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An Iolaus a Day
by Amorette
An Iolaus a Day
by Amorette
Whimpering, Iolaus leaned over the edge of his cot, letting the coughs wrack his body until he felt the blood well up in his mouth. He spat it on the floor, then dragged himself upright, leaning back against the wall of his cell, struggling for breath. This was the worst of it, not the pain, not the blood, not the knowing he was dying, it was trying to get air into his damaged lungs. He gasped desperately and slowly as the worst of the attack passed. Not for the first time, he wished he had a knife and the nerve to end his misery.
He heard a guard approaching but ignored it, lost in his own suffering. When the key turned in the lock, he did lift his head, curious. Why would anyone be coming into his cell? Since his illness had become obvious, no one came near him, save the guards who pushed bread and water through to him twice and day.
The guard held a torch in front of him, the light making Iolaus eyes contract painfully. There was someone with the guard, a tall man, but Iolaus couldnt tell who it was.
Thats him, he heard the guard say doubtfully. You sure you want him.
The other man spoke, his voice familiar. Yes. Clean him up and bring him to me.
My lord. As the tall man left, the guard said to Iolaus, You heard him, get up.
Why?
How should I know? The man wants your stinking corpse, he gets your stinking corpse. Hes paid off the rest of your sentence so he owns your sorry ass. Cmon, I havent got all day.
Iolaus was so weak, from months of sickness and imprisonment, that he could barely walk but he knew hed get no help from the guard. Leaning on the wall, he followed the guard out of the cellblock and into a small room. Looking around, Iolaus realized it was the morgue, where bodies were prepared for burial. There werent any dead in it today, just him, who was close enough to dead to almost be ready for the place. There was a tub, though, filled with water.
Clean up, ordered the guard, standing well back from Iolaus. Put on those clothes. Ill be back in a few minutes.
Moving slowly, Iolaus obeyed the order, too puzzled by the turn of events to do otherwise. He stripped off his filthy prison garb and scrubbed himself as best he could, with the cold water and harsh soap provided. Just being cleaner made him feel better, if exhausted by the effort. He barely managed to pull on the trousers and tunic left for him before collapsing into a corner.
Who was the tall man? He knew he had heard the voice before but he couldnt imagine who he knew that would pay off his sentence, especially since it had nearly six years left to run. Whoever paid off the sentence would have to pay the whole thing, even if Iolaus knew he wouldnt live to see the end of the year, let alone the end of his time in prison. Why would someone pay that much money for a dying thief?
The door opened and his guard returned. He grunted. Better than nothing, I suppose. Stand up.
Iolaus had to try twice to before he could obey the order. Finally, he lurched to his feet and followed the guard again, out into the prison yard. The tall man was there, standing next to a cart. As Iolaus eyes adjusted to the late afternoon light, he could see the man who now owned him.
Sun-streaked brown hair, a handsome face and body, wearing fine leather armor, trimmed in copper and gold. Iolaus was sure now that he knew this person but his brain was so fogged, he couldnt remember.
The tall man spoke. Iolaus the thief. The mans voice, so tantalizingly familiar, sounded disgusted. Do you know who I am?
At that instant, the man turned enough so Iolaus could see the signet badge on the clasp of the tall mans cape. It was the red eagle crest of the God of War.
Youre Hercules, gasped Iolaus.
Hercules. Iolaus had grown up in the same town as Hercules but where Iolaus was the bastard son of a village whore, Hercules was the son of Zeus. As a child, Iolaus had often seen the tall, proud son of the King of Gods walking the streets of Thebes, an entourage of the sons of all the highest ranking men in constant attendance. He had envied Hercules then, since Iolaus had no idea who fathered him, envied Hercules the strength and size his divine blood had given him, the aura of confidence and power that surrounded the boy who was younger than Iolaus but so much, much more important.
One of Iolaus first thefts had been of a long dagger that Hercules often wore. Iolaus had been proud of that, of his skill, light-fingered enough to take a knife from Hercules. He had fled Thebes with that knife, knowing he didnt dare stay in case he was suspected, but , occasionally, over the years, he had encountered the other boy, now grown to a man, a famous warrior in the service of his kinsman, the God of War, but always from a safe distance.
The dagger Iolaus had stolen so long ago was lost, sold years before. Surely Hercules couldnt even remember that theft.
Hercules walked over to Iolaus, his face full of contempt. Im told you were once one of the smartest, most skillful thieves whoever lived. That you were considered by some to be the king of your kind. What went wrong?
Iolaus coughed and spat blood at Hercules feet.
Ah. Hercules gestured to the guard. Put him in the wagon.
Roughly, and with obvious reluctance, the guard grabbed Iolaus by the arm, dragged him over to the cart and forced him up onto the floor of the conveyance. The driver of the cart, who also wore the livery of the God of War, glanced at Iolaus with the same look of contempt and disgust everyone used on him these days.
Take him to the temple, ordered Hercules to the driver. Ill follow later.
With that, the driver snapped the reins over the backs of his horse and the cart jerked, throwing Iolaus forward. With the last of his strength, Iolaus forced himself upright, into a corner, locking his arms on the sides of the cart as he was taken to his mysterious future.
***
Whistling, Iolaus trotted down the path that lead to the lake. He was alive again, which made him happy every morning when he awoke. The Light was a pleasant, no, blissful, place to be but he just wasnt ready to spend an eternity there. He and Hercules had too much to do before then. And today, one of the things he needed to do was fish. There was no hunger in the Light but that also meant that were was no satisfaction of hunger, which could be a very delightful thing indeed.
Hercules was following his friend, smiling at the back of Iolaus head. He felt the same way Iolaus did, happy every day when he woke up, because Iolaus was back, with him, where he belonged. Those months when Iolaus was gone were too dark to even contemplate and now, with Iolaus back again, Hercules felt as if he were basking in a warm glow all the time.
A sudden gust of wind, strong enough to stop Iolaus forward progress, startled both men. The day was sunny, with a few clouds drifting high in the sky, and there had been a light breeze, just enough to keep the heat from becoming unpleasant, but that gust of wind had the feel of storm in it.
Puzzled, Iolaus stopped and turned back to look at Hercules, a question on his face. Hercules shrugged, looking around.
What, said Iolaus, turning slowly around in a circle, seeing nothing but peaceful rolling hills, dotted with sheep and wildflowers, was that?
I dunno. Hercules frowned. Something in that gust had set his teeth on edge.
Iolaus sighed. From the look on your face, Id say it wasnt just a touch of bad weather.
No, sorry, but it felt. . .
Before Hercules could explain what the gust felt like, a second gust hit, blowing directly at the two men, hard enough to lay the grass flat and stagger both of them. For a instant, no more than handful of heartbeats, a cold wind howled around them, a blast of air from the heart of a blizzard. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Only a few twigs scattered on the ground, and the puzzled expression on the face of two men, gave an indication of what had happened.
Hercules finished his sentence. That felt like something from the gods.
They waited, tense, expecting something to follow the divine wind. After several minutes, Iolaus said, Maybe it wasnt from the gods. Or if it was, it wasnt meant for us.
Could be. Hercules turned slowly around, staring as hard as he could at any movement, to see if it was one of his relatives.
Whatever it was, its gone. Iolaus started down the slope towards the river. And the fish are waiting. Herc, after we go fishing, maybe we should go see Jason. I mean, now that Im not dead anymore, Id like to see him.
Hercules smiled. He couldnt help it. Anything Iolaus did these days made him smile.
***
Iolaus awoke as the cart jerked to a stop in the courtyard of large temple. The driver said, get out, and he did so, his feet barely touching the cold pavement of the courtyard before the cart rumbled away, leaving the thief standing very puzzled and alone.
All his life, Iolaus had made an effort to avoid having anything to do with gods. He never prayed, never sacrificed or made offerings, never used the name of a god, even when cursing, in an effort to avoid any notice. So why was he standing there, in front of a large temple dedicated to the God of War? He debated going inside and decided to wait, lowering himself slowly to the ground, too weak to stand.
He hadnt sat long when he heard the sound of an approaching horse and looked up to see his purchaser riding into the courtyard on a magnificent bay stallion. Iolaus had dabbled in horse thievery at one time and that animal would have fetched a fine price.
Hercules swung down from the saddle. Follow me.
With a weary sigh, Iolaus got to his feet and followed the bigger man through those imposing ebony doors and into the temple. Hercules strode across the nave, then stopped impatiently next to the door that lead into the inner sanctuary, waiting for Iolaus to catch up.
Forgive me for asking, Iolaus gasped, leaning on a handy pillar, but why would the God of War want me?
Ill let Hades explain. Hercules opened the doors and entered the sanctuary.
Very hesitantly, Iolaus followed. He found himself in large room, hung with weapons, facing a throne carved of black stone. Sitting in the throne was a man Iolaus knew instantly was the God of War himself. He was a handsome, if not particularly imposing, man with short dark hair, dressed in heavy armor, an ornate sword hanging off his hip. Beside him, dressed in a simple white robe, was another man. No, Iolaus reconsidered, noting the aura of power that surrounded the man in white. Another god, this one with long black hair and dark eyes. After a moment, he realized it must be Ares, God of Wisdom.
Hades pointed a gloved finger at Iolaus and said in a voice that clearly showed his amazement, Thats him?
Ares stepped forward. Iolaus drew back, his knees trembling so that he could barely stand. Ares replied, Yes. Im sure of it.
He doesnt look like much.
He doesnt have to, you know.
Tell me, mortal, said Ares, his voice a deep purr, have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you had made different choices, taken different paths?
Uh, sure. I suppose. Everyone does. Iolaus had no idea what was going on but the intense gazes of two gods and one demigod were making his heart pound.
Well, my friend. Ares smiled and Iolaus had to admit, he had a very nice smile. You may have the chance to find out.
Ares' hand twitched and Iolaus felt a chair press against the backs of his knees. He collapsed into it gratefully. The god in white paced slowly back and forth across the front of the chamber, apparently unconcerned about the dark looks he was receiving from his fellow divine being.
Holding his hands in front of him, Ares said, Imagine if you will, that the world is a sphere.
Iolaus started to say something but thought the better of it and just nodded. If the God of Wisdom tells you the world is sphere, than the world is a sphere. In truth, Iolaus had never given much thought to the matter. His concerns with geography were more related to where a pin held a lock shut or what was the quickest escape route should a plan fail.
This sphere, continued Ares, is but one smaller sphere in many. Each of these spheres touch to create an enormous sphere made up of all the smaller worlds it contains. Each smaller world is a world similar to ours but differing in some key ways. There exists, for example, a world in which you. . . He pointed at Iolaus, who flinched. chose not to steal that dagger from my brother there and never set yourself on the path of thievery. Adjacent to it might be a world where you were a thief but a more successful one, one who never saw the inside of a prison. Do you understand?
Iolaus had no idea what the god was talking about but nodded anyway.
Imagine, continued Ares, ignoring the God of War as he yawned, That all these alternate worlds also form a sphere, the worlds forming the shell of an egg, as it were. Now, imagine that all of these alternate worlds are connected by an imaginary thread to the world that is the most opposite on the other side of the sphere. . .
As the God of Wisdom continued his lecture, he was wandering behind the throne of Hades to rest his hand on one of the skull-shaped finials that topped it. As Ares looked away, Iolaus leaned slightly towards Hercules, who was now sitting on a chair his patron had summoned for him when it became obvious that Ares was about to begin a long lecture.
