“Blessed be!” the crowd sang. “As we pay our respects to the impending darkness, let us remember to give thanks to the soil, now dark and barre.... Without it, we would have nothing for the dark months ahead. Now…bring the offering forward,” she boomed. Silver clasped my hand and pulled me forward. I was not as graceful as earlier; my stride wobbly from overindulgence. I stumbled forward toward the High Priestess. I heard the rhythmic beat of drums begin behind me; their steady beat starting to. There was a strange prickling at the back ofher skull, as if something was poking and prodding her along or somehalf-forgotten memory was stirring there. She peeked out over the edgeof the second floor and saw only more rubble and dust, and quicklydarted up to inspect the room further. Another charred torch led into asecond-floor corridor and the girl continued on, stepping over a singlepale bone as she stayed close to the wall.There was a faint clattering somewhere beyond the wall where Cael. That's right, hooves. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm Pan. You know, the god of wine, women, and song, though not necessarily in that order. And men, too.For the record, ambrosia lets you age REALLY well. I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the claustrophobia talking. But, getting back to me. My fur's still. "I'll hold them off while you try and get away," urged Broadway."No!" Angela's eyes flared bright red. "If they want a fight, we'll both give them one!" Fire!" A sharp command was given, and twin cables shot out from weapons. They wrapped around Broadway and Angela, rendering them immobile. They both tried to struggle but the cables would not give."Those were made to hold your leader Goliath, so I'm sure they'll hold even you!" The Quarrymen began to move in. One of then reached out and stroked.