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xiv<br />
Nico<br />
NICO SAT UP SO QUICKLY he head-butted the satyr in the nose.<br />
‘OW! Jeez, kid, you got a hard noggin!’<br />
‘S-sorry, Coach.’ Nico blinked, trying to get his bearings. ‘What’s going on?’<br />
He didn’t see any immediate threat. They were camped on a sunny lawn in the middle of a public<br />
square. Beds of orange marigolds bloomed all around them. Reyna was sleeping curled up, with her<br />
two metal dogs at her feet. A stone’s throw away, little kids played tag around a white marble<br />
fountain. At a nearby pavement café, half a dozen people sipped coffee in the shade of patio<br />
umbrellas. A few delivery vans were parked along the edges of the square, but there was no traffic.<br />
The only pedestrians were a few families, probably locals, enjoying a warm afternoon.<br />
The square itself was paved with cobblestones, edged with white stucco buildings and lemon trees.<br />
In the centre stood the well-preserved shell of a Roman temple. Its square base stretched maybe fifty<br />
feet wide and ten feet tall, with an intact facade of Corinthian columns rising another twenty-five feet.<br />
And at the top of the colonnade …<br />
Nico’s mouth went dry. ‘Oh, Styx.’<br />
The Athena Parthenos lay sideways along the tops of the columns like a nightclub singer sprawled<br />
across a piano. Lengthwise, she fitted almost perfectly, but with Nike in her extended hand she was a<br />
bit too wide. She looked like she might topple forward at any moment.<br />
‘What is she doing up there?’ Nico asked.<br />
‘You tell me.’ Hedge rubbed his bruised nose. ‘That’s where we appeared. Almost fell to our<br />
deaths, but luckily I’ve got nimble hooves. You were unconscious, hanging in your harness like a<br />
tangled paratrooper until we managed to get you down.’<br />
Nico tried to picture that, then decided he’d rather not. ‘Is this Spain?’<br />
‘Portugal,’ Hedge said. ‘You overshot. By the way, Reyna speaks Spanish; she does not speak<br />
Portuguese. Anyway, while you were asleep, we figured out this city is Évora. Good news: it’s a<br />
sleepy little place. Nobody’s bothered us. Nobody seems to notice the giant Athena sleeping on top of<br />
the Roman temple, which is called the Temple of Diana, in case you were wondering. And people<br />
here appreciate my street performances! I’ve made about sixteen euros.’<br />
He picked up his baseball cap, which jangled with coins.<br />
Nico felt ill. ‘Street performances?’<br />
‘A little singing,’ the coach said. ‘A little martial arts. Some interpretive dance.’<br />
‘Wow.’<br />
‘I know! The Portuguese have taste. Anyway, I supposed this was a decent place to lie low for a