the plot. Mysteries require much more complex planning up front; where to put the clues in just the right places so our hero figures it out but not too quickly or too slowly. I thought that I had everything figured out before I put the pen to paper but that was not so and in the end, I ended up borrowing a few plot devices from one of my favorite mystery authors, Robert Lee Hall. He writes mysteries about Ben Franklin being a detective while he lived in England, I highly recommend them if you're into mysteries. And if you see a few similarities to one of his novels in particular then you'll know that you found the one I was reading while plotting this story and thinking, "Hey, that'd work in my story!"

I suppose this little story experiment was a success in that I am now ready to plan the next one in intricate detail all by myself. And the next one will be the who done it that I had hoped this one would be.

You won't find the level of hurt/comfort in this one that you usually see from me. It was an experiment all the way around. There is a little blood and a little violence, those are after all chief elements in any mystery story.

I do have another one in the works but I have several other stories that I have started in the meantime that I will finish first, these things take time to formulate and plan....

Thanks to {{{Electra}}} for writing that message after the first draft telling me how awful it was and it was terrible, I do appreciate the honesty. Thanks also to: DreamCatcher, Bwell, BonaDea, Jane, Owlharp and anybody else who saw this in an eariler incarnation. It's much better now I promise at least I hope it is.

Enjoy and do try not to figure it out too quickly. I may still have a few twists up my sleeves.

Part 1: An Iolausian Murder Mystery

It was raining buckets. Iolaus had been slogging through the puddles for hours. The lightning and thunder didn't bother him as much as the rain. He was soaked to the bone and wished that he'd gone with Hercules to Arcadia. His feet were so cold and wet that they ached. He gratefully entered the first inn he found on the outskirts of Athens. It was a better sort of inn than he usually frequented but then he didn't get into the larger cities very often. Monsters didn't seem to hang around the more populated areas, which suited Iolaus just fine. Big cities smelled; too many people, too close together. The whole neighborhood was a little richer than Iolaus was comfortable with. He knew if he ventured farther into town the inns would just become more expensive.

He was not surprised when the innkeeper informed him they were out of rooms. It was one of those days. Iolaus stood before the innkeeper still dripping into a muddy puddle on the floor. He sighed and looked around, trying to come up with an alternative. The fire looked so warm and inviting. He wanted nothing better than to pull a chair by the hearth and bask in that blissful, dry warmth. He turned back to the innkeeper.

"Could I sleep here in the tavern? I'll pay." Iolaus didn't want to sound desperate but if it came to openly pleading or going back out in the storm, he wasn't above a little begging for a piece of floor in a noisy tavern.

"I don't-" The chubby little man was interrupted by one of the other customers.

"He can stay with me. There are two beds in my room."

Iolaus turned to thank his benefactor and was surprised to find a familiar face. Salmoneus held out his hand with a smile. Iolaus was never so glad to see a traveling salesman anywhere and accepted the hand gratefully.

"Thanks, you're a life saver."

"It's too wet and cold for anyone to be out there tonight. You shouldn't be turning anyone away," Salmoneus admonished the inn keeper. "The weather's terrible. I can't remember when I've seen so much rain. Come on, I'll take you upstairs and you can dry off. Besides I can cut my losses a little more if you pay for half the room."

"Deal," Iolaus picked up his ale from the bar and carried it with him. Salmoneus led the way up the dimly lit stairs to their room. The hunter sank wearily into a chair and took a long pull from his glass to ward away the shivers that were threatening to overtake him now that he was beginning to thaw. Salmoneus tended to the fire in the hearth.

"So, what have you been up to Salmoneus? Hercules and I haven't seen you in awhile."

Salmoneus sighed and pulled a second chair over to the fire. "I sold the city a sundial for the park, very ornate, a work of art really and now they claim it's faulty and won't pay. Everybody knows that sundials don't work on rainy days. What did they expect? I can't even get in to see anyone in charge. This'll be the last time I trust a beauracracy." Salmoneus looked depressed.

Iolaus was about to say something consoling when they were startled as a shrill scream pierced the night outside. Iolaus was on his feet and heading for the door in an instant. Salmoneus followed him down the stairs. A young barmaid stood shrieking hysterically and pointing out the back door of the tavern. She babbled incoherently about a body. The innkeeper motioned another woman to take her away and pulled a torch from the wall to see about the problem himself. Iolaus and Salmoneus joined several other men heading out to investigate what the trouble was.

The innkeeper led the group mumbling about sending the girl to the stable for something. The rain was still pouring down in sheets and the men ran the short distance to the battered old building.

All seemed quiet inside. The innkeeper's torch gave off minimal light. It seemed to cast more shadows than it illuminated. He waved it around and saw nothing amiss. The men silently spread out searching the stalls in the darkness. There were at least two horses in every stall. The inn was indeed full.

"Over here," a shaky voice called from the last stall.

The innkeeper's torch fell on a body. He took one look and his face paled. He stepped back out of the stall and pointed to a young man. "You go get the Constable. You two, light some more torches." He directed the last order toward Iolaus and Salmoneus.

Salmoneus looked lost. Iolaus grabbed his arm and shoved a torch in his hand. After the stable interior had been lit as well as it could be on such a gloomy evening, Iolaus approached the dreaded stall. The other men had taken a quick look and averted their eyes. Whatever it was, it must be pretty bad. The innkeeper put a hand on his shoulder, pausing him midstep.

"It's not for the faint of heart, son."

Iolaus nodded and continued into the stall. He knelt beside the lifeless body of a young lady. He appraised her condition with the trained eye of a hunter or he tried to. It was difficult to be dispassionate when murder was involved. Iolaus knew all the clues to what happened had to be examined now before they were disturbed if they ever hoped to find her killer.

She was well dressed but not rich with curled hair and pretty but inexpensive jewelry. She was not robbed, her gold rings and bracelets were intact. She had been sliced and stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. Her skin had a flayed look about the edges. Iolaus closed his eyes against the nausea that rose within him. He took a slow, deep, measured breath and tried to still his pounding heart. How could anyone do something like this? What sort of sick mind could conceive of it, let alone attempt it? When he opened his eyes, Iolaus focused on her face. Her lovely pale skin and long eyelashes. She must've been quite a heartbreaker with eyes like those. He could've gotten lost in those brown pools when there was a spark of life in them.

Iolaus was still beside her when the Constable approached.

"Gentlemen," he greeted the grim-faced men, "at least it's stopped raining for the moment. Let's see what we have, here." He halted two steps into the stall and closed his eyes in horror. "Not another one."

"There have been others?" Iolaus' astonishment was evident in his voice.

The constable nodded grimly and knelt beside Iolaus, "One other, just like this one."

Iolaus turned back to his inspection of the body with a new purpose. This madman had to be stopped. He couldn't be allowed to kill again. He noted there was not as much blood spilt as there could have been. The murderer was an expert. He knew just where to cut and more importantly, where not to.

"Does anyone know who she is?" The Constable asked. He seemed more concerned with the girl's identity than her condition but as he said, he'd seen it before.

No one in the crowd answered him.

"She's not one of my customers at the tavern or the inn," the owner replied. "What's she doing in my stable?"

Iolaus reached up and closed her beautiful brown eyes, "Constable? My name is Iolaus. I have a few days to spare before I have to meet a friend here. Would you mind if I helped out with this?"

"Ripheus, Constable Ripheus." He introduced himself, "Iolaus, you say? Would that friend be Hercules?"

Iolaus nodded.

"You have good references. My men are stretched thin. We have a large territory to cover on this end of Athens. I would appreciate any assistance you can give us." The Constable was an older man. His hair was greying at the temples and he looked very tired as if he'd seen more of life already than he ever desired to. He rose and began to give orders for the removal of the body.

Iolaus glanced over the body one more time before sadly rising and standing with the constable.

Thunder sounded overhead, threatening rain again but it hadn't yet started to fall. Iolaus began to wonder about the first victim. "Could someone take me to where the first girl was found?"

"I can show you. It's on my way home," one of the Constable's men offered as others moved in to cover the body.

Salmoneus walked out with them trailing a couple of steps behind. "I think I'll stay here," he said, his face a few shades paler than when they'd entered the barn. Iolaus nodded, understanding completely. The sight of such a beautiful girl butchered like that was not for a weak stomach. He clapped his hand on Salmoneus' shoulder.

"I'll be back in awhile."

Iolaus' companion was a tall lanky man who took large steps. Iolaus thought he had trouble keeping up with Hercules. The officer showed Iolaus to an alley a few blocks away. He explained that the first victim had been found a few days earlier.

"You saw the first victim?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

"She was killed the same way?" Iolaus asked.

He nodded, "About the same age, too. Appeared to be a little higher class than tonight's, if you ask me. Not as neat a job, though, there was more blood." He indicated the location of the body by the dark stain still visible even on the wet ground.

"And she's unidentified as well?"

"Yes, no one's even come forward to report anyone of her description missing. That strikes me strange, you'd think that someone'd miss a pretty girl like that."

Iolaus agreed with a nod and glanced around the dingy alley. He shifted the various crates and thrown out items to see what was beneath. Under the crate directly behind where the body was found, his eye caught a glint of something. He reached down and dusted the dirt from a medallion of some sort. It was hung on a simple cord not a chain. Unusual for someone well off. He showed it to the Constable's man, who nodded seeing the same things about it that Iolaus saw.

"The cord's been frayed like it was torn from her neck."

Iolaus agreed and tucked it inside the torn patch on the front of his vest for safe keeping. It was growing too dark to see anything else. The clouds rumbled ominously. The man glanced nervously up at the sky.

"Go on home, before it starts raining again. I can make it back to the inn from here. Thanks."

The officer smiled his appreciation and left at a brisk pace. Iolaus headed back in the direction that they had come. Dusk was falling quickly into darkness. Iolaus stepped up the pace himself. He was still damp from the last several downpours and had no desire to be caught out in another.

The streets were empty. Everyone having the good sense to be inside on a night such as this. Well, at least there shouldn't be anymore victims tonight, Iolaus thought as he hurried on not noticing the group of well dressed young men until they stepped into his path. Iolaus sensed they meant him nothing good by his first glance.

"Look what we have here, you in a hurry?"

"Actually, yes, I'd like to get inside before it rains again." He tried to see their faces in the darkness but it was difficult. They kept to the shadows.

"A little rain never hurt anyone. You won't melt." Two of them eased closer as the others spread out.

"You never know, I might!" Iolaus lashed out at them. They fought well but they were young and inexperienced. One yelped in pain as Iolaus kicked the cane from his hand before it could be used as a club. He shoved another into the wall of a building and sent one sprawling into a huge puddle in the street. One tall man held back observing. Iolaus was getting the better of them until his foot slipped in the mud bringing him down hard. It left a small opening which one tall young man took full advantage of and whacked Iolaus over the head with another staff as he struggled to rise.