Why, whispered Iolaus, is he telling me this? I have no idea what he is going on about.
Hercules whispered a reply. Hes telling you this because he loves the sound of his own voice.
Mortal! Ares voice was sharp. Are you paying attention?
Of course, great Ares. He tried to remember what the god had just said. Ah, thread passing through the center to the opposite world. Got it.
Pleased, Ares smiled. Now all those threads pass through a center point and that point, that nexus, is the key to our plans. It is a place that doesnt exist in any world but out of all time and space.
Ah, all right. But, forgive me, what has that got to do with me?
It was Hades who answered, his voice impatient. Ares here has been studying this empty spot where the threads come together. . .
Nexus, prompted the God of Wisdom, who received a fierce glower from Hades.
Whatever. He discovered that someone passed through it a few years ago, and then again a few months ago. Two people, and a motley collection of gods.
Really? So, thought Iolaus. I still dont see how that affects me.
It affects you, mortal, snarled Hades, although whether he actually read the thiefs thoughts or just guessed them wasnt clear to Iolaus, because you were one of the mortals.
Two of them, actually, said Ares. Several years ago, I was watching that place to see if it was truly unchanging when suddenly, a man ran through it, then ran back through it in the opposite direction. He appeared to be the same man yet his clothing was different. A few hours later, the reverse appeared. One man running one way, passing an identical man running the other.
Iolaus shook his head. Ive never. . .
No. Ares smiled again. You have never gone to this place but a version of yourself, a man who looks like you and, I suspect, shares many aspects of your soul, has passed through the nexus. Two versions, from the most directly opposite worlds, passed each other. I kept watching, and finally, I was rewarded. I saw him.
Ares pointed at Hercules, who, unlike Iolaus, managed to look directly into the gods eyes. Two versions of him. Like you, the Hercules who has so long served my dear uncle Hades had no idea that other versions of himself exist. One of those versions remained behind in that nexus. Later, another version of him was also trapped there. He later escaped.
Confused, Iolaus said, to the man sitting next to him, Was it you?
Hercules shook his head. He looked bored. Hades looked impatient.
Get to the point, the God of War commanded.
I kept watching, continued Ares, and my patience was rewarded. I saw first a god who looked much like me, had my visage but not, obviously, my wisdom. Then other gods, all of whom looked familiar to me but were different. The same bodies but cast in different roles. Then I saw the man who looked like you again. He and one Hercules remained in that place until another Hercules arrived. Eventually, one version of Hercules was killed there.
Ares looked uncomfortable and Hades added, smiling grimly, By the god who has your face, I believe
Ares cleared his throat. Yes.
Youre still not getting to the point, said Hades, so I will. He turned and moved swiftly towards Iolaus, who cowered in his chair. While he was watching, Ares brought Hercules to watch, too. Showed him the men who looked like him and asked him if Hercules knew who the other man trapped in that place was. It took Hercules a moment but he remembered a lowlife thief of his childhood who had that face. Your face.
B. . .but I still dont. . .
Hades smiled and it was a horrible thing to see. I want to use that place. I want to. . . He paused and licked his lips. Have a place where I can send bothersome persons from which they cannot escape. Ares thinks that place is perfect for my uses.
It is not easy to get there, Ares interrupted, his annoyance at losing the floor plain in his face. Two gods can open the portal that leads to the nexus but it is difficult.
Hades interrupted again. Ares thinks it might be easier if we used someone who had been there. . .
Thats not it! You see, mortal, there is a world in which there are two versions of you and that creates an imbalance. . .
Iolaus was so confused he found himself interrupting a god. How do you know that?
I saw one of you go through, a man who wore a vest and distinctive medallion. Later, another version of you, who wore the clothes of a jester, exited the same way. With, I might add, a version of Hercules.
But not the dead one, said Hercules, who was rubbing at a spot on his boot. Right?
No, snapped Ares. Not the dead one! Anyway, there is world with two of you in it, a world out-of-balance.
Iolaus shook his head. He could hear his breath rasping in his chest and wished, almost, that he was back in his prison cell. This was madness. He was of no interest to the gods. And there certainly werent two more of him roaming the world!
The nexus tilts toward that world and creates a tiny funnel. A funnel that you might fit in better than anyone else.
Iolaus tried hard to understand but he was so faint, he could barely keep himself in the chair, let alone comprehend what the God of Wisdom was telling him.
So, I might be able to get to this place more easily than anyone else?
Hades and Ares both smiled. Hercules sighed, very quietly, and started to worry a thread on his sleeve.
Exactly, said Hades. And once you are there, we think you can make it easier for me to send other. . .people there. Weve tried to reach into the nexus before but our attempts were not as successful as I hoped. So, we decided to make the effort to find you.
What do you want me to do?
Not much. Just live long enough for us to try. Hades snapped his fingers and two soldiers appeared. Clean him up. He stinks.
The chair vanished from under Iolaus and he dropped painfully to the floor until the soldiers clutched him under his arms and dragged him to his feet. He wasnt entirely surprised to see that the gods seemed to have already forgotten him. They were arguing, Hades complaining that Ares had wasted time and breath explaining the whole thing to that mortal, since all that mortal had to do was obey Hades. Ares was arguing that knowledge was power. Hercules was yawning. Then Iolaus was dragged from the room, the voices of the gods fading behind him.
***
Gasping, Iolaus struggled awake. He coughed and then swallowed and found his breathing easier. Then he remembered the events of the day before. Being taken from his deathbed by Hercules, lectured to by gods and then, after a rough scrubbing, given a decent bed and the attendance of a healer. The healer readily admitted he knew more about battlefield surgery than consumption but gave Iolaus a potion that tasted of poppy which let him sleep.
He was lying in that bed now, propped up by pillows, on clean sheets, dressed in clean clothes. And the God of War and the God of Wisdom were both insane.
The door opened and the healer came in, carrying medicine and and bowl of thin broth. Behind him was Hercules. The healer dosed Iolaus, then left him to shakily sip his broth under the watchful eye of Hercules.
Do you understand what they were going on about? Iolaus asked.
Hercules sat on the rooms only other piece of furniture, a small stool, dragging it as far from the bed as he could. No idea. I looked into this mirror thing of Ares once and saw two men. One looked like me and one looked like you.
And you didnt want to be the one they used for whatever insane plan they had in mind so you recommended me?
Hercules grinned. Exactly. If it had been up to Ares, hed have stuffed me into this whirlwind thing he summoned up without a backward glance. Fortunately, Hades is fond of me. And after Ares thought it over, he decided youd be better for the experiment anyway.
Whirlwind?
Um. That what it looks like. A little whirlwind. Hercules cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable.
What?
Im sorry. I wish I didnt have to stick anybody into that thing but it was me or you and, like Hades, Im fond of me.
Iolaus was puzzled. He stared at Hercules, wondering why the son of the King of the Gods would care what happened to a dying thief. The other man ducked his head under that gaze. Iolaus noticed him starting to tug on a boot lace and realized that though Hercules face was well-schooled and gave away no sign of emotion, he could not hold his hands still when he was nervous.
Dont apologize. Iolaus felt his lips quirk in an ironic smile. Its not as if anyone were fond of me.
Hercules raised his head. My mother is.
Now Iolaus was genuinely surprised. The Lady Alcmene? How does she even know who I am?
She always feels sorry for. . .underdogs. We used to have three-legged dogs and half-blind cats around when I was a child because she felt sorry for anything weak and helpless.
And when I was a child, I struck your mother as weak and helpless.
Yeah. Hercules had turned his attention to a clasp holding his left gauntlet.
Iolaus snorted. She was wasting her pity. I was a lot less helpless than I looked.
Were you now? Hercules slanted a glance at Iolaus. I always thought that. I was impressed, you know, when you lifted my dagger right off me. One minute it was there, then it was gone.
You knew I took it?
Who else? And no one ever saw you again.
Grinning, Iolaus asked, So how come you never came after me?
I guess I felt sorry for you, too.
That was not the answer Iolaus hoped for. His smile vanished as quickly as it came. Save your pity, demigod. Ive lived quite a life without it and Ill die without it.
Hercules stood up. Get up, then, and face your death.
After a decent sleep in a decent bed, with at least a little nourishment in his belly, Iolaus felt stronger than he had in weeks. He was still barely able to stand and walk but at least he didnt feel as if every breath might be his last. Hercules lead him a short distance, into another courtyard, this one enclosed on all four sides by the temple. The two gods appeared moments after the Iolaus and Hercules arrived.
Right, said Hades, rubbing his hands together. Lets get started.
Iolaus.
Iolaus looked at the God of Wisdom.
Portentously Ares pronounced, I will learn much of this.
Oh. Iolaus thought it over. Glad to be of help.
Hades extended one hand and a bolt of lightning shot from his palm. It didnt strike anything but spread out in mid-air, forming a dancing circle of light. Ares lifted one hand and made the same gesture. When the lightning he threw reached the point where Hades power was spinning, a hole began to form. As Hercules had said, it was a whirlwind, a spinning vortex of grey clouds and flashing lightning. A fierce wind rose, blowing every speck of dust into the air to swirl and vanish into the center of the whirlwind.
Iolaus felt the tug in the center of his chest as surely as if someone had grabbed the front of his tunic and yanked. He staggered forward, completely unable to resist. Frantically, he looked around and saw Hercules was leaning against the pull, strong enough to hold his ground. The demigod was looking away, at Hades, not at Iolaus, as the thief was pulled inexorably towards the whirlwind.
What was the point, he thought suddenly, of struggling? He didnt want to live, had nothing to look forward to but a painful, miserable death. Why not just let himself be sucked into whatever that was in the service of two gods? If it hastened his death, all the better, and if he died helping both Hades and Ares, then surely that would earn him credit with Aphrodite when he faced her on the other side. Closing his eyes, Iolaus felt himself lifted and pulled into whatever fate the gods had chose for him.
***
Iolaus was walking backwards, talking to Hercules, discussing how odd it was to have Jason as the head of Cheirons Academy when a gust of wind knocked him to the ground. Hercules was at his side in an instant, searching the air for the cause of that wind, certain that the wind was not natural in origin.
Oh, now what? muttered Iolaus irritably, rubbing his backside where he had landed on a rock.
Hercules saw the vortex forming in the air in front of them. His arm instinctively reached out to grab Iolaus and pull the smaller man against him. Nothing was taking Iolaus away from Hercules again. Before Iolaus had a chance to protest, the wind reached a howling pitch, making speech impossible, as a figure suddenly spun out of the center of the vortex, and landed, limply, on the grass a few paces ahead of the two men. With an audible pop, the vortex closed and vanished.
What on earth? Iolaus pulled away from Hercules and walked towards the person lying on the ground. It appeared to be a man, dressed in a simple brown tunic and drawstring trousers that were too big for his thin frame. He was breathing, the sound coming harshly to Iolaus ears, as he lay curled where he fell. Someone from the Sovereigns world, do you think?
Hercules didnt answer. Carefully, Iolaus reached out and touched the man, noticing how sharp his bones were under his coarse clothing. The man didnt stir so Iolaus gently rolled him over on his back.
What in the name of. . . Hercules dropped to his knees next to the man. It looks like you!
