mused. âWhat is Kieft doing?â
âHeâs making certain that chaos reigns,â Hamilton said. âHe must be passing these out to every spirit who wants one. The fear alone will drive people to his side.â
âBut he could destroy Mannahatta forever!â Whitman said. âWhy would he want that?â
The councillors erupted in frightened chatter as they tried to come up with some reason for this wanton destruction. Nicholas felt his spirits sag. Heâd been trying to find the one who would inspire them. Heâd thought he might have found him among the Munsees, but Buckongahelas had no desire to lead any gods into battle. Then heâd hoped he discover the leader among the council members. But as he glanced around the roomful of frightened councillors, he knew that wouldnât be happening, either. Heâd have to continue his search. His eyes rested on the evil knives in the center of the table. Heâd better find this guy soon. Because time was running out.
R ory, Bridget, their father, and Soka landed in an industrial yard in the north of Queens, the boat coasting onto shore just before it could sink completely. Simon was waiting for them, grinning.
âNice ride,â he said impishly as he kicked at the ruined boat. He glanced over at Peter Hennessy. âWhere did he come from?â
âHe showed up to help us!â Bridget exclaimed proudly, and Rory shook his head at the pride in her voice. He couldnât shake the feeling that they would both soon be disappointed by their old man. Simon shook Mr. Hennessyâs hand warmly, however, and welcomed him to the hunt.
Simon led them to a group of horses he had tethered to a warehouse door. Heavy bags hung from one horse, and when the stallion shifted, Rory thought he heard the sound of china clinking. Simon was now the God of the Good China, and he couldnât go anywhere without his crockery. The new god untethered their steeds, helping Rory up behind him as Mr. Hennessy and Bridget shared a horse, his sister chatting away excitedly to her father the whole time. Soka took the third horse, looking lonely. Rory caught her eye, but she glanced away; he guessed she was still mad about his stunt at the lighthouse. Even though it had probably saved her from gambling away something important to her. It made no sense to him. He didnât care, he told himself, so emphatically that he almost believed it.
âSo, where to?â Simon asked.
âThe Fortune Teller told Rory to look in the belly of the royal steed,â Soka said. âSo I gather weâre looking for a horse of some kind.â
âBut there arenât any kings in Queens!â Bridget exclaimed, then giggled at what sheâd just said.
âMaybe a breed of horse?â Simon conjectured. âRoyal horses?â
Mr. Hennessy suddenly snapped his fingers. âThere is one king in Queens, you know. Rufus King.â
Simon slapped his forehead. âOf course!â
âWhoâs Rufus King?â Rory asked.
âHe was a bigwig during the Revolution,â Simon explained. âHelped write the Constitution and I think he was a senator for a while. But beyond that, the guy never won at anything. He ran for governor, he ran for vice president, he ran for president, and he never won! He had the worst luck. Thatâs why heâs the God of Also-Rans.â
âHe was a pretty bad gambler, too, as I remember,â Mr. Hennessy added. âHe couldnât come in first at anything. Not the guy you want betting on you to win.â
âWell, heâs probably betting on someone right now, âcause today is racing day, and he never misses racing day.â Simonâs face brightened. âI love racing day!â
âWhatâs racing day?â Bridget asked.
âYouâll see,â Simon told her cryptically. âCome on. Weâve got some ground to cover if we want to beat the starting
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