Iolaus crashed back to the ground. Blood trickled through his hair and mingled with the mud as the sounds of laughter and running feet echoed down the street. Cold rain began to pelt the already saturated ground around the motionless hunter.

Part 2: our hero confers with the constable, gets his head bandaged and speaks with the father and beau of a young lady.

Iolaus shivered and woke to find he was in a bed, a warm bed in a warm room. He sighed and sank further into the soft mattress. A scratching sound drew his attention. Salmoneus, pen in hand, was furiously scribbling on a scroll at the table. The daylight, still diffused by clouds, streamed in the window. Raindrops splattered against the shutters.

"You're awake," Salmoneus sounded relieved. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. I had no idea how I was going to explain all this to Hercules. How do you feel?"

"What do you mean, 'how do I--" Iolaus sat up and pain stabbed him in the head. He lay back down with a groan. His fingers found the bandage around his head. "Maybe I should ask what happened?"

Salmoneus shrugged, "A traveler found you in the street and brought you in. You must've been lying in the rain awhile. You were soaked again and muddy, but I think I got most of it out."

"I remember now." Iolaus sneezed and again pain shot through his throbbing temples.

"And you've caught a cold."

"I'll live," Iolaus pushed himself up slowly this time and managed to keep his bearings. He leaned against the headboard until he was ready to move.

Salmoneus went back to the table and stacked his papers neatly.

"What are you writing on all that parchment? Another book?"

"Yes, I'm going to write the story of how you catch this murderer and maybe I can cut the rest of my loses on this trip."

"Wonderful, Just what I needed." Iolaus looked around the room. His clothes were hanging by the fire, they looked dry. "I'm starving. Let's go down and get something to eat. I'll tell you what happened."

Salmoneus brought his clothes to the bed and Iolaus pulled back the blanket to find he was wearing one of Salmoneus' togas.

"I don't have to pay for this do I?"

"No, it's mine. I don't have any to sell, wish I did. I could've made a mountain of dinars with all the cold, wet people around. I figured I'd better put you in something, so you didn't freeze to death. Besides two of you would fit in there and I don't sell togas that don't fit. It's bad form when the customer's can't advertise for you."

"I'll bet, thanks." Iolaus changed quickly, glad for once that he was small in stature.

A cold wind blew in the door before someone managed to close it. Iolaus and Salmoneus sat at a table near the empty bar. The Constable bustled in, shaking off the rain and joined them. Iolaus ordered a bowl of soup. While he ate, the Constable asked him what he thought about it all.

Iolaus shrugged non committally and replied with a question, "Have you found anything in your investigation?"

Ripheus shook his head, discouraged, "No, not a thing. We can't even find out who the girl was."

"And nothing on the first girl either?"

"No, she was well dressed, real jewels, not glass like last night's. She was some nobleman's daughter but none have been reported missing. It wasn't a robbery. I can't understand why."

"Looked to me like they were sacrificed to someone," Salmoneus suggested.

Iolaus agreed, "That would explain the way that they were killed. It would have to be one cold, inhuman God to accept that sort of sacrifice."

"I've put out the word to my informants but so far they have heard nothing."

"Have you warned the citizens to keep the women off the streets?" Iolaus asked.

"And cause more panic than there already is?"

"It might save lives."

The Constable nodded, "Stopping the murders is more important."

"May I ask around about the two girls? Maybe there was some detail connecting them that your people missed."

"As I said last night, any help you can give. You can even say you're acting in my name if you think that will help."

"Good," Iolaus pulled out the medallion that he'd found in the alley. Luckily, his attackers hadn't been too keen on robbing him. He set it before the Constable explaining where it had come from.

Salmoneus examined the jewelry with interest. "It looks like some sort of collector's piece. Maybe some sort of group identification. Nice workmanship, very well done."

"Salmoneus? Do you think you could draw a sketch of this on some of that parchment you brought with you?"

"Illustrations? Excellent idea!"

"No, not for your book. I want the Constable's men to show the sketch around to see if anyone can identify it," Iolaus explained.

"That's a good idea." Ripheus agreed.

As Salmoneus got to work, Iolaus leaned back in his chair and sneezed again miserably into the scrap of cloth he'd brought along to wipe his nose with.

The Constable moved on to another subject, "Do you have any idea who attacked you last night?"

Iolaus shook his head and blushed slightly, "Several young, inexperienced, if I had to guess, I'd say a gang of older street kids. They were better dressed, though."

"I was afraid you'd say that. We've been having a little trouble brewing with that lot. They are usually into minor stuff, petty theft, mischief, harassing women."

"I was the only one on the street so they had to settle for me. I think I was more than they bargained for and it got out of hand. If you know who they are why don't you do something about them?"

"Because I'd like to keep my job. They are all children of the wealthy and powerful. They are bored and have nothing better to do. They don't have to work, other people do that for them. Hard ones to bring to task for their actions. Their parents won't stand for it. If you're finished with that sketch, I need to be going. You'll let me know as soon as you find out anything?" Iolaus nodded.

Salmoneus handed it to him as he wrapped a cloak over his head to keep from getting wet and headed out into the rain.

Iolaus finished his bowl of soup and the barmaid pushed it out of the way as she set fresh bandages and a jar of salve on the table. She pulled the chair the Constable had been using closer to Iolaus.

"We didn't have the chance to be properly introduced last night. My name's Alcena and if you'll hold still a moment, I'll change that bandage."

"Do I assume that you're responsible for the first one?"

She smiled, "Yes."

Iolaus lowered his head for her to reach the wound on the back more easily. He presumed that was where the injury was. It was where the throbbing was radiating from. She cut the knot on the old bandage with a sharp knife and gently peeled it back.

"You're going to help the Constable find the man who murdered that girl last night?"

"I'm going to try."

"I may be able to help," she offered. "I know many of the street people. I used to be on the streets before I found work here. If you could describe them to me. I could pass the word around. Maybe we could help you identify them. Their families must be terribly worried."

"That would be very helpful. The more people who know about it the better chance we have of stopping it from happening again."

She smeared more salve on the wound and wrapped a fresh bandage around his head. "Ok, all done."

Iolaus straightened up, "Thank you for last night, too."

"Last night? This morning. You mean you laid out there in the rain all night?"

"I guess so." Iolaus pointed to the empty bowl, "Was that lunch or dinner?"

She smiled, "Dinner, the sun's setting. You slept the whole day."

"Wow, I haven't done that in awhile."

Iolaus described the second victim and what little he knew of the first. Then, he showed her the medallion. Salmoneus made another quick sketch for her to show around.

She absorbed it all, grimly, "This animal must be stopped."

Iolaus sneezed violently, "Excuse me."

"You should go back to bed," Alcena counseled. "It's still raining and you shouldn't be out this late in the day, that head wound could stand to rest awhile longer."

His head was still pounding. He'd hoped the food would help. He reluctantly agreed only because he had nothing to do but wait for an identification to be made. The rain depressed him.

Alcena patted his arm, "I'll bring you some tea to help your sniffles."

Salmoneus gathered his parchments and followed him upstairs again. Iolaus kicked off his boots and propped himself up on the bed. Salmoneus stoked the fire to fend off the damp evening air. The rain pattered quietly while Iolaus pondered the situation and drank the tea Alcena brought.

His headache had slowly subsided, as had his dripping nose. Iolaus was just thinking of crawling back under the covers as a message was shoved under the door. Salmoneus picked it up and opened the door but no one was in the hall. He read the message aloud:

"Seek the murderer on the street of love. The Gods watch over you, perhaps you are the one who can stop him."

"Do you know where that is?" Iolaus queried.

Salmoneus thought a moment and nodded, "Three streets over from here, there's a temple dedicated to Aphrodite. It's a very high class neighborhood, lots of family dinars."

Early the next morning someone knocked on their door. Salmoneus was still in bed. Iolaus had risen to toss the last log onto the fire taking the chill out of the room. He had wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and drug it across the floor to answer the door. Alcena bounced with good news. She had a message from the Constable.

Iolaus opened the door fully so she could come in and called to Salmoneus to wake up as he read the message.

"They've identified the first victim. Someone finally reported her missing. Her name was Nephele. She was the daughter of Pontus."

Iolaus glanced at Alcena with inquiring eyes.

"Pontus is a wealthy general," Alcena added.

"Let me guess," Iolaus asked, "He lives in the street of love?"

"Yes, a few houses down from Aphrodite's temple. How'd you know?"

"I'm a good guesser. I think we'll pay him a visit later this morning," He drew Alcena over to the table fully intending to pump her for all she knew. "Know anything else about him?"

"Yes, nothing good. He's a rich, bad man. It's said that in the war he ordered his own men to their deaths on a suicide mission unnecessarily. He was dismissed from his post in disgrace. They said he didn't care about anyone after that. He's very mean to everyone. I don't think I've ever seen him smile."

Alcena was correct. Pontus was an arrogant, mean-tempered man and he was not thrilled to see Iolaus and Salmoneus at his door to talk about the murder.

"We have been authorized to investigate by the Constable," Salmoneus made sure to mention that fact. It got them curtly admitted inside. They were shown into a severely decorated sort of sitting room. It was sparsely furnished and felt as mean as Alcena had said their host was. Salmoneus pulled out his writing pad and placed it in his lap, all ready to begin taking notes for his book.

"Be quick. I haven't all day." Pontus had gone into business after retiring from service. He wore expensive silk robes and his hair was cut so short it made him appear nearly bald. It accented his pointed nose and gave his face a nearly bird-like appearance.

"When did you last see Nephele?" Iolaus asked getting right to the point as requested.

"Five or six days ago."

"Did she have any plans?"

"Not that I was informed."

"She was missing five or six days and you didn't notice?" Iolaus asked not able to believe that a parent could be so unfeeling, then again, when did his own father notice?

"She and I did not get along and we chose to lead separate lives. She was of age," he wrung his hands uncomfortably and stared at the floor.

"Did she often disappear like this without a word to anyone?"

"Occasionally."

"Do you have any idea who might have done this?" Salmoneus inquired as he paused briefly in his writing.

"Thieves, street urchins, the lower element," Pontus stated offhandedly.

"Street children rarely cut young girls to ribbons," Iolaus replied dryly.

"She spent her time with people that were like herself, "He said bitterly. "She was uncontrollable. She had no self-discipline and neither do they. It could have been any of them." Pontus remarked severely.

"Do you know any of their names?"

"No, they meet in the house across the street. It is owned by Gradivus. Ask him about his ungrateful followers."

"I've heard of him. He's founding his own religion and fancies himself a prophet of some sort." Salmoneus offered as he continued to scribble on his parchment.