The man did like look Iolaus, if Iolaus had become mortally ill. His sallow skin was drawn tight over the bones of his face and his eyes were sunken in dark hollows. His fair hair was thin and hung lankly on his cheek. The man on the ground stirred, groaning, his eyelashes fluttering. He rolled over to his side, seized with a fit of hacking coughs. As Iolaus and Hercules watched, this sickly twin of Iolaus brought up blood. When the coughing ended, the man fell onto his back, his eyes closed, his hand pressed against his chest.
Wiping the mans mouth with the hem of the brown tunic, Hercules said softly, What happened? I thought you were with Nautica.
The man opened his eyes. They were the same bright blue as the Iolaus who knelt next to Hercules, save they were haunted with pain.
Who? The man cleared his throat. Didnt the plan work? His eyes moved away from Hercules, took in his surroundings and the man with his face. What went wrong?
Delirious, said Hercules sharply. Then he lifted his head and called, Aphrodite!
Ah. The man closed his eyes as he smiled. Im dying.
Ah, Herc. Iolaus had seen his double once, in passing, and since coming back had heard about how the Iolaus from that other world had come back with Hercules, traveled as the demigods companion until that Iolaus fell in love with the Sea Kings daughter and went to live with her. Are you sure this is that other Iolaus?
What? Who else could he be? Aphrodite!
I dunno but did that Iolaus have an old scar like that? Iolaus pointed to a long cut that ran under this mans chin. And if he is married to the Sea Kings daughter, then wouldnt he be under the protection of Poseidon? I may be wrong but I think this is. . . Iolaus swallowed nervously, disturbed by the thought as it formed, another Iolaus.
Now that Iolaus mentioned it, Hercules stopped to look more closely at the man. Even if Iolaus the former jester had been taken away from Nautica and returned to his world to contract consumption, it hadnt been that long since Hercules had seen him. This man had been sick a long time, years from the look of it. And Iolaus was right. There was a scar along his jaw that the other Iolaus hadnt had. And there were scars on his wrists, from where he had been held in chains for some time.
Excuse me, said Hercules politely, too confused to do anything else, but is your name Iolaus?
The mans eyes came open. Of course it is! He raised himself on his elbows. Wait a minute. You look different.
Than what?
Than you looked this morning. The man, this other Iolaus, turned and looked at his counterpart. Who are you? Were you one of the men Ares saw?
Ares! The anger was plain in Hercules voice. I should have known hed be involved! Can you tell me what happened? How you got here? What Ares plans are?
The man started to answer but started coughing again. Hercules made up his mind. Questions could wait. This Iolaus needed medical attention more than Hercules needed answers.
Scooping this other Iolaus into arms, Hercules turned and started back to the Academy where they had been visiting Jason. Iolaus, his expression rather, dazed, followed.
Get Jasons healer, Hercules ordered brusquely, noticing how much lighter this man was than his own Iolaus. Have him meet us in the guest quarters. And tell Jason we have company.
Nodding, Iolaus turned and ran ahead, his mind in a whirl. There were days, he thought, when he just wished he had stayed dead. It was so much easier that way. He didnt bother to explain to Jason or to Neron, the Academys healer, who it was that Hercules was bringing, just that he had found a sick man who needed help. When Hercules arrived a few minutes later, his burden held gently in his great arms, a bed was prepared and Neron was waiting, a tray of medicines in his hands.
As Hercules laid the sick man down, Jason leaned forward, started to say something, stopped, and looked questioningly at Iolaus. Iolaus shrugged.
We dont know where he came from but he says his name is Iolaus. And no, he doesnt seem to be that Iolaus.
You two, muttered Jason as he watched the physician examine the sick man, are more trouble than youre worth some days.
Neron finished his examination quickly. Iolaus had told him what to expect and he already had vial of a medicine handy. He woke the sick Iolaus and persuaded him to drink the medicine, then built up a pile of pillows so that he could sit up. After he finished his ministrations, the healer pulled the three men aside and spoke quietly.
Hes dying, Neron said simply. He wont live more than a few weeks, days even. All I can do is make him comfortable. The old centaur looked sharply at Iolaus. If he is your kinsman, I suggest you gather the rest of the family. Hell need a funeral soon.
Can we talk to him? Hercules asked.
You can try. Im going to get him some soup. He looks as if he hasnt had a decent meal in years. With that, Neron left.
The three men all walked slowly to the bedside and stared at the man lying there. He sensed their eyes on him and opened them. Against the dark circles around them, his fever bright eyes were impossibly blue.
Yes? he said, sounding amused.
Hercules asked the obvious questions. Where are you from and how did you get here?
The sick Iolaus sighed. I dont know if I could explain. Would you believe me if I told you there are. . .other worlds besides your own.
Hercules nodded. I know. Ive visited one. Everyone looked the same as the people in this world but they were often very different. I thought it was the only other world but if youre here, then there must be at least one other.
Ares said there are an infinite number. The sick Iolaus turned his head and studied first his twin, then the older man standing next to him. Jason?
Yes?
In my world, you and I were friends once.
Jason, who looked uncomfortable at the thought that there were other versions of him, as well as alternate Hercules and Iolaus, replied, Iolaus and I are friends here.
Hercules laid his hand on the sick mans arm to bring his attention back to the demigod. Why did you leave your world?
No choice, really, although I wasnt supposed to come here. He shifted, coughing lightly, shaking his head at the panicked look on Hercules face. Ares said there is place between worlds that exists outside of them. Hades wants to use that place to get rid of his enemies. Because Ares saw me, or rather someone who looked like me, in that place once, he thought I might be able to get there more easily than anyone else. A smile, a shadowed reflection of the smile Hercules knew so well, flashed across the sick mans face. Nice to know the God of Wisdom can make mistakes just like the rest of us.
Hades is the God of Wisdom?
Iolaus question confused the sick man. No, Ares. Hades is the God of War.
In our world, explained Hercules, Ares is the God of War. Hades is the God of the Underworld
The sick man frowned. Ares--my Ares--said something a god with his face but not his wisdom.
The healthy Iolaus couldnt help snickering. Sounds like our Ares all right.
So, said Hercules softly, Your gods wanted you to check out this place even in your condition?
Unless gods are different in this world, they dont usually care what happens to unimportant mortals like me.
Hercules expression was grim, as was his voice. No, they usually dont. Still, Im glad you didnt get stuck in the middle. Ive been there and it isnt a very pleasant place. He managed a smile. As long as youre here, we might as well make you welcome.
His voice little more than a whisper, the sick man said, Thank you, and closed his eyes.
Hercules carefully tucked the blanket around the man and stood up as Neron entered the room, a bowl of soup in his hand.
Ill feed my patient now, said the centaur firmly, folding his legs under himself so he could kneel next to the bed. and you three can go elsewhere.
Hercules, Jason and Iolaus were brave men but not foolish. They took the healers advice and left him holding a spoon to the lips of the sick Iolaus.
Well, said Iolaus, pausing in an empty classroom. He sat on the edge of a table and looked up at his friends.
Well. Jason sat on a bench, his fingers idly tracing the letters carved into it.
Well. Hercules paced over to the blackboard, noticing which ever student had been working there last had made several mistakes in his sums. We seem to have a visitor.
Jason said, Hes welcome to stay as long as. . .well, hes welcome to stay. Well put him in one of the guest houses, away from the school, for the sake of the children. Neron will give him the best care possible until . . .
His voice flat, Iolaus finished for him. Until hes dead. Wonder what effect that will have on me. And fish boy.
Hercules, his back to his friends, smiled. He knew Iolaus was a little jealous of his counterpart, so briefly in this world and already happily married. Not much, said Hercules, turning to face the other two. This new Iolaus wasnt in the middle when you died last time and it obviously didnt kill him. Maybe we were wrong about that all along.
Im glad hes here.
Both men looked at Jason, surprised.
Poor guy hasnt been well treated lately, its obvious. He may be dying but hell be dying in a clean bed, with someone taking care of him. Jason set his jaw. He may not be an Iolaus we know but he deserves better than what he got where he was.
I wonder, said Iolaus, staring into space, what you are like in his world?
***
Hercules rocked back on his heels as the vortex closed around the thief. Beside him, Ares and Hades dropped their arms. The wind had died instantly with the disappearance of the vortex, taking Iolaus with it.
Well? said Hades impatiently.
Ares smiled beatifically. Now we wait. I must observe to see if he arrived at his destination. It may take some time before we see him. The angle of view is narrow and the place seems to be large.
Fine. Hades dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Let me know. Come on, Hercules.
Hercules followed his patron back into the main temple, where Hades took his usual spot on his throne. Also as usual, Hercules paced slowly around the sanctuary.
Hades?
Yes?
Are you sure this is such a good idea?
Hades shrugged. I dont know. If it works, it works. I was mostly going along for Ares sake. He gets these wild ideas that no one understands and get upset when no one wants to listen to him lecture. Hades grinned. Its not common knowledge but all the gods take turns putting up with Ares for a few months at a time, just so no one is stuck with him for long. Only time everyone on Olympus cooperates.
Hercules shook his head. I only hope Ares isnt messing with something bigger than he is. Id hate to think what would happen if that whirlwind thing got stuck open.
As long as it sucked Ares in first, I dont care. Now, tell me about this new warlord, whats his name, Joxer?
***
He wasnt in prison. Even though he wasnt entirely awake, he could tell that he was sitting in a comfortable bed, cushions behind easing the ache in his back that his illness brought on. He could even breath fairly easily. Then he remembered. Gods. Whirlwinds. And a centaur feeding him chicken soup. Iolaus the thief opened his eyes.
The room was large and well appointed, with two beds on the opposite sides of a well polished floor. There are heavy linen hangings on the window, a pair of carved stools on either side of a sturdy table, and a man in a pale yellow shirt, sitting on the edge of the table, staring at him.
Halo, said Iolaus.
Halo, replied Hercules. How are you feeling?
Terrible. The thief smiled. But believe me, Ive felt worse.
Youve been in chains.
Prisoners often are.
What were you in prison for?
Iolaus considered lying to this man but decided there was no point. It wasnt as if this Hercules could send him back to King Menellaus prison.
I am. . .was a thief. Up until a couple of years ago, I was a pretty good one. Then I made the mistake of trusting a very pretty lady with long strawberry blonde hair and big green eyes. Ladies are a weakness of mine.
Hercules smiled. Seems to be a mutual weakness. My Iolaus is quite the ladies man.
We cant help it, you know, handsome devils that we are.
Are you up to answering a few questions?
Sure. But all I can do is try to tell you what Ares. . .the God of Wisdom. . .told me and Im not sure I understand any of it.
Hercules pulled a stool closer to the bed. Apparently, he wasnt afraid of contracting Iolaus disease. Up close, Iolaus noticed there were differences between this Hercules and the one he knew. Aside from the clothes and the haircut, this man seemed a good deal friendlier. Maybe it was because he wasnt carrying any visible weapon but Iolaus felt very relaxed. Or maybe it was just because Iolaus was clean, in a comfortable bed, in a nice room, with the hope that when he died in this world, the god of the afterlife, whoever that was, wouldnt know him and would let him into the Elysian Fields.
Outside the window, Iolaus paced, trying to listen to some of what his counterpart was telling Hercules. Something about spheres and threads. None of it made sense to Iolaus.
