Medusa, A Love Story (The Loves of Olympus) by Sasha Summers Page B

– had ever faced. She knew it would not be long before Ariston left her, and she would be alone.
    Ariston was her soldier, yes, but only in times of peace. His first duty was to Athena and her city. He was a mighty Ekdromos.
    Galenus had said so himself, and he rarely praised another. “It appears your soldier is somewhat of a hero, Medusa. I’ve heard the generals praise him. Why even Themistocles knows of him. He is known for being fleet of foot and lethal with his doru, wielding the nine-foot-long spear with lethal accuracy.”
    Ariston was an asset to Athens, her hoplites and allied soldiers. And Athens needed him now. She would not stand in the way of his honor or his duty.
    She found her voice, soft and wavering. “He is here, soldier. Calm yourself.”
    The young soldier looked up at her, his eyes growing wide and his mouth falling open. He said nothing, but nodded.
    “What news have you?” Galenus moved to his niece’s side, his tone demanding.
    “None, sir. I was been sent to replace Ariston while the Ekdromoi have council.” The young soldier seemed unable to tear his gaze from Medusa.
    “ You will replace him?” Galenus stepped in front of Medusa, his brows furrowed in ill-disguised displeasure. “Do you serve Athena, boy? Have you vowed to uphold her order?”
    Thea screeched again and stared at Galenus, snapping her beak in irritation. Medusa stroked her back, hoping to soothe them both.
    The soldier swallowed, intimidated by the older man’s anger. He nodded, his skin draining of color.
    “Peace, husband. Medusa’s soldier will not be gone long. He will return to her as soon as he is able. This youth will serve. For Thea is here, as well – even if she is only an owl.” Xenia placed a hand on her husband’s arm, speaking in a soft, placating tone. “And the Goddess Athena will soon arrive. She will provide Medusa with the greatest protection. What say you?”
    Galenus grunted at his wife, but continued to stare pointedly at the young soldier. The soldier swallowed again and looked down, seemingly entranced by Medusa’s feet.
    “Come to us when you are able, niece. Or send word to us, by and by. I would have your news as soon as able.” Galenus glared once more at the young soldier before turning and leading his wife toward the gates of Athena’s temple.
    Medusa watched them go. They seemed fragile in the fading light, almost as if they were fading with it. She wanted to call out to them… but for what purpose?
    A desperate foreboding closed her throat and held her silent. She drew in a deep breath, gasping as her lungs relaxed.
    Thea bobbed her head, hooting sweetly, until Medusa smiled at her.
    “I’m sorry, little friend. You are with me still and I am thankful for you.”
    She must be brave now and send him away with Athena’s blessing – as was her duty.
     
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    Ariston stepped forward, pleased to see Galenus and Xenia leave. Their ideas of honor and duty were tainted by the knowledge that they would profit from such a marriage.
    A marriage to Poseidon .
    This was Poseidon, who knew nothing of loyalty. He was a God, yes, so he demanded fealty. But he was not known for displaying such a trait, as much as he expected it from his subjugates. His code of honor was dictated by his mood – a mortal trait most of the Olympians shared. She should not be bartered to the likes of Poseidon, no matter who he might be.
    And now Ariston had been summoned.
    Mayhap it was best if he were gone. But if he left, who would keep her safe? His hands fisted before he stepped forward to address the waiting youth.
    Standing beside his lady, he did not resist a glance from the corner of his eyes. Her sadness twisted his stomach, for he could do nothing to aid her.
    The young soldier cleared his throat, attempting to gain control of his wandering gaze. Ariston felt for him. “You are Ektor?” he asked. He knew the boy, he was familiar. Ektor was nephew to one of the commanders, Nereus of Athens. He