Pontus sighed and nodded. His dark eyes finally meeting theirs, "My daughter was in the middle of it. Now, I've told you all I can. If you're finished my servant will show you out."

"Thank you for seeing us."

Pontus nodded and left through an inner door.

As they followed the house maid down the hall , Iolaus seized the opportunity to learn more, "Was there anyone in particular that Nephele spent time with?"

The servant nodded there was, quietly in the doorway she told them what she knew, "Nephele had a male friend that she toyed with, Euryalus, he lives next door." She pointed to the house to the south. "He probably doesn't know yet. Poor dear."

Iolaus rewarded her with a smile and they headed toward the next door neighbor's. Again, they were presented with a large, well-to-do home. Iolaus told the servant that they were there to see Euryalus. He left them standing outside while he fetched his master.

The door opened a second time and a dark-haired, handsome, yet nervous young man invited them in apologizing for his servants ill manners. He led them to a sumptuous room with expensive cushioned furniture. As different from the last house as night from day.

Iolaus explained that they were there on behalf of the Constable. "I'm sure you have heard of the murders?"

"Yes, it's terrible. Wh- why would they bring you to me?"

Iolaus didn't miss the tripping of his tongue. "Are you aware that you are acquainted with one of the victims?" Iolaus didn't want to drop the news harshly if he and the girl were lovers.

"I am?"

Iolaus motioned that they should sit down. The room was well lit and very comfortable. This house felt as though people lived there. The tables and shelves were dressed with small statues and flowers. "The first victim lived in the house next door. Her name was Nephele."

Euryalus paled with the shock, "I'm sorry, I - I didn't know. No one said anything."

"It isn't common knowledge yet. We've only just identified her. Take your time." Iolaus and Salmoneus allowed the young man a moment to absorb the knowledge and compose himself before continuing.

"Why? Why would someone do such a thing?"

"That's what we still have to find out. Can you tell us about her? Maybe we can figure out what connected her to the other victim."

Euryalus took a deep breath before he began, "I wanted to marry her but she wanted to be free. I was introduced to her through mutual friends. She was beautiful. The most beautiful thing that I've ever seen, but--"

He had a nervous twitch in his cheek that Salmoneus didn't trust, "but--" he prompted.

"But she wasn't faithful to me or to anyone for that matter."

Iolaus nodded, she had broken his heart. "How long since you last saw her?"

He thought, "I saw her entering a black carriage about a week ago."

"Is it normal not to see her for days?"

"Sometimes, she leaves out the back of the house where her rooms are...were and that's not visible from here. We haven't seen much of her lately." He couldn't keep his hands still. They were constantly rapping and tapping on the table.

"Can you tell us the names of these mutual friends? One of them might be able to lead us to the murderer."

At his nod Salmoneus passed him a piece of parchment and the quill. The hand that accepted them was bandaged.

"How did you hurt your hand?" Iolaus asked innocently.

"Oh, this? it's nothing. A brawl I wasn't expecting to be involved in."

Again, Iolaus nodded his understanding and took a chance. "What do you do at Gradivus' house?"

Euryalus looked up, startled before regaining his composure, "Silly games, We dress up and have our bit of fun. It's all nothing, really."

"Do the party games include attacking travelers on the streets after dark?" Iolaus asked.

"It's all in fun really, we never hurt anyone."

By his reaction Iolaus determined that he was, indeed, one of the young men he met on the street in the rain. He thought that Euryalus had looked familiar.

Iolaus realized that the young man didn't recognize him and didn't want to push his luck. "Nevermind, the names?" Iolaus prompted.

Euryalus sighed, finished writing and passed the parchment back to Salmoneus. As he did a servant came in and whispered something in his ear.

"I have to go, this man will show you out."

"Before we go would you take a look at this medallion and tell me if you've seen it before?"

Euryalus took the pendant and held it to the light a moment before giving it back. He seemed to hesitate before answering. "Sorry, I've never seen it before." Iolaus didn't believe him.

The rain was beginning again and they headed back to the inn but not before they saw Euryalus entering the house Salmoneus had pointed out as belonging to Gradivus.

Part 3: a late lunch is served and a secret cold remedy is shared.

A late lunch was served by Alcena.

Salmoneus commented as she set the steaming bowls in front of them, "Do you ever go home or does the proprietor work you round the sundial?

"Or is there something else going on between you two?" Iolaus teased.

"You wish." She smiled and unfolded the small blanket she had draped over her arm. "A serving wench's work is never done." She wrapped the blanket about Iolaus' rain dampened shoulders and pulled it snug. "And you're sniffling again. It's no wonder everyone isn't with the weather we've been having. The morning shift couldn't get here, too much rain. She's flooded in, so, it's double shifts for me. I have other customers to see to, I'll be back later to find out how it all went. You keep warm and eat all that stew."

Salmoneus chuckled at her as she headed off to mother the other customers and the conversation turned back to the murders. They reflected on the two suspects they had met.

"Either man could have done it," Iolaus said. "The father because Nephele was a black mark on his reputation."

"As if he hadn't already ruined it, himself," Salmoneus inserted. "Remember what Alcena told us about his military career."

Iolaus sat back and gazed out the window, "And Euryalus because she refused him and went off with other men. He was very nervous and fidgety. Something he's telling us is not right. And how does the second woman fit in? No one knows her and what's the connection?" Iolaus massaged his temples. His headache made it's return known. "We have too many questions and not enough answers."

Iolaus' eyes narrowed as he peered through the rain outside. "Have you noticed that guy before?" Iolaus discretely pointed to a young man standing in the shadows of the ally across the street. He seemed to just be watching the inn. He huddled against the wall to stay out of the wind and the rain.

Salmoneus shrugged, "He's been there since we sat down here. You think he's watching us?"

"I don't know. It's interesting. Wonder which one sent him? He's about the size of those gang members."

"Was Euryalus one of the kids who attacked you?" Salmoneus asked.

Iolaus sneezed, "Excuse me," and nodded. "It was dark but I think so. I'm sure I put that bandage on his hand and I'm betting Gradivus was their leader. We have not heard all there is to say from him about this. I'm sure Euryalus knows more than he's telling."

"So, what now?" Salmoneus asked.

The door of the tavern opened and several customers ran in bringing wind and rain with them.

Iolaus sighed, "We'd be crazy to go back out into this weather. That downpour's not going to let up anytime soon. Besides, my feet are cold. I think I need a new pair of boots that don't leak."

"Good, I don't want to follow you back out in that. Who do we see tomorrow? And I do know a boot salesman here. I could get you a good deal."

Iolaus rolled his eyes and ignored the offer. "What little we have is pointing to the gang. I think we should go straight to the top. We'll pay a visit to Gradivus himself." Iolaus rubbed his temples again.

Alcena arrived back at the table with her bag of bandages. "How's your head?"

"Hardly hurts at all."

She studied his eyes a moment, "Just when you think too hard, huh?" She proceeded to remove the damp bandage and inspect the healing wound. "We probably don't need this bandage anymore. Just don't get yourself whacked in the head for awhile."

"Tell me what you know about Gradivus," Iolaus asked her after she finished spreading more salve onto the wound.

"Oh, he's a wicked man. You should not cross his path. It's said he is related to the Gods and may have some of their power. You should be careful of him."

"He is related or does he think he's related?" Iolaus inquired.

"Does that really make a difference?" Salmoneus groaned.

"It could, if us mere mortals have to take him on." Iolaus replied seriously and sneezed.

Alcena smiled sympathetically at him and patted his arm, "I'll bring you some more tea."

"Thanks."

They remained in the tavern watching the people scurry in and out. Iolaus kept an eye on their shadow outside. He watched with interest as one watcher was replaced with another midafternoon. Salmoneus excused himself for awhile after dinner and had a quiet but animated conversation with Alcena at the bar. She disappeared into the kitchen and brought Salmoneus something in a burlap sack then, Salmoneus disappeared awhile. Iolaus contemplated joining in the darts game in the corner but his mind was too filled with the murders to concentrate on it. He spoke with several of Alcena's people but none could give him any new information.

Salmoneus reappeared in the tavern, walked straight over to Iolaus and asked, "Are your feet still cold?"

"I think it's a permanent condition."

"I have just the thing for it tonight. Come on upstairs."

Iolaus dutifully followed. He could hear the rain beating steady rhythms on the roof as he entered their room.

Salmoneus had a pot of something heating over the fire. "Take off your boots and roll up your pants," he ordered pulling a chair over by the fire for Iolaus to sit in.

Iolaus had to admit he was intrigued and didn't see what harm it could do, so he complied with the request. Salmoneus set a large, empty, metal cooking pot in front of him. "Put your feet in that."

"Why?"

"Because, you've sneezed and sniffled all afternoon and if I'm going to make any money out of this book we can't have you getting sick, can we? Trust me, this'll help. It always helps me."

"I suppose." Iolaus gingerly stuck his feet in the empty pot. Salmoneus poured the warm water over his cold toes and continued filling the pot until the water level was well over Iolaus' ankles.

"Now what?" Iolaus asked fully expecting Salmoneus to have some other torture in mind for him.

"Now, you soak. Feels good, huh?" Salmoneus smiled as he sprinkled in a few sweet smelling herbs.

"Yeah," Iolaus had to admit, "it does."

A short while later, Alcena again knocked on their door. Salmoneus answered as Iolaus was still soaking.

She practically burst through the door and ran over to the man by the fire. "We've discovered who the second girl is. Someone in the tavern recognized her description and we've mostly confirmed it. Go to this address in the morning and give them my name. The lady will tell you what she knows. Hopefully it will be of some help."

Iolaus reached out and pulled Alcena in to give her a kiss on the cheek, "You are magnificent. I'm glad you're on our side."

She blushed as she handed over the parchment with the address, "I've got to go back to work. I knew you'd want to know. Oh, and the Constable will be here for breakfast." She grinned, "Enjoy your soak, my feet always do after a hard day."

"What is this? Some kind of miracle cure that everybody knows about but me?"

Part 4: Iolaus meets a mysterious woman known to all his friends and a suspect is questioned.

The next morning their shadow was still plainly visible from their upstairs room. A different young man, but still watching. They gave the Constable the list of names from Euryalus. While they were finishing up breakfast, a messenger arrived with a note for Salmoneus. He read it and grimly passed it to Iolaus who read it and smiled.

"It seems Gradivus is one step ahead of us."

At the Constable's confused look Iolaus explained further, "He wants to see Salmoneus here about a business deal."

First, they went to the address Alcena had given them. It turned out to be the local theater and much to Salmoneus' dismay the lady in question was none other than an acquaintance of his, the Window Twanky herself.

They interrupted rehearsal.