He wasnt sure why he was so bothered by the existence of this third version of himself but he was. He had never really met that other Iolaus, the one who spent several months with Hercules while the real Iolaus was dead. He wasnt sure if even wanted to meet him. Hercules hadnt suggested it and Iolaus hadnt asked. But why would this man, this dying--from the overheard conversation--thief, disturb the warrior so much? Was it because this other Iolaus reflected some part of Iolaus he didnt want to admit to?
No, that didnt make sense. Iolaus stopped under the window, trying to catch the weak voice of his twin--no, triplet. He hadnt know the sick man was a thief until this minute. The other mans dishonest nature didnt trouble Iolaus. His very existence did. Iolaus had felt uncomfortable the instant he saw his face on the other man.
Because he was dying? Iolaus considered that. Was he afraid that the death of that man would cause his death? Iolaus shook his head. No, he felt, with absolute certainty, that when the thief died, Iolaus would live on. Was it the attention Hercules was paying to this other Iolaus?
Now there was a place Iolaus didnt want to go. He was willing to admit a slight jealousy over the other Iolaus, the one who had helped Hercules over the loss of his best friend, the one who had found true love in only a few months and was now married to the Sea Kings daughter, but this man was a total stranger. Hercules was only talking to him now because they needed to know if these other gods were in any way a threat.
The voices fell silent. Iolaus risked peering into the room, checking to see if Hercules was pulling the blanket up over the other mans face. He wasnt. Hercules was leaving the room and the sick man appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
So why, Iolaus asked himself, do you feel like jumping out of your skin?
Iolaus?
At the sound of his friends voice, Iolaus nearly did jump. It was with considerable effort he turned around, keeping his expression calm and neutral. Yeah, Herc.
Im going to do some work in the library. I think there are some scrolls there that talk about infinite worlds.
Fine, fine. Iolaus suddenly made up his mind. I think Ill go hunting. Perfect, something more physical than fishing that would take his mind off whatever was bothering him.
Fine. See you later.
Iolaus spent the day in the forest above the Academy, a bow slung over his back, a quiver on his hip, not really hunting, just losing himself in the chase, finding and tracking, moving silently through the woods, practicing those arts of his that were sadly underused these days. He finally brought down a brace of partridges and some hare just to justify his efforts, walking back to the Academy as darkness fell.
He was just about to enter the gates to the main complex when he heard someone running hard behind him. Iolaus turned, ready for an attack, and saw a boy, one of the students, panting.
Sir? He was looking very confused in addition to being out of breath. Have you seen Hercules?
Not since just after noon. Why?
Well, theres someone. . . The boy was gnawing his lip, obviously at a loss. You should see.
Dropping his catch, Iolaus followed the boy, who was babbling something about being out picking mushrooms, when he came across this. . .person. Iolaus didnt have to ask. They hadnt gone very far when Iolaus saw, staggering towards him in the moonlight, a small man who had plainly had a great deal to drink. The man was unable to keep a straight line as he walked down the path. He was muttering to himself, swinging his arms in an effort to maintain his balance. Although he was still several paces away, Iolaus could smell the cheap wine.
Hey! Iolaus called out to the drunk, who raised his head to stare blearily back. Even in the distortion of the moonlight, even with the unshaven stubble and the hair falling into the face, Iolaus recognized the man.
Get Hercules, he commanded the boy. Try the library. But find him!
Yes, sir! The boy was gone in a flash.
The drunk managed a few more lurching paces before he stopped, squinting. Raising at trembling hand, the drunk spoke, his voice slurred, Do I know you? Of course I do, youre an old friend, arent you? You look damn familiar anyway. He giggled. Im sure youre an old friend and Im sure youd like to buy me a drink.
Iolaus could barely make himself speak to this wreck of a man. Where had this Iolaus come from? I think, my friend, you have had enough.
The drunken Iolaus laid his finger against his nose and laughed. Oh no. There is never enough. You look like an intelligent man. Surely you know that?
Iolaus, hating to do it, took a step closer to the man. Do I look like an old friend? Are you sure? Did you look closely?
The drunk, who had let his head drop again, raised it. Clearly, he was having trouble focusing his eyes. He closed one, then the other, rocking his head back from shoulder to shoulder, mumbling to himself as he did it.
Youre not Ajax. Ajax always lectures me. Youre not tall enough for Iphhic. . .Hipi. . .Iphicles. The man leaned forward. Wait, you do look awfully familiar. Who in the name of all the gods. . .
Iolaus sensed rather than heard Hercules come up behind him. He knew the drunk had seen Hercules, too, because as the drunk raised his head, his eyes went wide in horror. He held one shaking hand out towards the man behind Iolaus before shrieking, Dont haunt me! just before his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
Neither Iolaus nor Hercules said anything. Hercules picked up the drunk, trying hard not to wrinkle his nose, and they walked quickly back towards the Academy.
Jason, his face grim, met them at the guest house, directing Hercules to lay his burden on the couch by the fire in the sitting room. He knew what to do with this Iolaus. He got a bucket from Neron, a pile of rags and cold water, and told Hercules and Iolaus to wait outside. After an hour or so, this Iolaus groaned and rolled over, retching. Jason held his head, then wiped his face. The bloodshot blue eyes opened.
Jason?
Yes.
Tears welled up in the drunkards eyes. He turned away from the older man, whimpering. Im sorry. I never wanted you to see me like this. I know how you must feel about me. A former Argonaut, reduced to this.
Youd be surprised, said Jason, holding cup of willowbark tea out for the other man. Im more sympathetic about some things than I look.
Iolaus refused the tea, curling up on his side and sobbing. No one should have sympathy for me. Not after what Ive done.
What did you do that was so terrible youve had to punish yourself like this?
You know! I failed him! I let him die and now. . .now he haunts me!
Jason sighed. Iolaus, I know this is going to be hard for you to understand but things arent quite the way you think.
Arent they? Iolaus wiped his nose on his filthy sleeve. I wasnt there and he died. If I had been there. . . His voice trailed off in a hiccup.
Iolaus. Jason used his firmest, most commanding voice. It worked. The other man sat up, still hiccuping miserably, but at least he was paying attention. Something happened to you. Do you remember a whirlwind?
Iolaus started to shake his head, then thought it over. I remember a cold wind and then I was spinning around and then I was on the ground. Is that what you mean?
Yes. That wind was from the gods. I cant explain it any better than to just tell you that it snatched you up from your world and brought you here, to this world.
His expression one of considerable doubt, Iolaus looked up at Jason. His voice was surprisingly steady as he said, What have you been drinking because it must be good stuff?
I dont drink anymore, Iolaus. And Im telling the truth. You are in a different world, a world in which Hercules isnt dead. Everyone here looks the same but were all different in some ways.
Uh-huh. Sure. Iolaus reached for the tea he had been offered earlier and sniffed it, then took a sip, making a face at the bitter taste.
Jason stood up. I can prove it. He crossed the room and opened the door, speaking to whoever was waiting outside. Then he stood back and let Hercules and Iolaus enter. For a heartbeat, the drunkard started at the other two, then he closed his eyes, waving his hands as if to dispel smoke.
No, he gasped hoarsely. No.
In his world, Jason explained, Hercules is dead. I havent gotten the details but apparently he blames himself, which accounts for his condition.
The man had lurched to his feet, backing away from Hercules and Iolaus. His eyes were open now and both men could see the terror in them. He was muttering and trembling.
Iolaus. Hercules spoke the familiar name softly. I know you must be confused but what Jason said is true. You are no longer in your world.
Iolaus added helpfully, But youre not on the other side. Youre not dead!
No, no, no, muttered the drunkard, still waving his hands as if to dissolve his vision. Youre dead. Im sorry I failed you. I am so sorry. He started to weep again. As he reached the wall, he slid down it, curling into a ball, still crying and apologizing.
I think you better go, said Jason wearily. I dont think hes quite sober enough to handle it but its a start.
Youre sure? Hercules hated to see anyone suffer, let alone someone who looked so much like his friend.
Im sure. Go. Ill talk to him. A grim smile flickered on Jasons face. I know how drunks think.
They left, Hercules giving one last backwards glance of pity to the man curled up on the floor.
By all the gods, muttered Iolaus, rubbing his hands over his face. I think hes worse than the sick one.
Poor guy. He laid his hand on Iolaus shoulder. I know how he feels. Im the one who keeps getting left behind, you know.
Yeah, but. . . Iolaus waved his hand towards the door to the room where Jason tended this latest version of himself. I like to think even if something happened to you, I wouldnt end up like that. Then again, if he thinks he failed you. . . Iolaus voice trailed off unhappily.
Lets go talk to. . . Hercules stopped, uncertain as to how to refer to the other Iolaus. Now there were three, no four, in this world and it was getting complicated.
Iolaus finished the sentence. Lets go talk to the thief. If hes awake, hes a good deal more coherent than that drunk.
The thief was awake, sitting up in his bed, staring out the window. When the two men entered, he smiled briefly at them and said, The stars seem to be exactly the same.
Hercules took a stool and pulled it over close to the sickbed. Iolaus remained on the other side of the room, leaning against the other bed.
We have another visitor, said Hercules.
Another Iolaus?
Yes. I dont suppose you know of another Iolaus from your world?
The thief shook his head. Not one that looks like me, no.
Do you think your gods have sent him here on purpose?
I think, replied the thief, that your latest Iolaus arrival is as much as an accident as mine. He frowned. Ares said something about a world being out-of-balance because there were two of--for lack of a better word--me in it. He looked over at Iolaus, who was fidgeting with his amulet, running his finger along the broken edge. Is this that world?
It was Hercules who answered. Yes. Its a long story but there is another Iolaus, from a different world, living here.
Curious, the thief asked, Where?
Hes a fish, said Iolaus, looking up for a moment. Sort of.
Hercules shot his friend an irritated glance before explaining to the thief about Iolaus falling in love with Nautica and being allowed to marry her. As he told the story, Hercules noticed that the expression on the thiefs face was identical to the one Iolaus had had when hearing the story for the first time: baffled, amused, and not entirely believing the story. The thief shook his head and laughed softly, which made him cough for a few moments. When he had regained control, he started to explain about Ares describing a funnel that he might fit in.
Suppose, the thief said, leaning forward, his expression thoughtful and intent, that this world was already a little, shall we say, Iolaus heavy, because there were two of them here. Then I arrived and now there are three. Maybe the. . .abundance of Iolauses. . .Iolausi?. . .has created some sort slippery slope and all of us are going to pool here the bottom.
Iolaus dropped his amulet, the expression on his face one of horror. Do you think? Herc?
Maybe not. Hercules started fidgeting with the laces on his gauntlet, not noticing the smile that crossed the thiefs face. Maybe the arrival of . . .
Iolaus completed the sentence. The drunk.
The thief raised his eyebrows at his counterpart. Iolaus explained, Hes a lush. Showed up stewed to the gills and he looks like hes been on a bender for the last ten years.
Charming. You must be delighted to find out that other versions of yourself are dying thieves and lousy drunks.
Very dryly, Iolaus said, Charmed. Oh, yeah.
Maybe, Hercules exclaimed, there is a balance now. You. . . He pointed to his Iolaus, are balanced by the other Iolaus. And now you. . . He pointed back to the thief, are balanced by the latest addition.
Youd better hope so, replied the thief, leaning back against the pillows, or the alternative is a world full of Iolausi. If there really are an infinite number of worlds, than there may be an infinite number of us. I know you like us, Hercules, but do you really want to live in a Greece full coast to coast with Iolauses?
