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‘Argghh!’ The goddess clutched <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> her head. Her horses reared, causing Arion to do <strong>the</strong><br />
same.<br />
The goddess shuddered and split into two separate images, which reminded Leo – ridiculously – <strong>of</strong><br />
when he used to lie on <strong>the</strong> floor in his apartment as a kid and play with <strong>the</strong> coiled doorstop on <strong>the</strong><br />
skirting board. He would pull it back and let it fly: sproing! The stopper would shudder back and<br />
forth so fast it looked like it was splitting into two separate coils.<br />
That’s what Nike looked like: a divine doorstop, splitting in two.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> left was <strong>the</strong> first version: glittery sleeveless dress, dark hair circled with laurels, golden<br />
wings folded behind her. On <strong>the</strong> right was a different version, dressed for war in a Roman breastplate<br />
and greaves. Short auburn hair peeked out from <strong>the</strong> rim <strong>of</strong> a tall helmet. Her wings were fea<strong>the</strong>ry<br />
white, her dress purple, and <strong>the</strong> shaft <strong>of</strong> her spear was fixed with a plate-sized Roman insignia – a<br />
golden SPQR in a laurel wreath.<br />
‘I am Nike!’ cried <strong>the</strong> image on <strong>the</strong> left.<br />
‘I am Victoria!’ cried <strong>the</strong> one on <strong>the</strong> right.<br />
For <strong>the</strong> first time, Leo understood <strong>the</strong> old saying his abuelo used to use: talking out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong><br />
your mouth. This goddess was literally saying two different things at once. She kept shuddering and<br />
splitting, making Leo dizzy. He was tempted to get out his tools and adjust <strong>the</strong> idle on her carburettor,<br />
because that much vibration would make her engine fly apart.<br />
‘I am <strong>the</strong> decider <strong>of</strong> victory!’ Nike screamed. ‘Once I stood here at <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> Zeus’s temple,<br />
venerated by all! I oversaw <strong>the</strong> games <strong>of</strong> Olympia. Offerings from every city-state were piled at my<br />
feet!’<br />
‘Games are irrelevant!’ yelled Victoria. ‘I am <strong>the</strong> goddess <strong>of</strong> success in battle! Roman generals<br />
worshipped me! Augustus himself erected my altar in <strong>the</strong> Senate House!’<br />
‘Ahhhh!’ both voices screamed in agony. ‘We must decide! We must have victory!’<br />
Arion bucked so violently that Hazel had to slide <strong>of</strong>f his back to avoid getting thrown. Before she<br />
could calm him down, <strong>the</strong> horse disappeared, leaving a vapour trail through <strong>the</strong> ruins.<br />
‘Nike,’ Hazel said, stepping forward slowly, ‘you’re confused, like all <strong>the</strong> gods. The Greeks and<br />
Romans are on <strong>the</strong> verge <strong>of</strong> war. It’s causing your two aspects to clash.’<br />
‘I know that!’ The goddess shook her spear, <strong>the</strong> tip rubber-banding into two points. ‘I cannot abide<br />
unresolved conflict! Who is stronger? Who is <strong>the</strong> winner?’<br />
‘Lady, nobody’s <strong>the</strong> winner,’ Leo said. ‘If that war happens, everybody loses.’<br />
‘No winner?’ Nike looked so shocked, Leo was pretty sure his nose must be on fire. ‘There is<br />
always a winner! One winner. Everyone else is a loser! O<strong>the</strong>rwise victory is meaningless. I suppose<br />
you want me to give certificates to all <strong>the</strong> contestants? Little plastic trophies to every single athlete or<br />
soldier for participation? Should we all line up and shake hands and tell each o<strong>the</strong>r, Good game?<br />
No! Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep<br />
odds, and defeat must be <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r possibility.’<br />
The goddess’s two horses nipped at each o<strong>the</strong>r, as if getting into <strong>the</strong> spirit.<br />
‘Uh … okay,’ Leo said. ‘I can tell you’ve got strong feelings about that. But <strong>the</strong> real war is against<br />
Gaia.’