"Come in, come in. Sit yourselves down there and I'll be right with you." She turned back to the performers assembled on the stage. "Girls, I need a couple of moments with these gentlemen. You go try on your costumes for the new number."

Then, she joined the two men on the benches where the audience usually sat, "Salmoneus, you are the last person I'd expect to find involved in all of this dreadful business. What are you doing here?"

"I'm keeping a written record of the events in order to--"

"Oh, you're writing a book," She dismissed him with a wave and turned to Iolaus. "And your handsome friend is?" She extended her hand to him. Iolaus wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with it. So, he shook it. She smiled at him.

"I'm Iolaus."

She glanced at Salmoneus, "Not Hercules' Iolaus?"

Salmoneus nodded. Iolaus was confused. How'd this woman know Hercules and more than that, how did she know him?

"Oh, that's wonderful, I've heard so much about you. I'm sure you'll have this terrible business solved in no time at all. I feel much better knowing that you are on the case. It is a dreadful business."

Iolaus took the hint and jumped in while he had the chance, "Alcena told us that you could identify the second victim?"

"Yes, poor, poor, dear Cybele. She was one of my dancers. Not my best dancer, mind you, but she did have promise." The widow leaned forward in confidence, "She also had a wandering eye and a flirtatious habit. She just wouldn't follow the rules. You know all about those don't you, Sal?" She patted his knee.

Sal swallowed nervously and she continued.

"More than once she got away from me. I should have discharged her but she was such a good performer and finding a replacement has been difficult. Especially since Cupcake so recently left us but who can blame her for giving up dancing for being a queen."

Iolaus started at the name and wondered if the world really could be that small. Did everyone know this woman but him?

"She left with a man who was taking her to dinner with some well-to-do young aristocrat. These young men see you upon the stage and want to whisk you off your feet and shower you with gifts." She looked meaningfully at Salmoneus who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Iolaus made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"Didn't you go to the Constable?" Iolaus wanted to know.

"Of course, I did, but we're just lovely show girls not to be taken seriously, you know," her bitterness was unmistakable. "I went right away. That man treated me as though I were an overbearing mother hen and told me that young girls run away with men all the time. Well, not from this show! I look after my girls. Don't I Sal?"

"Yes, you do--"

"Do you know who the man was who took her?" Iolaus asked.

"Yes, his name was Phorcys but I don't know how to find him. He came to us."

"We'll check him out," Iolaus pulled the medallion from his patch pocket. "Have you ever seen anything like this?"

Twanky sighed, "Yes, I have." She retrieved a small crate from the edge of the stage and began rummaging through it.

"When I moved Cybele's things from her room, I found this. I don't know what it is. It seems a strange thing for a young girl to have. You can keep it if you wish, she won't be needing it now."

Twanky dropped a second medallion into his hand. It was identical to the one Iolaus already had.

"Tell me, young man, should I be concerned about my girls? Are we in any danger here?"

"I wouldn't let any of them out alone, at least until we find the responsible parties. As long as all of you stay together, you should be fine."

"Thank you, I'll contact you if we find out anything else. Now, I must get back. The show must go on, you know."

Outside on the street Iolaus showed Salmoneus the pair of medallions.

"That connects them, so the murders must have been done by the same man."

"Or members of the same group," Iolaus pointed out.

"You really think that gang of rich kids-"

Iolaus pulled Salmoneus close to him and pointed to an alley. There was a young man peering at them from the shadows. They were being followed again.

"I wonder if he was listening at the stage door," Salmoneus whispered.

"I don't know, I wouldn't doubt it, though." Iolaus hurried him along the street.

The pair of intrepid detectives walked to Gradivus' house after lunch. Iolaus sent a note back to Alcena about Phorcys asking her people to find him. Iolaus definitely wanted to talk to him.

A servant showed them into a library with piles of scrolls upon the shelves. They perused several stacks while they waited. Some were classic plays and poetry. The man's taste in verse led to the more bizarre side of life. There were even a few scrolls that appeared to be well read texts on the human body used in the training of healers. Those interested Iolaus a great deal. He showed them to Salmoneus who nodded grimly. Their murderer may have had access to this library.

Their host glided into the room. He was a tall man with an arrogant air about him. He was dressed in black and gold flowing robes that seemed to give him the appearance of floating just above the floor. Iolaus nodded confirmation at Salmoneus' questioning glance. Gradivus was the leader of the gang who attacked him.

"Do you approve of my library?" he asked.

Salmoneus replied, "Oh, very much so. A wide...variety...of interests."

"I even have your impressive volume," He pulled Salmoneus' Hercules biography off the shelf.

"I'm flattered." Usually Salmoneus absorbed praise like a sea sponge does water but this man made him want to crawl into a corner.

Gradivus had a cat's wariness and elegance and also a flamboyant manner. He must love the theater, Iolaus thought. He acted as though he'd just stepped off a stage.

Salmoneus had wisely left his pad in his pocket. They were here under different pretenses. He introduced Iolaus.

"An honor, as you see I've read of your exploits at Hercules' side."

Normally, Iolaus would be thrilled to be recognized but today he was unimpressed. He merely nodded and shook the man's hand.

They sat on richly padded benches. Iolaus quietly observed the man and his home as Gradivus made his offer to Salmoneus.

"I'd like to help you obtain payment of what's owed to you. That our government can get away with such things is improper, not to mention unjust. I have arranged for you to be paid for your goods."

"And you've done this because?" Salmoneus fished. He was a shrewd businessman who knew any deal came with a price tag.

"Because we are both businessmen who find it impossible to conduct our business under the circumstances that others set. An author like yourself shouldn't have to put up with such nonsense. You are an artist and should be allowed to create without impediment. It's one of the tenets of my beliefs."

"I see, "Salmoneus didn't really see a way to back out of the offer, "I would appreciate that," he answered still wondering what it was going to cost him. "You seem to know all about my business, How did you find out?"

"You know the grapevine. News does travel and a few days ago you were rattling many cages."

"Can you tell me a little of your business?" Iolaus nodded his approval of the line of questioning imperceptibly as he appeared to be perusing a scroll casually.

"There's not much to tell really. I inherited the family fortune. The estates left to me seem to run themselves. I've found a new meaning for my life which I and my followers now to put into practice.

"And when you're not spreading your new found faith to the world?" Salmoneus prompted.

"I amuse myself with my little intrigues and harmless fun."

Iolaus snorted at the use of the word fun. He wouldn't term what he'd experienced, fun.

"And does my business fall under a little intrigue for you?" Salmoneus asked.

"Of course not. I enjoyed your book so much that I wanted to show you my appreciation by assisting where I'm able."

Salmoneus beamed, "You liked it that much?"

"Oh yes, your vivid descriptions of the many battles makes the reader feel that they are actually there in the thick of it."

"Tell me," Gradivus asked turning to Iolaus. "Why are you spending so much time with the Constable? A more boring man, I'd be hard put to find. You seem to be a man of action and the Constable's quite the opposite. You must have a reason. Are you helping to solve the mystery of these murdered women? Helping the Constable instead of Hercules this month?"

Iolaus bristled, "What would it matter to you?"

"Oh, I'm fascinated with exploring the other side. It is said that some can come back you know. If one is near enough to death that they may cross over for a time. Are you not also interested? Don't you find the thought of death exciting? You must, you face it so often."

Iolaus noted the slightly crazed gleam in his host's eye, "I offered to assist to prevent more deaths, to bring the murderer to justice. The other side does not interest me."

Gradivus sighed, "Yes, you have been there already and returned to tell the tale."

Iolaus traded glances with Salmoneus. He didn't know that was in Salmoneus' book. He must find time to read it one of these days.

"I don't suppose you'd tell me what it was like in Hades' realm?" Gradivus prompted, his voice sweet as honey.

"I don't remember it," Iolaus lied, "but how do you know I'm giving the Constable a hand?"

"I make it a point to find out about people I'm interested in."

This is what they were invited here for, Iolaus didn't disappoint. "I'm an interest. I'm flattered. " He obviously wasn't. Might as well get down to business. "Would this have anything to do with our visit to see Euryalus yesterday?" Gradivus smiled and Iolaus took it for a yes and continued, "I see, do you always make it your business to know who visits your neighbors?"

"My followers are like family to me. Yes, I saw you in the rain from my door and wondered what business you had there. He was terribly upset by the news that you brought him. I spent the afternoon comforting him."

"Was Nephele one of your followers?"

Gradivus nodded, "Yes, it's always difficult to lose one so close to so many. This has upset many of my people."

"Have any of your other female members turned up missing in the last few days?"

"No, I don't think so. Why? Do you think someone's targeting us?""

I don't know that yet." Iolaus replied neutrally.

"Do you have any leads?"

"Several actually," Iolaus replied. "How well do you know Pontus?"

"We know each other only enough to hate each other. The man has a terrible temper and no sense of humor at all. A sense of humor is an absolute necessity, don't you think?"

"You dislike each other because of his daughter?"

"He didn't approve of her lifestyle or becoming a member of my following. He is a narrow-minded greedy old fool. I encourage my followers to listen to the needs of their bodies and minds and follow their lead." Gradivus considered a moment, "I see why you questioned Euryalus. He loved her but she did not love him, and you ask, did he kill her for it?"

Iolaus paused and considered how much to tell, "We only told him of her death and asked if he could identify any others who might have had a motive. We have been told that she sometimes attended meetings in your home?"

"Yes, many women attend our little rituals," he said it as if he couldn't possibly remember any of them.

"Did Cybele attend as well?"

Iolaus received a blank stare for his trouble, "Who is she?"

"The second victim. She was a dancer, a showgirl."

"Next you'll be saying that I killed them all." He shook his head quietly delighted, "I don't know her but that does not mean she was not brought by someone."

"You knew Nephele, know anyone with a reason to murderer her?"

Gradivus sighed patiently, "My friend, she was any man's for the asking and there were many who desired her. I'm sure there are several with a motive on that score. Many of my followers among them, but I don't believe my people would violate our belief in harmless fun."

"When did you last see her?"

"Not in several days but that was often her way. My followers are free to practice our beliefs privately. Nephele would often disappear for a time and then return bringing her new conquest with her. That is how Euryalus first came to us. She was an excellent missionary.

Salmoneus decided it was time to change the subject. Things were becoming entirely too tense. "I'd like to hear more about your group and it's meetings. We hear much of the goings on."

"All of it bad, I'm sure. Have no fear, it's all in fun. We meet tonight. Join us and you may see us as we truly are. We believe in doing as we wish as long as all involved consent. Many outsiders feel we are morally debased but what do we care of outsiders and their beliefs?"

"I understand that you have a roaming gang that robs and harasses people on the streets." Iolaus asked.