Hercules looked shocked by the thought but it was Iolaus who reacted more violently. He swore, slamming his hand against the edge of the bed.
This has got to stop! He shouted and stormed out of the room.
Iolaus started to run, out of the guest house and away from the Academy, running with nowhere to go except away. The moon had set and he soon had to stop, panting, in the dark shelter of some trees.
This was insane! How could there be this many of him and why were they all such losers? It was bad enough knowing that there was a version of himself who was a ridiculous, cowardly jester but to actually see these counterparts, this failed thief and this guilt ridden drunkard, was more than he could stand.
Iolaus leaned his head against the trunk of the tree and stared up into the night sky, automatically finding north. So the stars were the same. Did that mean souls were the same? He knew how easily he could have remained a thief, like the dying man. Iolaus knew, without Hercules in his life, thats exactly what he would have been. Without Hercules, he might have ended up in prison, with the scars of prison manacles on his wrists, dying lonely and unloved.
But suppose he had known Hercules. Suppose he had failed him, had not been there to guard his friends back. Would the guilt of that failure driven him to drown his sorrows in cheap wine? Hercules had lost him, more than once, and while he had been saddened and angry, he hadnt become a pitiful drunkard.
Is that what I am? Iolaus thought, his head in his hands. Without Hercules, Im either a criminal or a failure. Or, since the thief had been in prison, a failed criminal. Iolaus felt sick.
Iolaus?
Iolaus didnt respond. He raised his head enough to see Hercules standing a few feet away, silhouetted against the stars. Iolaus knew if he stayed very still, Hercules couldnt see him and his friend would move on, looking elsewhere. Not that that would help.
Im here, Herc.
This is so. . .weird.
Iolaus had to laugh, both at Hercules choice of words and the confused tone in his voice.
What if hes right? Iolaus stood up and walked over to his friends side, looking up at his face. It was too dark to see much of Hercules expression but Iolaus knew him well enough to guess what it would be. What if an infinite number of me just keep dropping out of the heavens every day. Or twice a day, since we got two today. Aside from the problem of what to call thousands of guys all with the same name, where would we all live? I mean, the thief isnt a problem, hes going to be giving Hades the shock of a lifetime in a few days when he shows up on the other side but we have to do something with that idiot drunk . . .
Hercules interrupted his friend. That really bothers you, doesnt it?
I dont know. Iolaus ran his hands through his hair as he turned his head to stare back down the hill towards the Academy. We both know, without you keeping me on the straight and narrow, Id be a crook. Hercules started to say something but Iolaus continued. And apparently, if Im not a crook, Im a drunk or a coward. Lovely to know I have such potential.
Iolaus. . .
Without you, Herc, it appears I am one big miserable failure.
Hercules grabbed his friend suddenly by the shoulder of his vest and gave him a shake. So your alter egos arent heroes, big deal. Remember the Sovereign? I cant get too thrilled thinking about what part of me is in him.
Yeah but at least he was a successful nutcase. I seem to be destined for failure.
Oh, for. . . Hercules managed a weak laugh as he put his arm around Iolaus shoulders. Look, this is bizarre but well get it taken care of. And I do know how you feel, seeing your own face on someone you hate. Its not pleasant.
No. Iolaus leaned against his friend for a moment for comfort. I hope the next Iolaus is an improvement.
***
They were waiting, Iolaus sitting on the ground, idly weaving a long chain out of stalks of grass. Hercules was standing, facing the other direction, looking down at the Academy, thinking about the thief and the drunkard. He hated to categorize them that way but the only alternative was to think of them as Iolaus number three and Iolaus number four and that didnt seem any better.
When the wind started to blow, Iolaus stood up, brushing his hands on his trousers, waiting. Hercules turned around, squinting into the wind.
Damn, muttered Iolaus as the vortex formed a short distance away and a figure came spinning out of it.
They ran forward, stopping suddenly when an unexpected sound reached their ears, the sound of small child crying.
This new Iolaus stood up, holding a child in his arms. He was comforting her, saying softly, Its all right, baby, daddys here. Shhh, dont cry Mene.
Iolaus number five was much better dressed than either the thief or the drunk. He was wearing a dark blue cloak over a grey blouse and black trousers. His hair was long, hanging below his shoulders, held back by a gold clasp. He was obviously wealthier than any previous version, because in addition to the clasp in his hair, he had a an ornate gold brooch pin, set with garnets, holding his cloak at the shoulder and instead of gauntlets, he wore wide beaten copper bracelets on his wrists. The overall impression was a plump, prosperous Iolaus who didnt sleep on the ground and hunt his own food but an Iolaus who slept every night in a comfortable bed and hadnt missed a meal in a long time.
He glanced up from calming the child and saw Hercules. He started to smile and say something when he caught sight of a very grim faced Iolaus.
Hercules. Orestes?
Hercules answered, Ah, no. Im Hercules but hes not Orestes.
The fifth Iolaus frowned. If youre not my cousin Orestes, then who are you?
Iolaus. My name is Iolaus.
I see. He looked intently at Hercules, his frown deepening. He began to turn away, obviously intending to protect his child, his free hand going towards a dagger on his belt. Youre not the Hercules I know.
No, Im not. And youll have to be patient because this is very complicated.
****
As Jason entered the sick room, he was surprised to see the thief standing at the window.
"We have a new member of our little club." said this Iolaus, turning from the window so Jason could see. "He looks to be a family man."
Jason glanced out and saw Hercules and the man he thought of as 'his' Iolaus standing next to another Iolaus, this one dressed in a long cloak and holding in his arms a child.
"You don't think the child came through the vortex with him, do you?" asked Jason, his voice sounding horrified.
The thief, who was easing himself back into bed, shrugged. "Looks that way to me. You know, if Hercules doesn't do something soon, this Greece is going to be lousy with Iolauses. And, apparently, the children of Iolaus, too."
The thief watched the former king of Corinth as the older man stared outside.
"Jason?"
Jason turned, being startled again by how fragile this Iolaus looked, his pale skin tight over his skull. It didn't need a professional healer to predict this man's demise. His death shone from his eyes.
"Why doesn't Hercules just appeal to the gods? Since it was a God of Wisdom who got us into this mess, why doesn't Hercules just ask your God of Wisdom for help? Hercules is the son of a god, isn't he?"
"Yes, but he doesn't get along very well with the gods in this world. I think he'd prefer to come up with a solution on his own."
The thief sighed, shifting against the pillows. "Well, he better hurry up. I mean, I'll be dead soon enough but what about accommodations for the rest of us."
Jason stepped forward, helping the thief arrange the pillows, until the man sank back against them, eyes closed. Jason was going to leave the room when those eyes opened again.
"So," said that voice that was almost familiar, "how come you're not a king anymore?"
"I abdicated so I could marry a woman who wasn't of royal blood."
The thief grinned, another echo of the Iolaus Jason knew so well. "Romantic, eh? Good for you." He cleared his throat. "Do you mind talking to me? I've been alone a lot lately and having someone to talk to is a relief." He didn't add, although both men knew it, that a conversation took his mind off his dying.
Jason pulled a stool up closer to the sick bed. "I don't mind talking. Usually, with my Iolaus, it's hard to get a word in edgewise. So the Jason you knew was a king, too."
"Hmmm. Actually, when I knew him, he was the younger brother of the king. He didn't get to be king until later, after his brother died."
"Did you rob the royal treasury?"
The thief laughed softly, the sound turning into a cough that he managed to control with obvious effort. "No, believe it or not, I was one of the loyal followers of Prince Jason when he went in search of the Ruby Fleece."
"Ruby Fleece?" Jason shook his head. All these alternate worlds were confusing him. "Here it was the Golden Fleece."
The thief grinned. "Probably more attractive. The Ruby Fleece looked as if it were soaked it blood."
"So," asked Jason, settling himself comfortably on the stool, his back against the wall, "How come a thief like yourself was an Argonaut?"
"A woman."
"Ah."
"She was beautiful and respectable and I stupidly fell in love with her even though I knew it was hopeless." The thief's voice was soft, his eyes half closed as he remembered. "The call had gone out for men willing to risk their lives in an impossible quest. Fool for love, fool for everything I guess." He chuckled, coughed, and spoke again. "And there was an opening for someone who knew how to open locks. I volunteered."
"You were successful, I take it."
"Oh, yeah." He shook his head. It had been so long ago, more than half his lifetime. What would his life had been like if that voyage had ended differently?
"When I got back, I went straight to the house of the woman. I was honored, a hero, a friend of the royal house of Corinth. And when I showed up at her door, her brother tried to kill me."
He touched the scar under his chin. "You went with me," Iolaus said, forgetting which Jason he was talking to. "To prove to the world that I was fit to marry the daughter of respectable rug merchant. What I didn't know was that I had left that respectable young woman with child." His voice dropped to a mere whisper, barely audible even in the quiet room. "She realized it a couple of months after we left. She went to a midwife to try to get rid of it before her family found out but something went wrong." Iolaus shifted on the pillows. "She died. She was dead barely two months after we sailed. By the time we got back, she'd been in her grave for over a year."
Jason leaned forward, his hand resting lightly on the blanket at the foot of the bed. "I'm sorry."
Iolaus the thief shrugged. "Don't be. It was a long, long time ago and let's face it, even if she had lived, I would have made a terrible husband."
"Did your Jason punish her brother?"
"No. I wouldn't let him. I deserved to have my throat cut for what I did to that poor girl and I don't mean just getting her pregnant. I never should have had anything to do with her, not someone like me."
"Did you stay friends with your Jason?"
"For a while. But once my throat healed. . ." The thief's voice drifted off for a moment. "I was what I was. I left one night. Not long after, Jason's brother died and he became king. I saw him once, years later, I was in Corinth and he was presiding over a trial of some nobleman who hadn't paid the proper taxes. He looked old and unhappy and I realized I was better off than he was."
Suddenly, remembering who he was speaking to, Iolaus sat up and started to apologize. "I don't mean you're like that."
"No." Jason smiled. "And I'm not a king anymore."
Voices drifted into the sick room. Iolaus tilted his head towards the door. "Where's the drunk?"
"Still sleeping it off."
"When he wakes up, if he doesn't mind sharing a room, you might put him in that bed. I think you're going to be hard pressed for space if Hercules doesn't come up with something soon."
"If you need to anything. . ."
Iolaus sank back against the cushions as the former king left. What had his gods gotten all these other poor innocents into?
***
Iolaus frowned as he shifted his daughter from one arm to the other. If anyone else had told him this ridiculous story, he would have thought them lunatics but this man who looked so much like the Hercules he knew, and his partner, a man with his own face, made the story hard to deny.
"So. . ." He took a deep breath. His daughter wanted down and he finally set her on the floor between his knees as he sat on the bench facing these two men with their incredible tale. "I'm the fifth Iolaus in this world."
They had shown him two other men, both asleep, and both with his face. The mer version of himself lived in the sea so he wasn't available. Iolaus shook his head. Either he had gone mad that morning or he really truly was in another world.
"I'm sorry," said this other Hercules and Iolaus found himself smiling. He sounded just like the Hercules he knew, taking responsibility for everything.
"Hardly your fault," said the newest Iolaus, holding out his hand so his daughter could keep a tight grip on one finger as she walked a few toddling steps towards the other Iolaus. The other Iolaus, the one who apparently belonged in this world, was staring at the little girl with obvious delight and fascination. Did he have a daughter, too? "I mean, from what you said, it was the gods of another world who caused this mess."