"Some of our members get a little exuberant about their missionary work at times. They are young and the young will play. Is that not so, Salmoneus?"

Salmoneus had risen sensing their audience was near an end.

"Will we see you tonight?" Gradivus asked.

"I think I have another engagement to attend," Salmoneus replied assuming that's what Iolaus would want him to do. Hanging out with murderers of young women was not a way to spend an evening.

"Then, your friend." he turned back to Iolaus, "I'm sure you'd enjoy the party. It's at dusk, if you can tell when that is with all this wretched rain."

"I'll think about it." Iolaus replied dryly.

"Then, I hope to see you this evening."

Iolaus and Salmoneus gathered their cloaks about themselves and stepped out into a cold wind and spitting rain.

"Did that guy give you the creeps or what? You are not serious about coming back here tonight? Are you? Iolaus?"

Iolaus had paused in the street and turned back to watch the house. "I'm sure something's going on in that house and that meeting is one way to find out. Our friend is back." Iolaus inclined his head toward the shadowy figure watching them from a safe distance.

Part 5: Iolaus attends a party and Salmoneus attends a brawl.

Salmonius tried to talk him out of attending, but Iolaus had decided that this was the quickest way to finding out if Gradivus and his minions were involved.

Iolaus arrived at the party and was shown in by a servant who took the cloak that Alcena had found for him to use.

"My name is Gelanor. Please call for me if I may serve you anything."

He led Iolaus into an elegant room with several young men. They were the same wealthy but bored types that seemed to be so prevalent in this part of the city. They seemed ill at ease. Iolaus had interrupted their chatting and an uneasy silence fell over the room.

Iolaus decided to break the ice, "Well, who are we gossiping about this evening?" He asked with a slight smile.

"We've been discussing these murdered girls," One of them answered hesitantly.

"Yes, it's terrible, isn't it," Iolaus agreed.

"Does anyone know who they were?"

"I do," Iolaus said helpfully. "Their names were Nephele and Cybele."

One young man blurted out, "But they were at a meeting just--"

All conversation halted as Gradivus flounced in. His robes flowing behind him. "I see you've all met Iolaus. I invited him so that we could prove to him that our little rituals are nothing more than harmless fun."

Euryalus arrived following Gradivus, clearly depressed and still very upset.

Gradivus teased him, "Oh, and here's Euryalus, he's been distraught since he heard the news, quite inconsolable. We must see about cheering him up."

Iolaus met the young man's tear-filled eyes with a look of sympathy.

Gradivus continued, "Our dear Iolaus believes one among us may have done the girl in. Is he likely to receive a confession this evening?" He received no answer. "Well, then, I guess our would be detective will have to figure it out for himself."

The group moved into the dining hall. A sumptuous feast had been laid out over several tables. Scantily-clad servants scurried around the tables and ale flowed in abundance. The group made quiet small talk as they began the fellowship meal. One exceedingly attractive blond servant made certain that Iolaus' plate remained full. She had a magnificent smile and Iolaus had to keep reminding himself that he was here on business.

They dined and drank, considerably. Iolaus sipped from his glass and nursed it as long as he could while he observed the goings on. Obviously there was more to this, than he was seeing tonight. The whole group of perhaps twenty both male and female seemed subdued. The servants brought even more food on trays so overloaded with grapes and melons that they could barely carry them. As the drinking continued in earnest, the noise level also rose.

Iolaus watched as Gradivus grabbed and pawed at his servants to their obvious displeasure. It was all Iolaus could do to contain himself and not hit the man. His servants were also human beings and his lack of respect for them made Iolaus' blood boil. People should not be owned.

Gelanor brought him another mug of ale. Iolaus declined it politely. The servant's brown eyes met Iolaus' blue ones and he shook his head slightly indicating that Iolaus should take another look at the drink he was being offered. Confused, Iolaus raised it to his lips and smelled. Lemonade?

Iolaus was distracted as a couple of the young men loudly escorted female guests off to other chambers. A squeal of protest sounded from the pretty blond who was fighting off a drunk guest. Iolaus pushed back his chair. He felt Gelanor's hand lightly resting for a moment on his shoulder. A gesture of restraint. Iolaus nodded his understanding He kept telling himself that he was here to stop more murders and he couldn't afford to alienate these people yet. He had to stay calm. There must be another way but she made action unnecessary. The blond slapped the young man hard and stalked out of the room. Iolaus smiled at Gelanor and thanked him for the "ale."

Gradivus noticed the attention and courtesy Iolaus gave his servants and offered to let him partake.

"No. Thank you. Willing partners are not difficult for me to find when I choose. I find most honorable men don't mind risking rejection and accept it graciously, but if you require the service of servants in that area, don't mind me." Iolaus allowed the insult to sink in.

The room went completely silent. Gradivus sent palpable waves of contempt wafting down the table toward Iolaus as he lounged on his ornate throne.

"We revel tonight to honor the memory of Nephele. She would want us to continue living free of the moral bonds of the outside world and to celebrate her journey to the other side." He turned to the open door and bellowed, "More ale!"

Glasses were refilled. Iolaus declined the offer of more except when it came from Gelanor. Those who were left played the games. Interestingly enough, Iolaus discovered that instead of dinars they played for little round coin-like medallions. Iolaus slipped one beneath the torn patch on his vest, where he'd been keeping the small items from the victims. He'd compare them later but knew they were the same. His murderer was here. It was just a matter of figuring out which one.

They engaged in much talk as they played. Gradivus observed the proceedings from on high. Occasionally he would rule on a dispute. He played king of the hill very well. Iolaus took advantage of the opportunity to inquire about both Nephele and Cybele. All of those he spoke to knew Nephele both males and females. A couple of the men remembered Cybele from the week before but they were closed mouthed about it. Gradivus monitored Iolaus' quiet conversations closely. He tried to talk to Euryalus again but Gradivus kept him close by and never gave Iolaus the chance. Finally Euryalus left the room, Iolaus rose to follow him and Gradivus chose that moment to declare the party over and told everyone to go home. He wandered through the group and caught Iolaus' arm walking him toward the door personally. No chance to follow Euryalus.

Gradivus' silken voice spoke quietly, "There is another ceremony tomorrow evening that you really should attend, so that you see a true picture of us, but you must promise to leave your morals at home and you must bring your friend. I'll send a carriage for you."

"I'll think about it." Iolaus broke away from him and turned to leave. Gelanor handed him his cloak, again he met the servant's eyes. He knew something but Iolaus couldn't speak to him without raising suspicion and possibly putting the man in danger. He'd have to wait.

Salmoneus checked the alley across the street for their shadow friend for the umpteenth time and felt guilty about staying behind, "Some great author I'll turn out to be can't even face a possible murderer, if given the choice."

Alcena had gone home earlier and left Salmoneus to his own entertainment. He fidgeted while he waited in the tavern. to his great relief, Iolaus finally arrived in the early hours of the morning.

They retired upstairs and Salmoneus demanded he tell everything before he would let Iolaus go to sleep. The would-be author madly scribbled on his pad and Iolaus was mildly amused by his attempts to keep up. Iolaus related the tale as he sat warming himself by the fire in their room. He pulled the three medallions out of his vest and lay them on the table before him. All three, the one from Gradivus', from Nephele's body, and from Twanky, were identical.

Salmoneus pushed them around on the table, "This makes the connection doesn't it?"

Iolaus shook his head, "Yeah, one of those idiots is a murderer and they all know something. These medallions prove it but which one?"

"What about the servant? Is he an ally or an enemy?"

"I don't know. I'm inclined to think friend but at this point I can't be sure. He may be working for Gradivus to get on my good side or he may have simply been a sympathetic soul who thought I didn't like the ale. How's our friend?" Noticing that Salmoneus was peeking out the window.

"Probably soaked. He's been out there all evening waiting to see if I'm going anywhere. Are we going to the ceremony tomorrow?"

"I think so. We know he's there. We need to stay close to them. Has Alcena heard anything yet?"

"Nothing yet. Several of her contacts came in this evening, They are an interesting bunch, mostly former street kids. The innkeeper here has a soft spot for hiring them, I think, not that he'll ever admit it, but no one's seen Phorcys. They say he keeps to the shadows and makes it difficult to keep track of him. He does odd jobs that the people around here don't want to hire reputable labor for, if you get my meaning."

At breakfast Iolaus received a note from the Widow Twanky.

"It seems one of her girls knew something else. She's given permission for this girl to meet with us tomorrow afternoon. Given permission?" Iolaus questioned.

"Oh yeah," Salmoneus replied, "She's real sticky about men and her girls."

"I've been meaning to ask, just how do you know this woman, Salmoneus? She doesn't seem your type."

Alcena stopped by their table sparing Salmoneus from having to answer. She leaned over and whispered in Iolaus' ear. "We've found Phorcys. He's in a tavern a few blocks away."

Iolaus and Salmoneus immediately headed out to the tavern in another district of Athens. They knew immediately why Alcena had told them to be careful. They were in the wrong neighborhood and stuck out like sore thumbs. The man in question was found sitting in the back of the dark, sleazy tavern, a real hole in the wall. It stank of unwashed bodies and hard labor. Iolaus walked up to the man's table and boldly sat down. Salmoneus hovered behind him nervously watching the crowd. Iolaus took a direct approach. He didn't think he'd have time for niceties

"Are you Phorcys?"

"Who's askin'."

Iolaus took that as a yes. "Did you deliver a showgirl named Cybele to Gradivus' home a few nights ago?"

"Why should I tell you?" The man never looked up. He just sat there staring into his drink.

"Because the Constable asked me to look into it and I'm asking you."

Phorcys, finally, met his eyes and stared at him for a long time. As if, he were weighing his options and making a decision. "I delivered a girl from that theater to a carriage. I don't know where they went. I didn't see her again. I don't arrange it. I don't ask names. I don't want to know names. Just pickup and delivery. You got nothing on me."

Salmoneus tapped his shoulder, "Iolaus, I think we need to leave now."

Iolaus rose swiftly from the chair to stand beside Salmoneus. There were several large goons blocking the door and they were all armed with wicked looking daggers or clubs.

"Look what we have here, two of the Constable's boys. We don't like the law nosing around here. This is our place."

"We'll be happy to oblige you. We were just leaving." Iolaus tried to edge toward the door.

A dagger glinted in the light from the window. It was followed by a blur of motion. Iolaus side stepped easily, pulling Salmoneus into the middle of the room with him, holding him at his back.

Iolaus tried to take on the worst of the lot himself. He knew that Salmoneus could handle himself when he had to but the salesman didn't have equivalent experience. Iolaus winced as he heard Salmoneus' yelp of pain. He should have left him outside. Iolaus quickly tripped one attacker and shoved another headlong into the bar with his foot. He grabbed Salmoneus before they had a chance to get back up, "Come on, time to leave."

Back in their room, Iolaus tended to Salmoneus' black eye by placing an herbal compress on it while Alcena stitched the cut on his arm.

"That man had a nasty knife," she remarked.

"The whole place was nasty," Iolaus replied sitting on the edge of Salmoneus' bed.

Salmoneus moaned, "Stitching on this beautiful body."

"You'll be alright," Iolaus consoled him.

After Alcena had wrapped a clean bandage around his arm and lay it in a cloth sling, she headed back down stairs. Iolaus began preparations for the evening's festivities. Salmoneus slowly rose and gathered his pad. After removing the pages already written, he placed it in a satchel to keep the ever present rain at bay. He slipped the finished pages under his mattress for safekeeping.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Iolaus asked.

"Yes, If I'm going to write this story, I have to be there."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm a big boy, I've been taking care of myself for quite a while now. Just stick close, ok?"

Iolaus grinned at his show of bravado, "Ok."

"We've got some time before we're due to be picked up. Why don't you lie down awhile." Iolaus checked their shadow from the window. "Rest that arm before you have to use it. I'm going to go downstairs and talk to Alcena. I wonder how our shadows would feel if we had them shadowed?" he grinned.

"Don't you even think of sneaking off and leaving me here for my own good. I'm coming." Salmoneus sounded determined.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Iolaus reassured and closed the door behind himself.

Salmoneus sat heavily on the bed and replaced the herbal compress on his eye, "Besides, you need someone to watch your back."

Part 6: Our heroes meet a self proclaimed god and take another dance lesson.

Gradivus' carriage arrived as scheduled and the driver looked relieved to find that Iolaus and Salmoneus were coming and wouldn't be disappointing his master. He drove them into the countryside. It was a pleasant ride. The clouds seemed to have retreated somewhat leaving a cool wind behind. They disembarked at the edge of a forest. They could see a gleaming new temple in the side of a cliff in the distance.

"What God is that to?" Salmoneus asked awe struck by it's clean beauty.

"I suspect it's not a god so much as a god wannabe," Iolaus replied dryly.

They joined the crowd standing around a raised platform. It looked like Gradivus had assembled all of his followers. Evidently, a considerable amount of drinking had already been going on among the attendees. Horns heralded the arrival of Gradivus. He was dressed in his usual style of flowing robes. He looked very regal in white and gold. He stood on the platform and declared himself God of Enjoyable Festivities.

"We meet here this night to perform the first invocation at our new temple. A moment we have waited years to achieve. We no longer have to hide. We can practice our beliefs openly and take our place in the world. A new way for a new world. Follow me and let us celebrate." He leapt from the platform into the cheering crowd and led a drunken processional through the forest proclaiming his godhood all the way.

Iolaus leaned forward and whispered to Salmoneus, "I'm surprised that one of the Gods hasn't struck this guy dead yet."

Aphrodite shimmered into being in front of him, "Oh, we're watching, Sweet Cheeks, we're watching." She vanished before he could say anything.

"Aphrodite wait!" but she was gone.

"That was?" Salmoneus questioned.

"Uh huh, Keep your distance just in case."

Scantily clad women and men danced themselves into a frenzy and continued well into the night, apparently oblivious to the cool air.

They eventually ended up at the temple where tables had been covered with mountains of food.

Salmoneus declined the offer of more drink. His stomach was sick with the thought that one of these drunken fools was a brutal murderer. Euryalus was still miserable as well. They had followed a distance behind him in the processional. He was only going through the motions of living. He hardly ate at all, however, he drank huge quantities of whatever he could lay hands on. Salmoneus had seen it before. There was something in his life that he just couldn't live with but he seriously doubted the kid was a murderer. Murderers didn't drink themselves into a confession.

Gradivus took the platform again and ritually passed his cup around, speaking to his followers. "Follow me and you will be well provided for, not ignored as these other petty Gods do." Iolaus ducked but no lightning bolt came.

"A toast - To the God of Laughter and fun as a way of life." Only Iolaus and Salmoneus did not raise their glasses. In return, Gradivus shot a glance of pure hatred their direction. He slammed his empty glass on the table and began mingling with his guests. He made a show of ignoring Iolaus and Salmoneus.

At a quieter moment in the carousing, Gradivus came over to where Iolaus and Salmoneus had taken refuge from the cool wind behind a column at the edge of the open temple.

"You come but you do not play with us. Don't you like the games?"

"You put on a good show," Iolaus said dryly.

"I like a good show. The peasants expect it."

"You'd best be careful or the real Gods will blast your little temple right out of existence," Iolaus warned, "I don't know why they haven't already."

A smile, "But how can they be opposed? My followers live life to the fullest. We savor every moment of it and no one in the group comes to harm."

"Right. Tell that to the people who don't belong to your little club."

"Come, it is I who risk the fire. We've been holding rituals here for years and no other God has dared strike us down. Come and drink and be merry, follow me for one night." He led them back into the temple proper. He opened a hidden door in the base of the column. Iolaus and Salmoneus glanced at each other. Salmoneus could see the worry in the blue eyes that studied him intently. Iolaus clearly thought that there might be trouble.

"Thanks, I think I'll stay here. Just don't be too long." Salmoneus backed away from them.

"Certainly, just a quick look at the inner sanctum." The passage consisted of a winding hall leading into the interior of the cliffside that had been cut directly into the rock. At the other end was a large cavern with an altar at the center. Iolaus discerned faint stains upon it. Dark stains. Torches lit the circular room. There was no other entry. The walls had been sanded smooth. Statues depicting various lude sex acts were esconsced into alcoves in the wall. Iolaus glanced around making sure there was no one else in the area. This place was for more than harmless fun and this group was obviously into more than harassing passersby on the street.

"It took the craftsmen years to complete this place. Do you like it?"

"I have simpler tastes," Iolaus replied. "You've been meeting here in secret?"

"Yes, we've been waiting for the temple above to be completed. Then, we shall have no need for the outside world."

"Except for it's ale and the food you eat that is grown by hard working farmers, if you recall." Iolaus was rewarded with a smile he didn't know what to make of. "Tell me, do you do anything aside from drinking and women and mugging "outsiders" on the streets?"

"Only what we find amuses us. I keep telling you harmless fun. No one ever intends to hurt anyone. There was a mishap the other evening when the gentleman misinterpreted our intentions."

"Uh huh," Iolaus could tell by the look on his face that Gradivus knew full well who had been his intended victim that night. They were monitoring the sites of the two murder victims and thought that they'd send the nosey do-gooder a message and got one themselves in return.

"You seem to have spilt something on your altar in harmless fun." Iolaus pointed out.

"Ah, my followers frequently offer wine to me."

Iolaus nodded his understanding, going along with the charade. This was no wine stain.

Gradivus led him from the cave and back up to the temple. The party seemed to be breaking up. The breeze had turned biting, Salmoneus shivered uncontrollably relieved to see Iolaus' return. A fog was quickly rising along the treeline. Gradivus headed out into it, disappearing into the mist.

They pulled their cloaks around themselves and headed down the path back to the waiting carriage that had brought them. Neither man had drunk, but both felt sick at the spectacle they had witnessed both above and below the ground.

They moveed quickly along the path as the fog swirled and thickened around them.

"I saw Euryalus while you were gone. He was staring at nothing, almost like he was in a trance. I told him we wanted to help him and invited him to come to the inn. I don't know if he heard me. His eyes never focused on me. Gelanor came and took him by the arm and led him away. He said that the Gods look after innocent souls. What do you make of that?" Salmoneus asked.

Iolaus shook his head, "I don't know," and led the way to the carriage. The fog was nearly impenetrable.

Salmoneus fell asleep during the ride home. He'd had a painful and busy day. He was emotionally exhausted. Iolaus was relieved that he didn't have to listen to his friend. He needed a few quiet moments to reflect, "Innocent soul. Why tell us?" He watched as the wall of fog swirled outside the carriage, as murky and unfathomable as Iolaus' own thoughts on what to do next.

The next day both men slept late and rose to a quick lunch over which Iolaus shared his description of events in the cavern. Then, they were off to meet with Twanky and her girl. Iolaus and Salmoneus waited at the entrance to the market. Iolaus kept a sharp eye out for their ever present shadow but he failed to materialize. The ladies arrived on time and Twanky introduced Phladas who was Cybele's roommate and as it turned out, a friend. Iolaus suggested that they walk together so they would not draw attention to themselves. He offered his arm to the young girl while Twanky latched on to Salmoneus'.

Phladas told them how Cybele would sneak out at night to meet with men. Twanky frowned her disapproval but said nothing.

There was still no sign they were being followed, so Iolaus allowed the group to stop at a small park with benches surrounding a fountain and Phladas continued, "Cybele told me about a terrible big cave with an altar. She would dance for them. It was seductive, you know?"

Iolaus nodded his understanding.

"The men wore masks and drank and danced and carried candles around. They worshipped Gradivus as if he were a God himself. She was paid well for dancing for them. But what she said about the altar--One visit they did something terrible on that alter and Cybele was sworn to secrecy. She never told me but after that she was scared and didn't want to go but she was afraid that they'd do something to her if she didn't."

Iolaus took her hand and wiped her tears with his other. "You were right to come to us. This may help us find your friend's murderer." Iolaus asked if she knew Nephele.

"No, Cybele never mentioned her."

"What about Euryalus?"

She shook her head, "She didn't mention a lot of names. I think they don't use them. She thought it was exciting. She wasn't a bad person. She'd never been to the city before. She had a good heart. I think she got lost in the excitement of all the new things and once she'd gone too far, she couldn't get back."

"Would you tell the Magistrate what you've told us at a trial?"

She glanced nervously at Twanky who smiled and nodded reassuringly.

"If it will help, yes. Please make them pay for what they've done."

"We will, I promise," Salmoneus told her as Twanky moved in and put her arm around the child and led her away.

"A dreadful business, just dreadful."

On the walk back toward the inn, Salmoneus asked the question that had been bothering him since hearing Phaladas' story, "That dark stain wasn't wine spilled on the altar was it?"

Iolaus grimly shook his head. "If these weren't children of the most powerful people in Athens and I'd get thrown in jail for it, I'd have marched in and busted up this bunch at the start." Iolaus felt frustrated and decided to do something about it. "Don't look but our shadow is back and getting closer. I'm really tired of this."

Iolaus turned and walked straight up to the youth. He smiled, "A little late today are we?"

The youth found himself shoved against the wall.

"You work for Gradivus, yes?"

He nodded.

"Why are you following us?"

"It's one of the tasks I must perform before I can be accepted as a full member."

"You aren't yet?"

"No," he replied nervously looking around. "I have to prove my loyalty and service to my master."