Hercules sighed. "It was and it's time I talked to the gods of this world to see if we can straighten this out. Don't worry, I promise we'll get you home."
Iolaus smiled reassuringly at this Hercules. "If you're anything like the Hercules I know, you'll take care of it. I'm not worried."
Hercules stood up, nodding once to the new Iolaus before turning to his Iolaus and saying, "I'm going to see Athena." His voice was grim. "We have got to stop this."
Iolaus nodded. It was one thing to drag grown men out of their worlds but now a child had been added and that was too much. Hercules strode out of the room just as hand touched Iolaus on the knee. He looked down, into blue eyes, wide beneath white blonde curls.
He bent down to her level, unable to stop smiling. She smiled back. Even though he felt bad about bringing this child into his world, it was nice to see a version of himself who seemed to have done all right in his life.
"So, does your Hercules blame himself every time you get a head cold?"
Iolaus looked up at the girl's father, shrugging and grinning. "Yeah, pretty much. He makes Atlas look like a lightweight."
The two men smiled at each other. The girl reached up to touch the medallion around Iolaus' neck, tugging on it.
"Ah, I hate to bring this up but I don't suppose you have any spare diapers. I was only going to be away from the house for a few minutes and didn't bring any with me. She's only sixteen months old and not even close to potty trained."
Iolaus looked up in horror. At his expression, the fifth Iolaus laughed.
"I'll ask Neron. He must have some bandages. Ah, sweetie, I need that back." Carefully, he disengaged his medallion from the little girl's determined grip and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute."
A moment after he left, an older man came in to the room. Iolaus raised his eyebrows.
"Jason?"
The older man gave him an ironic smile. "Same face, same name. I assume you're Iolaus." He looked down at the little girl as she walked over towards him. "And who is this?"
"Mene."
"Hello, Mene. Aren't you beautiful?"
The girl grinned up at him with the Iolaus smile. She waved and babbled a happy greeting.
"I take it we know each other?"
Iolaus laughed at Jason's reaction. "Yes, you could say that. You're her honorary grandfather in my world. Both her real ones are dead and since you were married to her namesake, you got the job."
"Ah." He squatted down as Iolaus had earlier so he could look her in the eye. This seemed to please the little girl, who giggled. "So her full name is Alcmene."
"Yes. My own mother. . .left when I was a child and Alcmene did everything she could to take her place. She was a wonderful woman."
Jason stroked the soft curls on top of the child's head. "So, she's gone in your world, too."
"Just after Mene was born."
The two men shared a glance. Odd. They were total strangers, really, but both had a moment of mutual sorrow for the same soul, if not the same woman.
Iolaus bounded back in the door, a stack of neatly folded linens in his hand. He gave them to his counterpart.
"Will these do?"
Iolaus took them and nodded. "Perfect." He scooped his daughter up carefully and laid her on the table."
Jason stood up. "I better check on our other guest." He left to the other guest room.
While Iolaus watched, this newest version of himself changed the baby with speed and dexterity that amazed him.
"You've done that before," he remarked, handing his counterpart the bucket with a lid that the practical centaur had provided with the linens.
"I've done it a quite a few times before," the child's father replied as he sat his daughter up and gave her hug. "There are four more at home."
"Four!"
Iolaus sat down, setting his child on his knees, letting her play with his bracelets.
"There's Skouros, he's named after my father, well, your father, too, I suppose." Since he was keeping an eye on his child, he never saw the look that flickered across the face of the other Iolaus. "He's seven. Ilea, she's named after my mother-in-law, she's five. The twins, Hercules and Iphicles, are three and Mene here is not quite a year and a half."
"Twins! That must be fun."
Iolaus smiled fondly. "They are. . .challenging."
"Well, you name kids after Herc and Iphicles, what do you expect?"
Iolaus laughed. "I know. I was asking for it. It's just. . .when they were born, they were so small, that the midwife said I should pick names I didn't like much since they were sure to die. So, I gave them the names of the two biggest, strongest men I knew." He looked up, startled again to see that face so like his own. "I may come to regret that decision but they are alive and well."
There was an awkward pause until Iolaus said, "So, what do you do to support five kids?" He didn't add, and support them well, from the looks of you.
The other Iolaus picked up the bracelet his daughter had discarded and tossed it across the room. "I'm a gold, silver and coppersmith. After I gave up soldiering around with Herc and Iphicles, I went back to blacksmithing. Then I met my wife and started fooling around making her some jewelry and discovered I'm good at it."
Iolaus studied the bracelet in his hand. It was beautifully made, perfectly balanced and curved, every mark of the hammer precise and exact. "No kidding," he said, turning the object over his hands. "This is nice work."
The other Iolaus pointed to his cloak. "That's a new one I just made. I'm experimenting with a new way to roll the gold."
Iolaus removed the golden pin and examined it as he had the other piece. "Nice granulation." He held it close to his eyes. "Really nice. I've never seen anything like it. How do you do it?"
"Lots of practice. One of the first things I made for Deianaira when we were courting was a brooch and whenever she wears it now, I wince. What?"
Iolaus had raised his head from the jewelry in his hand to stare at the other man. "Did you say Deianaira? Tall, long curly fair hair? Gorgeous?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Swallowing, Iolaus wondered if he could explain. Looking at the little girl, who was now sitting on the floor, rolling her father's bracelet back and forth between her chubby hands, he could see the resemblance to his Hercules' long dead daughter.
"In this world," Iolaus said slowly, " Deianaira was married to Hercules."
"Really?" His eyes opened wide in astonishment. "Take that out of your mouth, sweetie. It's just that my Hercules isn't much interested in women. Like, not at all."
"Really?" When Iolaus realized he had said exactly the same thing as the metalsmith, in exactly the same tone of voice, he found himself grinning. "This is really, really odd."
"Tell me about it." Iolaus scooped up his daughter, sliding his bracelet back around his wrist to save it from her teeth. "I can't imagine Herc with Deianaira. I don't think he's ever even been with a woman. So," He took a deep breath. "You did say 'was,' didn't you."
Iolaus frowned at the floor, studying the scuffed toes of his boots. "Yeah. It's a long story but she and his three children have been gone for several years now." He scratched the back of his head. "Maybe we shouldn't mention your wife's name to him, you think?"
"You may be right." There was another long pause while the two men didn't look at each other before the baby made an unhappy sound and yanked at her father's hair. "Say, we missed breakfast. Do you suppose we could get something to eat around here?"
***
Athena frowned, studying Hercules as he carefully told her all the details of his plight. She asked him questions and he tried, as best he could, to explain what the thief had explained to him. When he finished, the Goddess of Wisdom stood up from her throne and paced across the white marble floor of her temple.
"He said Ares was God of Wisdom in this world?"
Hercules sighed and rubbed his temples. His headache had started the moment the first vortex had opened on the hill above the Academy and it hadn't gotten any better in the ensuing day and a half.
"I told you," he replied, making an effort not to sound petulant.
"It just seems unlikely."
"Look, if he could be the God of Love in the Sovereign's world, why not the God of Wisdom in some other world?"
Athena shook her head. "I can almost imagine him as God of Love but Wisdom. . ." Her voice trailed off. When she saw how miserable Hercules was, she reached over and laid a delicate hand on his shoulder.
"You know, as your problems with Iolaus go, this one isn't so bad."
Hercules looked up at his sister, trying to smile. "You mean instead of his dying, I'm getting extras. Yeah, it could be worse but it's still hardly fair to these other men. The one who arrived this morning had a child with him." Now Hercules did smile, remembering the little girl peeking shyly at him from her father's embrace.
Smiling, Athena brushed Hercules' hair back from his brow. "If she was Iolaus' daughter, I imagine she is adorable. How old is she?"
"She is adorable and I suppose about a year and a half." His eyes pleaded with Athena. "She should be home with her mother."
Athena paced the length of the room, obviously thinking very seriously. "We might be able to close the vortex. We might even be able to send these other men back. But there is a problem." She sighed. "After that unfortunate incident. . ."
"You mean when you all ran away from Dahak and tried to hide in the Sovereign's world and Ares managed to trap you there?"
Athena's lips tightened. "Yes. That." Neither she nor Hercules said it but she knew that all the gods except Ares still owed him a debt for his saving them. "After that, we all agreed that no one could open a doorway to another world without the agreement of all the major deities."
Hercules groaned and put his head on the table in front of him. The tiles were painted with scenes of scholars at work, copying texts or teaching students. If he looked closely, he could actually watch the tiny figures move. Now he just lay his head against the cool surface, seeking relief. At least Athena had said all the major deities. That left out having to deal with the minor gods, like Pan and Hebe and Discord, who were even worse to try to get together on something than the important ones.
With his head down, Hercules couldn't see the sympathetic look on Athena's face. While she was not one of the gods who had claim to Iolaus, she did like the little blonde man, if only because he was genuinely intelligent, even if he didn't always use his intelligence. She had long ago forgiven him for his foolishness in that ridiculous beauty contest. After all, he was just a man. And Hercules did care for him so very much.
"I'll start right away," she said, patting Hercules on the shoulder. "I can't imagine, under the circumstances, we'll have too much trouble with most of the gods. After all, Aphrodite and Hephaestus and some of the others like Iolaus and will want to help him. And the ones who don't like him would probably be willing to do something to prevent Greece from filling up with hundreds of variations of him."
Hercules caught the unsaid word in her tone. He lifted his head. "But?"
"But we might have trouble with Ares."
Hercules groaned again. "I still can't believe you didn't get together and do something about him after he tried to destroy all of you."
Athena shrugged. "What can I say? We were partly responsible for running away, although I'm the only god I imagine you'll ever get to admit that. Zeus made Ares the way he is, ambitious and ruthless. We can hardly blame him for his own nature anymore than you can find fault with me for being brilliant." A faint smile quirked the edges of her lips. "And we did punish him, don't worry. He won't be trying anything against any of us any time soon." The smile vanished. "But he may be a problem. Maybe I can get Aphrodite or Hephaestus to work on him. He gets along better with them."
"Try," begged Hercules. "Please."
The goddess smiled again. "Don't worry. We will solve this problem. I promise." As she vanished in a flash of silver blue light, Hercules winced. He guessed she was right. Having too many Iolauses was better than too few, especially one in particular, but this was still a damned strange situation to be in.
***
Jason felt exactly the same way Hercules did. He preferred having extra versions of his friend to losing Iolaus again but the whole idea of dozens of Iolauses, who all seemed to know some version of himself, was still disconcerting.
He had checked on all of them again, finding the thief asleep and the latest version and the man Jason thought of as "his" Iolaus eating a late breakfast and discussing metal work while the beautiful little girl played at their feet. Finally, he had gone to sit next to the drunk, waiting for this sad version of Iolaus to wake up.
He did, slowly, and with obvious discomfort. When he opened his bloodshot eyes and focused them on Jason, he groaned. His voice was a hoarse rasp, unlike the pleasant tenor Jason expected from an Iolaus.
"Not a dream," gasped the drunk, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed so he could sit up.
"Nope." Jason tried to look friendly. The poor man really did look terrible. He obviously hadn't bathed for several days, his hair hanging in greasy strands around an unshaven face. His clothes were torn and badly mended. He wore only a dirty tunic that might have once been green, brown leggings torn at both knees and plain rope sandals like a sailor might wear. He had no gauntlets, no jewelry, no weapons. He looked less like the Iolaus Jason knew than the dying thief. At least that man had a spark in his hollow eyes of a spirit Jason could recognize. This man's eyes, in addition to being red, looked lost and dead.
"How do you feel?"
The drunkard frowned as he considered the question. "Lousy. My head feels like it is about to explode, I ache all over and my stomach is one fire." He lifted his head to look at Jason and for one, fleeting instant, he looked like a proper Iolaus. "But I don't feel like throwing up, which is an improvement."
"Well, then." Jason rubbed his hands together briskly. "How about a bath and something bland to eat. Soda bread used to help my insides during my drinking days."
Sounding incredulous, this Iolaus said, "You drank?"
"I take it I'm more temperate in your world."
"Much more. We were allowed one cup of watered wine per day when we were on the Argo. You tossed a sailor overboard once for dipping into the wine stores. Well, not you. . ."
"I know." Jason managed a wide smile for his companion. "Weird, isn't it?"
The drunk bit his lower lip, his eyes dropping away from Jason's face. "Hercules is alive here, isn't he? Really alive?"
Gently, Jason laid his hands on the man's shoulder. "Yes. And he wants to speak with you."
The man's head came up, stark horror in his expression. "No," he babbled, his whole body starting to shake, "I couldn't. I can't face him. Even if he isn't really my friend, I just can't!"
"Don't worry. He won't force the issue. Now, how about that bath and bread?"
The drunk hesitated, ran his hands through his hair, and nodded.
"Good. This way."
Jason had arranged for everything. Iolaus still looked doubtful but he stripped off his clothes unselfconsciously and stepped into the tub. He sank into it with a sigh.
"I should be grateful," he said, "that you like the Iolaus of this world."
"Do you think that is the only reason I'm being nice to you?"
The drunk tilted his head back and looked at Jason through slitted eyes. "Maybe. Or do you provide bed and board for every drunken stranger who staggers into your life?"
"Well." Jason handed the man a scrub brush. "Actually, you're the first. But there was a time in my life when I needed a friendly hand to pull me out of the bottom of a wine barrel and I guess I'm returning the favor."
Iolaus made no reply but started scrubbing himself thoroughly. Jason knew the feeling. Maybe the hot water and the brush could wash away some of the guilt. While the man bathed, Jason quietly removed the discarded clothing and replaced it with a clean blouse, leggings and sandals. The advantage to all these identical men was Jason was sure the new clothes would fit, since they had fit his Iolaus. He sometimes wore them when visiting the Academy and his own well worn vest and trousers were being cleaned.
Jason handed this Iolaus a freshly stropped razor and small polished bronze mirror. The man frowned at his reflection before setting the razor under his chin.
"So," he said, his voice rather unnatural as he held his chin tight to shave under it. "Why did you take to drink?"
Jason was surprised. Somehow he had expected to ask that question first. He almost didn't answer it, then realized it was only fair. He had the same question about the other man.
"It's a long story but suffice it to say my wife and children died. I didn't handle the grief well because I was partly to blame."
The drunk rinsed the razor as he said, "I let Hercules die and I didn't handle the grief well because I was partly to blame. I don't suppose that will be adequate for you, will it?"
"No." Jason handed Iolaus a towel. "We can trade stories over breakfast if you're interested. Here. Put on these clothes. They should fit."
They sat at the small table, tearing the soda bread between them, drinking the weak herbal tea that Neron had prepared. Iolaus made a face at the taste.
"Some people claim confession is good for the soul," he said, nibbling a small piece of bread. "I don't believe that."
"Do you believe carrying guilt and anger around until they destroy you is a better solution?"
The dead eyes, so like the Iolaus Jason knew in color but so unlike them in spirit, looked at the older man.
"I was about to be married." The voice was as dead as the eyes. The weeping man from the night before was gone. Only a empty shell seemed to be left. "A man came asking for help with monsters attacking his village. Hercules was going to go, of course."
"Of course. Nothing Hercules likes more than whomping on some monsters."
The man's cheeks twitched but no smile appeared. "I liked it, too, but Ania, she was my betrothed, didn't want me to go. She grabbed my arm and gave me this big, sad pouty look and convinced me to stay behind."
"Hercules thought you should stay behind, too, didn't he?"
The man shrugged. He turned a piece of bread around in his hands. Jason could see a bad burn scar across the back of one and wondered if this Iolaus had been a blacksmith, too. "Yes." His voice changed, becoming colder. "I should have gone with him. We promised each other to defend each other's backs but I let my cock do my thinking. I wanted Ania and I let Hercules go without me."
"Maybe it was your heart talking."
The twitch of the cheek again. "You don't know me. You didn't know her."
"True. But I know my Iolaus and I knew his Ania."
The drunk's eyes went wide and finally, something showed in their depths. "He. . .he is married to her?"
"No. She died. A long time ago. But they were married, once. And they were very much in love."
The eyes went blank again. "Hercules left, promising he'd be back in time for the wedding. I never saw him again."
"The monsters killed him?"
Iolaus stood up abruptly, pacing to the far side of the small room. "They weren't monsters. They were Amazons pledged to Demeter."
"And Demeter is the Queen of the Gods, wife of Zeus, and she hates Hercules, right?"
A flicker of curiosity passed across this Iolaus' face. "Isn't it that way here?"
"Not exactly. The names of the gods are the same but they all fill different roles. Except for Zeus. He stays Zeus, king of the gods, apparently everywhere." Jason turned his thoughts back to the conversation at hand. "Here, Hera is Zeus' wife and she's the one who hated Hercules. But I imagine the result would be the same."
"I waited. Everyone was there for the wedding. Everyone but Hercules. We couldn't postpone it just for one guest so we got married and my brother stood up with me instead of Hercules. The next morning. . ." His voice trailed off as he stared out the window.
Jason crossed the room to see what was so engrossing and saw the thief, leaning on Neron for balance, as the centaur prepared a padded bench for the dying man to sit on in a sheltered sunny corner of the garden. The thief sat on the bench, letting the centaur tuck blankets around him. The two observers couldn't hear what that Iolaus said but they could hear Neron's laugh.
"This is insane," this Iolaus whispered. "How can there be two of me?"
"Five of you as of this morning," said Jason, trying to sound as if such a thing were natural. "He doesn't know Hercules very well. That's probably why he's a thief. It was Hercules' friendship that rescued our Iolaus from a life on the streets."
"Oh, gods." Whatever control keep the guilt inside broke and the drunk slid slowly to the floor, his back against the wall. "Oh, gods. It was the same for me. And I let him go to his death after he'd saved my life!" Leaning into Jason's embrace, the drunk began to weep again.
***
"Good afternoon."
Hercules was so engrossed in his own thoughts that the familiar voice caught him by surprise. He looked up, truly expecting to see his Iolaus and saw, instead, the thief, sitting cozily on a bench next to an olive tree, the warmth of the sun trapped by walls on either side of him.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Neron said sunshine is good for me. Besides, I've spent the last two years in a prison cell. I don't want to lie in a darkened room any more than I have to." He gestured to another bench. "So, how'd it go with your gods?"
Hercules sighed as he sat down on the other bench. "As well as could be expected, I guess." Unaware, he made a face, as if he had tasted something unpleasant. "They have to discuss it."
The sick Iolaus laughed softly. "Typical. How come a god can create a world with the wave of a hand but anything really important comes up and it's conversation time."
Hercules smiled. "I guess our gods are alike in that." The smile faded. "Trouble is, there was a problem with the gateway between worlds before."
Iolaus nodded. "Jason explained that, your gods going off to hide and Ares taking advantage of it."
"Exactly. So, before anyone can do anything that involves the gateway, everybody has to agree to it. Well, not everybody, but all the major deities."
The thief managed a grin. "Well, that sounds as if we may be hip deep in me before anything gets settled."
Running his hands back through his hair, Hercules sighed. "I hope not. I mean, I like Iolaus but this is ridiculous. Speaking of which, where is everybody?"
"I guess the drunk is asleep again. He and Jason spent most of the afternoon together, having quite a talk." Iolaus didn't add he had heard sobbing and shouting as well. "The baby is napping, too, and Jason is keeping an eye on both of them while your Iolaus and the happy daddy went down to the forge. I guess he makes fancy blades as well as jewelry."
Hercules stood up. "Thanks. We'll get this straightened out. Don't worry."
"Don't rush on my account." The thief watched Hercules walk away. He didn't want to go back to his world any time soon. He was being too well taken care of here. Coughing a little, he settled back onto his bench and closed his eyes.
Hercules could hear the voices as he approached the forge. Since the two men had identical voices, it sounded to Hercules as if Iolaus was talking to himself. He paused at the entrance to the forge, letting his eyes adjust to the darker space.
They were standing, heads bent, next to the anvil, studying something between them. As Hercules entered, two pairs of bright eyes looked up and two matching voices said, "Hi, Herc."
His Iolaus held up a dagger. "Catch." He tossed it. Hercules caught it and studied it. The blade was slender, sharpened on both edges, the hilt was made of ebony, polished and inlaid with copper wire in a serpentine pattern. The crossguards were slightly curved, carved to resemble snakes heads, tipped with copper.
The other Iolaus held his hands up. "Go ahead." He demonstrated, holding an imaginary blade. "Flex the blade."
Hercules raised an eyebrow at the request. Carefully, he took the hilt in one hand and grasped the tip in the the other. Very gently, he bent down on the blade. His astonishment must have shown in his face because both men laughed. He tried again, finding the blade flexed without bending or breaking more than any other he had ever encountered.
"That's amazing," he admitted, stopping to look at the weapon more closely. He and Iolaus had made both made numerous knives and swords but nothing like this. The workmanship was fine enough for Hephaestus and the blade itself a wonder.
"See," said his Iolaus, coming to stand next to Hercules. "He adds carbon to the iron, which makes it stronger, and then he folds the blade over on itself repeatedly when hammering it out."
"Really?" He tossed the dagger in the air and caught it. It was beautifully balanced as well.
Iolaus was still grinning. "Not just once, either, but sixty-four times."
That brought Hercules' eyebrows up again. "Really?"
"Uh-huh." The dagger's maker nodded vigorously. "I studied metallurgy in the East when I was young. They fold the blades over and over and it creates thousands of layers. The layers are what make it so flexible."
Hercules thought about it. One fold made two layers, two folds made four layers, three folds made eight, four folds sixteen. If you continued the process sixty-four times. . .he could hardly imagine how many layers that would make.
"Must take quite a while."
"It does." The metalsmith was still grinning. "But it's worth it."
His Iolaus matched the grin. "His says his swords can be bent almost back on themselves without breaking and take an edge sharper than this."
Hercules ran his edge along the dagger's edge and frowned. "Must be formidable."
"They are," replied the metalsmith, his smile fading. "And very dangerous. Most men can't use a sword like that properly. You have to change your technique from just slashing and stabbing. I've only made a dozen in all the years I've been making them and then only for special warriors."
Iolaus nudged Hercules. "He's going to show me the basic technique. Says it will take me several years to get the hang of it but I figure it will give me something to do when we finally do retire."
"Well, you may have to show Hephaestus once you get it mastered. Which reminds me. . ." Hercules tried to put an encouraging smile on his face but he knew both men saw through it instantly. "It may take some time to get this all put to rights."