"And how do you do that besides skulking around after us?"

"Lots of ways."

"Like?" Iolaus encouraged him by shoving him a little harder against the wall.

"Steal things or rob people, little things," his voice trembled.

Iolaus smiled grimly, "Yeah, like knocking people over the head and leaving them in a mud puddle in the rain for dead."

The boy's eyes grew large with recognition.

Iolaus inquired, "How long have you been attending meetings of the group?"

"I haven't missed a single one in over a year."

"You've seen it all then? Tell me what do they use the altar below the temple for?"

He looked around, suddenly frantic not to be seen. He leaned forward whispering, "You know about that? That's for the sacrifices."

"Sacrifices?"

"To become a full member you have to..." He was clearly flustered. "Oh, join us and you'll see."

"Is that where all the blood on the altar is from; the sacrifices?

"Some," his tone was very serious, "Gradivus does amazing things. He kills a rabbit and then it's just not dead anymore. Not even a mark on it. Maybe he really is a God. The things he does, the terrible things. We dare not speak of them."

"Who murdered those two girls?"

His eyes grew wide with alarm. "I don't know and that's the truth. They both came to meetings but that's all I know. Please my father can't know I'm involved in this."

"If we find the murderer among you. Would you be willing to tell the magistrate all that happens in the cavern?

"I...I don't...I can't be seen talking to you. It's too dangerous. I have to go." He practically fled down the street.

"Interesting," Salmoneus commented.

They stopped by the Constable's office on the way home to compare notes and bring him up to date on their findings.

Constable Ripheus was not thrilled about the connection with the upper crust of Athenian society. "We can't touch them without some sort of evidence that will stand up in court. A couple of tokens and the testimony of a dancer won't do it, I'm afraid. These people have power. We need proof to fight them with."

"The powerful fall just as hard as the rest of us do." Iolaus replied.

Ripheus nodded, "Keep on it, at least no more deaths have occurred. I can give you a couple more men to watch and report on things but that's about it."

As they left the Constable's office, Iolaus sighed.

Salmoneus was outraged. "Does he even want to catch this murderer?"

"Yes, he does. He's just more concerned about keeping his job and seeing to it that it stays nice and easy. Upset the powerful people and your job becomes more complex. That's life in the big city for you."

"But girls are being brutally murdered here."

Iolaus nodded, "And it's been left up to us to catch them."

Back at the inn, Iolaus found a message telling him that Gradivus and Euryalus had returned to the city that afternoon.

"He's keeping Euryalus close by him. Like he's afraid of what he might do when he's not under his control..."

Alcena visited their room shortly after, while she was on her break. She tended Salmoneus' arm and replaced the bandage.

"Another kid has been in the alley across the street watching the inn since you came back," she reported.

"Is he still there?" Iolaus asked peeking out the window.

"Last time I looked."

There was a different young man slouched against the wall of the ally. This one looked familiar. Iolaus thought he recognized him from the revel the previous evening. He didn't look as though he felt too well.

Part 7: another death, a short trip and a confession.

It was a dark night, rain pelted the shutters. They dined in the tavern and discussed the case

Iolaus joined in the knife throwing that evening. It felt good to be doing something besides waiting for answers that didn't come. He'd been in the city too long and wished Hercules would hurry up.

Later that evening after most of the patrons had left, Iolaus and Salmoneus were preparing to go upstairs, one of Alcena's watchers arrived. He was out of breath as though he'd been running for a great distance.

"Another death," he gasped.

"Slow down, catch your breath." Iolaus sat him at the table. Alcena brought a glass of water."

When he could speak, he continued, "I followed your shadow after he left you in the market. He went to a tavern and met with Gradivus' servant. They were only together a few moments. He disappeared in a tavern, a rough -looking place in the next district." Salmoneus nodded knowingly and rubbed his arm. He'd experienced it first hand. "Then, a woman screamed. I ran to the door and a man knocked me down in his haste to get out. He disappeared into a crowd, I'm sorry I can't describe him. The boy was dead. Stabbed.

"Murdered because he told you too much?" Alcena commented.

"Someone's silencing witnesses. Salmoneus you'd better send a message to Twanky and tell her to watch out for Phaladas. In case we were observed ." He turned to Alcena, "We'd better inform the Constable, too."

The next morning after breakfast, Iolaus and Salmoneus set off to visit the tavern. The blood spot was still wet on the floor marking where the body had been. One of the Constable's more official men was on duty.

"Have you asked around, did anyone see anything?" Iolaus asked.

"No one saw anything. A tavern full of people and not one witness.

Iolaus knelt to examine the blood spot.

Salmoneus moaned and held his stomach, "I'll be outside." Iolaus watched him leave with sympathy.

There was nothing to find here. Phorcy's cronies covered for him but Iolaus had no doubt about who committed this messy business. The first two murders were not his style. Phorcys didn't mind spilling blood, so, he didn't take care to avoid it.

He thanked the officer and joined Salmoneus outside.

"You ok?"

Salmoneus nodded, "It's just if we hadn't spoken to him, he'd still be alive."

"I understand what you're saying, Salmoneus, but we were not responsible for this. The kid got himself into it and couldn't get out."

Salmoneus nodded, "Anything in there?"

"No, I didn't really expect there to be. Lets total up our suspects, see if anything adds up."

Salmoneus pulled out his parchment as they pushed off the wall and began walking, "Phorcys."

"I know he did last night's murder, but the first two were too clean for him."

"Not his part of town either, Euryalus?"

"He was involved and he's lied to us from the beginning. He'd seen those medallions before. He's in this deep and she did betray his love by taking other men into her bed. "

"I don't think he did it. He's drinking to drown his pain. No one would intentionally cause themselves that much pain."

Iolaus kicked a rock off the edge of the pavement. "I don't think he did it either but he's not telling all that he knows."

"Gelanor?"

"I don't know whose side he's on. I really don't. My gut says he's a good guy but I'm not basing that on anything solid. He met with that boy and sent him to his death."

"Gradivus?"

"Those girls were killed by an expert. Someone who knew about the human body. Remember, he had all those scrolls on anatomy?"

"Gradivus was training to be a healer?" Salmoneus asked surprised. "Would that explain how the murderer," Salmoneus cringed at the thought, "did what he did so expertly?"

"It would explain a lot. The closest temple to Asclepius is in Falitus, I think a trip may be in order. Come on."

They stopped back by the inn to tell Alcena where they were headed, incase they didn't come back. Iolaus felt it was important that someone know where to start searching for them should it become necessary. The Constable's man watching Gradivus' house reported that Gradivus had not left but Euryalus had entered the house and not come back out.

"Is he still trying to keep Euryalus from us?" Salmoneus asked.

"Probably, he keeps a tight rein on his people. They don't get too far out from under his control."

That afternoon they caught a ride on a merchant's wagon heading for Falitus. It wasn't a long ride. They met briefly with the head priest at the temple who sent them to his recently retired predecessor .

They found Telephuso in his barn repairing a chair leg.

"Oh, yes, I remember Gradivus. He wasn't healer material. A very disturbing young man, took a liking to the blood and guts aspect of being a healer. I'm not sure he really wanted to learn the healing part of it." The priest shook off a bad memory. "He kept sneaking out at night and slicing up cattle and horses, any animals he could find; rabbits, squirrels, mice even. When we learned it was him, we discharged him immediately. He wasn't too heartbroken. Tell me, did we educate a monster?"

"I'm afraid so." Iolaus thanked him for the information and they headed back to Athens.

They were both silent as they pondered the possibilities.

Salmoneus finally asked, "So, do we go to the Constable now?"

"With what?" Iolaus asked. "All we have are rumors, hearsay and no witnesses. We can prove Gradivus was expelled from the school but that doesn't prove he killed anyone. This is so frustrating. We know who probably did it but can do nothing. We can put the girls in the house and at the rituals. Gradivus is a brutal murderer of animals but we can't prove motive for human murder"

Iolaus shook his head in dismay, "And with his live for fun attitude, does he have to have a reason? Maybe they were going to betray him? We know Cybele wasn't happy about being there. Any hint of betrayal could be enough to cause him to act."

They returned to the inn to hear even more disturbing news. Two of Gradivus' minions had stopped Alcena in the market that afternoon and questioned her about their whereabouts. Iolaus refused to allow her to go home and sent Alcena to sleep in their room while he and Salmoneus stayed downstairs in the tavern to keep watch. Iolaus also took the precaution of speaking with the innkeeper to assure that Alcena nor any of the other barmaids went out without an escort. He didn't want anyone placed in danger because of his presence.

The night passed uneventfully. The next morning they were rewarded with cricks in their necks from the chairs and a note from Euryalus asking if he could speak with them after lunch.

"For Euryalus, I think we'll be here," Iolaus commented wondering if he came as a messenger or of his own accord. He stifled a yawn, "And after lunch gives us time to go upstairs and take a nap."

Euryalus arrived on time through the back of the inn. He was distraught and weary looking. Iolaus sat him at a quiet table in the corner of the tavern. There were few people around at that time of day and Iolaus was now familiar with most of them.

"What can we do for you?"

Euryalus began hesitatingly, "You both seem to be kind men."

"We try," Salmoneus encouraged.

"You're not like Gradivus."

"I thought he was your friend," Iolaus said.

"He has no friends, only followers," the bitterness was apparent in his voice.

"Yes, he does seem to enjoy his Godhood. Tell us more about that," Iolaus coaxed.

"Yes, at first it seems to be great fun, lots of mischief; petty shoplifting and roughing up passersby for a bit of change we didn't need. We were learning to intimidate and control others. Later, I realized I didn't like some of the rituals but I was afraid to return to my old life. My family is very strict. Trapped in the family business is no way to live. Doing the same thing day in and day out. So, I did the things I detested even though they made me ill."

"But no murder, only 'harmless fun'?" Iolaus prompted.

"It's neither harmless nor fun."

"Then, why stay with Gradivus?" Salmoneus asked.

"He'll kill me if I try to leave or betray him."

Salmoneus hesitated to ask, "Did he kill those girls?"

Euryalus didn't answer. He was beginning to shake slightly.

"Why not just stab them once in the heart and be done with it? Why so elaborate?" Salmoneus wanted to know.

"To warn us, to make us fear him-" Euryalus broke down. The weight bearing down on him was too much to bear. "Oh, my poor Nephele."

"What about her?" Iolaus asked.

"I killed her. Gradivus said so. I did exactly what he said and I killed her."

Salmoneus and Iolaus traded glances.

Salmoneus patted Euryalus on the shoulder, "I wouldn't put much stock into what he says. What really happened? Tell us the whole story." Salmoneus' gentle words calmed him.

"There were only the three of us and we went out to the cavern. It was a game I'd seen him play many times. He'd sacrifice animals to himself by the means you mentioned. There was screaming and blood but then, he'd recall them from Hades' hands and they'd be whole and alive again. On rare occasions he sacrificed girls with the same result. It was all play. Some trick I'm sure, but I can't explain it."

"And this time?" Iolaus asked.

"This time he wanted me to make the sacrifice. It was Nephele. He kept refilling our glasses. I'm sure now that there was something more than wine in them. He handed me the clean knife and I killed her. He said he'd bring her back but he didn't."

"He *told* you that you did it." Iolaus clarified.

"I must have. There was blood all over my hands."

"But do you remember doing it?"

"No,"

"He told you after."

"Yes."

"What do you remember exactly?" Iolaus asked.

"I held the knife over her and then blackness. I woke beside the altar and she was dead and he said--"

"You didn't do it." Iolaus stated with certainty.

"But--"

"Have you ever trained to be a healer?

"No."

"Are you a hunter?"

"No." Euryalus was confused.

"Do you know how to butcher and carve meat?"

"No!" Euryalus was repulsed by the very thought. "I faint at the sight of blood. I rarely saw the end of the sacrifice rituals. I can't hold out."

"Then, you couldn't have done it. These girls were slaughtered by an expert hand. Someone who knew anatomy. You don't qualify."

Euryalus saw the logic of his words and reeled from the relief. Salmoneus poured him a glass of water. He took several sips and calmed himself again.

"He killed her because I loved her," extreme sadness filled his being.

"He wanted you under his control." Iolaus explained. "You were going to leave the group, yes?"

Euryalus nodded and took a deep breath letting it out slowly, "But I have just told the truth and he has no power over me anymore. I'm free."

Iolaus was still grim, "And Gradivus was the only witness to the murder. What about the servants?"

He shook his head, "None saw that I know of."

"The night we were at the temple, Gelanor told Salmoneus you were innocent. How could he have known that?"

"I don't know."

"Would you be willing to testify in court to what you've just told us?" Iolaus asked gently not wanting to upset him further but needing to know.

Euryalus stared at the table top a moment, then, nodded shamefully, "If I must."

"I hope it doesn't come to that." Iolaus said. "Can you tell us anything about the other girl's death?"

The young man shook his head, "No, I didn't know her. she was a very good dancer but I don't know what happened to her. I fainted during the ritual when I came to, I was alone in the cavern. I'm sorry." He rose, "I slipped out, I have to get back, he'll be wondering what happened to me. Thank you, I hope I didn't kill her."

Salmoneus patted his arm comfortingly again, "Rest assured, you didn't and we'll get the man responsible."

"Be careful, others have died for telling less than you have today," Iolaus warned.

A ghost of a smile filled Euryalus' pale face, "I'll die knowing I wasn't a murderer."

"Take care." Salmoneus cautioned. Euryalus nodded to him and left out the back glancing all around before leaving the tavern.

Storm clouds filled the sky and Iolaus' mood. "Still no proof, only the word of a drugged man who doesn't remember." He pounded his fist on the table.

The gloom continued over both men until late afternoon when a messenger arrived with an invitation for them to return to the temple. So that Gradivus could make amends. He felt he'd been rude to them on their last visit. Why else would they send even more spies to watch him.

"Do we go?" Salmoneus asked.

"Of course, any chance to attend another orgy." Iolaus' sarcasm was obvious but he wasn't smiling. He turned back to the messenger awaiting their reply, "Tell him we'll come but that we'll provide our own transportation."

Part 8: A private party leads to final results.

Iolaus took Salmoneus back upstairs before they left and handed him a dagger.

"Hide this somewhere. Put it in your sling."

"But I don't use these, I can't."

"This man kills, remember?"

Salmoneus nodded solemnly and took the knife slipping it in his sling.

They set out in a carriage provided by the innkeeper and driven by one of Alcena's friends, a large burly man who worked as a bouncer at one of the local taverns. Iolaus felt better about taking Salmoneus knowing there was another trustworthy soul nearby.

The wind gusted and the rain spit. A storm rumbled in the distance ominously. Iolaus wondered if it was a precursor of things to come. They arrived before dusk to discover that Gradivus was at the temple. Gelanor told them they were to join him. There didn't appear to be any other guests. Iolaus didn't like the feel of the situation at all. They left their driver with Gelanor and walked out to the temple. The storm rolled in dark and threatened to break at any moment.

They arrived to find the door to the cavern standing wide open. Iolaus left Salmoneus to guard the entrance.

"If I'm not back by sunset, get out of here and get some help."

"Where's Hercules when you need him?" Salmoneus asked.

Iolaus smiled, "Yeah." He took a shuddering breath and entered the cave.

Salmoneus sat on the bench as the storm broke violently around him. Lightning struck nearby causing him to jump. A cold wind made him shiver and the thunder nearly deafened him.

He looked up at the sky, "Ok, ok, You don't like it, me either. Don't take it out on me."

Salmoneus saw a figure approaching through the rain. He pulled out the dagger and readied himself to fight. He sighed with relief when Euryalus entered the temple.

"I missed you at the house. Where is Iolaus? Not in the cave?" He asked urgently.

Salmoneus nodded.

"Come on, we must help him. Gradivus means to kill him, I think."

Salmoneus grabbed a lamp. They quickly crept through the cave and heard voices in the cavern. The two men were circling each other warily. Gradivus was against the outside wall and sliding toward the only exit. He had a sword. Iolaus had his dagger drawn.

"Did Gelanor help you kill that kid by luring him to the tavern?" Iolaus asked.

"That kid betrayed the faith by speaking to you. For that he had to pay."

"You killed Nephele to keep Euryalus' loyalty. Why did you kill Cybele?"

Gradivus was shocked at the absurd question, "It was something I tried with a mouse once, I thought it might work better on a larger subject. She was nothing. A dancer of no consequence."

"She was a woman! Why?"

"As a sacrifice," he said it as though it was a silly question.

"To what?" Iolaus asked.

"Myself, of course. why would I need more of a motive than that?"

"You are no God!" Iolaus breathed.

Gradivus lay his sword point under Iolaus' chin, fire flared in his eyes, "Those are words you will die for."

Euryalus sprung from his niche with Salmoneus following and grabbed the sword from Gradivus, "You murdered Nephele, not me! You did it!"

Gradivus stepped back, "So I did."

Euryalus prodded Gradivus with the sword coldly, "He deserves to die."

"No, he deserves a trial and whatever punishment is set for him," Salmoneus replied.

Euryalus nodded once and moved behind Gradivus giving him a shove.

They began to move toward the cave exit. Suddenly, Gradivus stumbled and when Euryalus reached for him. Gradivus grabbed the sword, spun around and cut Euryalus' cheek. Blood spurted from the wound. Gradivus continued the swing and sliced Iolaus' arm deeply causing him to drop his dagger. He grabbed Salmoneus around the neck and used him as a shield.

"Now we'll leave this place." Again, Gradivus' back was toward the wall.

Salmoneus reached into his sling with his good hand. He pulled out the hidden dagger and plunged it into Gradivus' thigh. Salmoneus ran from his grasp. Gradivus staggered and fell into an alcove knocking the statue of two lovers coupling to the floor. He tried to stand and bumped the lamp sloching oil and flame. The flame greedily spread over his oil splattered clothes. Gradivus screamed and fled the room, a human torch.

Iolaus caught Salmoneus and they both lifted Euryalus from the floor and started after the would be God.

The storm still raged. They found him in the temple above writhing in flame. Trying desperately to roll and put it out. Lightning struck him. He convulsed violently and was still. Iolaus shoved his two companions down the temple steps and out into the sheeting rain as more lightning bolts brought down the shining temple on top of it's all too human god.

They gathered in the main room of the house in front of the warm fire. One of the servant girls appeared with water and bandages. She made quick work stitching both Euryalus' face and Iolaus' arm.

Gelanor had warm cider brought to still their chills as he answered Iolaus' questions as best he could.

"Can you tell us about Cybele?" Iolaus asked.

Gelanor nodded, "She came to dance for the rituals. He paid her well. For some reason he kept her with him and took her back to town with us that night."

"She was obviously afraid," the pretty blond servant added.

Gelanor continued, "I heard arguing but couldn't hear the words and the next morning they were gone and so were all of the bedsheets."

"Why didn't you go to the Constable?" Salmoneus wanted to know.

"And say what? A servant with no proof. A report of missing bedsheets? I'd have been laughed out of the Constable's office. No, I had to find another way."

Something clicked in Iolaus' mind, "You sent the message telling us where to start looking on the street of love."

Gelanor smiled and nodded toward Salmoneus. "I've read his book in the library and knew if anyone could help us, it would be you."

Iolaus blushed and prompted, "What about the kid?"

"Gradivus was in the shadows listening to him give me his report. He suspected me of helping Euryalus and I couldn't warn the young man. I tried to but he wasn't listening."

Iolaus nodded, "Who arranged for Phorcys to kill him?"

"I don't know. I was ordered to tell him to go to the tavern and that is all. I almost didn't send you to the temple. I suspected he planned to kill you as well. Then, return to kill Euryalus, he'd said as much, but I knew you could take care of yourselves. The true Gods look out for you."

"Occasionally," Iolaus admitted thinking of Aphrodite, "not often though. How did you know Euryalus was innocent?" He asked more for Euryalus' benefit than his own. He knew the answer.

"I followed them in secret to see what happened there. I saw him kill her and knew Euryalus had not."

The magistrate ruled that Euryalus was not without blame and sentenced him to a considerable amount of community service. Gelanor was freed after receiving a strongly worded sermon about coming forward with information when lives are at stake but the magistrate understood his reluctance given his situation.

Hercules arrived at the inn to find Iolaus having lunch. He straddled a chair and picked off his friend's plate while he waited for his own.

"What happened to you?" Hercules asked noting the sling which held Iolaus' bandaged arm.

"Oh, it's nothing, long story."

"Sorry I'm so late, I had to--"

Iolaus waved it off, "It's Ok, Herc. Salmoneus and I kept busy."

"Salmoneus, he's here?" Hercules looked around.

"Actually, he's having lunch with the Widow Twanky at the moment."

"Twanky?"

"Yeah, uh, Herc? I think there's a story you haven't told me about you and this... dance teacher?" Iolaus smiled innocently at the look of horror on his friend's face. This was going to be fun. "We have complementary tickets for the show tonight, too. She wants to see you backstage before the performance." Oh yes, this was going to be good.

End After the writing of this story, Iolaus and Salmoneus conspired to make Hercules pay for referring to them as "Twinkies". It was entirely not their fault that they had suffered identical injuries resulting in identical slings. They blame the beta reader who requested more blood. 28 July 99

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