The metalsmith smiled again. "Don't worry. I may have some explaining to do when I get back but I'm sure my wife will forgive me as long as Mene and I get back eventually." Hercules noticed that he started to say something, stopped, changing his words before he spoke. "My wife is a very forgiving lady."
Iolaus laughed. "She'd have to be, married to one of us!"
That set the other man laughing as well and Hercules stood there, aware that the expression on his face must be idiotic, as he listened to those identical laughs. Athena was right. As Iolaus problems went, this one could be worse.
He left them at the forge, his Iolaus serving as backhand for the other Iolaus, engrossed in their task. He started back towards the guesthouses when he found himself standing in front of the wood shop that provided for the Academy. Iolaus relaxed with smithing. There were times when Hercules found working with his hands equally comforting. Nothing like concentration on a task to take the mind off an insoluble problem.
He wandered through the shop, finding suitable wood and tools, sharpening the edges of the chisels and axes, sanding and cutting and losing himself in the work, enjoying the smell of freshly cut wood and the feel of something being created by his efforts. When he finished, he stood his creation up on the workbench and smiled, running his hands over the little rocking horse to make sure it was smooth enough for the use of little blonde haired girl.
Pleased with his work, Hercules picked up the horse and carried it with him back to the cluster of guest houses, not surprised to see twin blondes already gathered at the table set up in the courtyard for supper.
"Hi, Herc," they said in chorus. Little Mene, who was perched on her father's lap, lifted her hands up and waved, her eyes going wide as Hercules laid the horse on the table.
"Well, well," said Jason almost gravely as he came out of the main cottage. He studied the horse. "Nice work, Hercules. Have you ever considered giving up the hero business to make toys."
Hercules blushed. The little girl's father just smiled and set the horse on the ground, carefully setting his daughter on top of it. She cooed in delight as he demonstrated how to make the horse rock.
"This is really nice." The metalsmith handed his daughter a grape to eat as she rocked. "Thanks. Funny thing is, I'm great with metal but whenever I try to work with wood, it's a disaster. If Herc and Iphicles didn't stop by my house regularly to fix the roof or the barn, the whole place would probably fall down."
"You're welcome." Hercules crouched down and patted the little girl on the head. "I made ones like it for my children. I think every child needs a rocking horse."
Jason watched the pleasant domestic scene for a moment, then sighed and said, "Could I talk to you for a moment, Hercules?"
The two men left the Iolauses and the little girl to their dinner, walking around to the far side of one guest cottage.
"I talked to our second guest." Jason refused to refer to the second Iolaus as a drunk. "He told me what happened."
Hercules sat down on a stump. Jason leaned against the wall of the cottage, shaking his head. "He said his Hercules went off to fight monsters just before he was to be married. To Ania."
"That happened to us!"
"I know. You told me once, how Iolaus was killed and you got Zeus to turn back time. Well, in his case, he didn't go along. He said the day after his wedding, all Tartarus broke loose. There were storms, earthquakes, floods. Everyone knew that the gods were fighting over the murder of Hercules." Jason looked at his friend, his eyes full of pain. "He's a wreck, you know. He's spent ten years tearing himself up inside, blaming himself for not going with his Hercules, for staying behind with his Ania."
Jason took a deep breath. "He said it was a month before the world calmed down enough for him to go looking for his Hercules. It took him some time but he found the ruins of a village and pit, filled with burned logs and bones. In the pit. . .you should have heard him describe it, it made me weep." He took another slow breath to calm the trembling in his voice. "In the pit, he found the gauntlets his God of the Forge made for his Hercules. He brought them back to his forge and tried, he said, to go on living."
Hercules touched the bracelets Hephaestus had forged for him. They couldn't be destroyed by normal flame. He imagined it was the same for another world. The thought of Iolaus, digging through burned bones, to find that confirmation of his fears, sickened him. Why did that hate have to exist in another world? Wasn't it bad enough here?
"He said he spent so much time dwelling on Hercules' death and feeling a failure that his wife took their son and left him and he's spent the last five years just wandering and drinking." Jason's eyes were full of pain. "He says he's afraid to kill himself because he doesn't want to face his Hercules on the other side. He knows he's twice guilty, once for failing to save his friend and once for letting his guilt destroy his life. I tried to say something, to comfort him, but all I could think was, how hard it would have been for our Iolaus in the same situation."
Hercules stopped rubbing the bracelets. "I should talk to him."
"Yeah, you should, but I'm not sure he's up to it yet. He isn't the kind of drunk that has to have a drink. He hasn't had anything but water all day. But you can see the pain in his eyes and Hercules, I want to help him but I don't know if I can."
Hercules laid his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I think you are helping him."
Jason nodded, still looking unhappy. "I should go take him some dinner. He still won't join the rest of us to eat. He is so ashamed of himself, he assumes every other version of him would be ashamed of him, too." On that grim note, Jason went back to the courtyard to collect a plate.
Hercules followed him, mulling over the story he had just heard, but he couldn't stay sad, not with that delightful child running between his knees, grinning up at him with such glee.
Dinner was pleasant, with the two Iolauses chattering away about metal work while little Mene ran around between the three men, enjoying the attention. As the hours past, she began to get fussy and her father took her away to put her to bed.
Iolaus, still staring after his counterpart and the child, finally spoke. He had sounded quite cheerful all through the meal but now his voice was tense and tight again.
"I suppose we should go see what the gods are sending us tonight."
Sighing, Hercules nodded and rose. The two men walked silently up the hill above the Academy. As Hercules surreptitiously watched, he saw how Iolaus' shoulders slumped. As much as Iolaus seemed to be enjoying the company of the metalsmith and his daughter, he was obviously dreading what was to come.
Hercules rested his hand briefly on Iolaus' shoulder. "It will turn out all right, you'll see."
Iolaus twitched the hand away. "Um, it's not just that Herc." He took a deep breath. He'd been considering the situation all day, wondering just what he should tell his friend, but after watching Hercules play with his counterpart's daughter, Iolaus found himself deciding to be honest. "It's about Mene."
"Mene?" Hercules frowned. She seemed such a perfect child. What could possibly be wrong with her?
Iolaus looked away, fixing his gaze on the tree line at the top of the ridge. His voice was soft. "There's sort of another reason, I think, that you like her."
"Besides she's the cutest thing around?"
"Herc." Iolaus stopped and turned to face his friend. "Her mother is Deianaira."
Hercules stopped, his brows drawing down in concentration. "You mean, that Iolaus is married to. . ."
"Deianaira." Iolaus nodded. "And yes, he says he's heard all the height jokes but it doesn't matter to them."
Iolaus waited. He could see Hercules pondering the situation. It wasn't as if Iolaus has just told Hercules his wife was with another man. This was another Deianaira. Still, all those other people, with the same names and the same faces, resonated in this world.
"Are they happy?"
"I think so." Iolaus smiled. "They have five kids. From the way he talks about her, I think he adores her."
"Hmm." Hercules cocked his head to one side, studying his friend. "That Iolaus is a stay-at-home sort, isn't he? Safe in his own bed every night?"
"That's the impression I get. He said something this afternoon about this being the first night he'd spent away from his wife in several years."
Hercules smiled. "Then why should it bother me? You know, I like knowing that there is another Deianaira out there somewhere, happily married, with a houseful of kids and a husband with enough sense to stay put." He put his hand on Iolaus' shoulder again and the smaller man let it stay. "Actually, the more I think about it, the more I like it."
Relieved, Iolaus started walking back up the hill again. "He said his Hercules rescued her and brought her back to his mother's to stay." A sideways glance and grin told Hercules Iolaus was about to tell him something embarrassing. "She liked Hercules but Hercules, in that world, doesn't like women."
"Really?" Hercules pretended to frown ominously. "Not at all?"
"Not at all!"
Iolaus relief and good mood only lasted a few moments, until they reached the spot that marked the hillside meadow where the whirlwind between worlds had been leaving its passengers.
The sky was clear, only a high clouds drifting past the quarter moon. They waited, not talking, Iolaus fidgeting, first with the buckles on his gauntlets, then twisting and untwisting his amulet. Finally, Iolaus said, very softly, "I hope he's sober and alone," just as the wind started.
The man who came spinning out of the whirlwind this time landed on his shoulder, rolled and was on his feet in a heartbeat, his sword held firmly in his right hand, a plain round buckler over his left arm.
It was hard to see, in the dim moonlight, but he appeared to have close cropped hair and a full beard. He wore a leather breastplate and heavy leather kilt over dark colored shirt and trousers. A helmet with faceguards hung over his shoulder on a strap. He stared at the two men facing him before saying, in a hoarse, hard voice, "I don't know who you are but I know who you aren't."
Recognizing a warrior on the defensive, both Hercules and Iolaus slowly raised their hands to show them empty of weapons.
"We're not a threat," said Hercules as mildly as he could manage.
The man moved cautiously forward, keeping the sword low and ready for a nasty thrust. He leaned in towards Hercules. Because he stood on the upslope, he was above the larger man and could look him directly in the eye.
"Very impressive," he said. "But you're not Hercules. I don't know who you are or why you are trying to deceive me but I know my friend and you are not him."
Iolaus spoke up. "He's Hercules, all right. He's just not your Hercules."
The soldier's eyes slid sideways just enough to see Iolaus without letting Hercules leave his field of view.
"Oh? And who are you supposed to be? Me?"
"Close. My name is Iolaus, this is Hercules but you're not where you think you are." Iolaus sounded a little irritated. "Didn't you notice getting sucked into a whirlwind, thrown down some sort of tunnel and getting tossed out here? Or weren't you paying attention?"
"Iolaus!" Hercules couldn't help the exasperation in his voice.
The soldier looked back at Hercules for an instant, then made a decision. He slid his sword back into the scabbard on his back, sliding his buckler over it. Crossing his arms, he stood back, expectantly.
"Well?"
Hercules wanted to laugh. There was something so familiar in the man's stance. Instead, he started to explain.
"This is complicated but you are the sixth version of Iolaus in this world at the moment."
"The sixth?"
"I'm the original," volunteered Iolaus. "To this world, that is."
Hercules sighed. "There are an infinite number of worlds beyond the one you belong in. Gods in one of those infinite worlds decided to play with powers beyond their comprehension. As a result, they opened some sort of passage from their world, to this one. And they forced the Iolaus of that world into it. He ended up here, probably because there were two Iolauses here already."
Hercules couldn't see the man's face clearly but the tone of voice told him the soldier was still doubtful. "Two, you say."
"That's even more complicated," Hercules continued. "I'll explain later but suffice to say for now that there were already two of you. Or them. As it were."
"Uh-huh. Keep talking."
"Somehow, the presence of a third version of Iolaus seems to have upset the balance of all existence. Think of it as if this world were a lodestone and all the Iolauses in existence are inexorably drawn to it."
The soldier paced slowly towards Iolaus, who consciously kept his stance relaxed and non threatening. He had a feeling this version of himself was very quick with a sword.
"You need a haircut," said the soldier, sounding like a captain reviewing his troops. "And I don't know who made that idiot waistcoat you're wearing but it doesn't seem very practical." A finger reached out to tap the amulet resting on Iolaus' breastbone. "An enemy could grab that and strangle you with it, unless the cord breaks easily, in which case the cord would break easily and you'd lose it. Impractical, again."
"I am not a soldier."
"No?" The man took Iolaus' hands in his. It was an odd sensation, to have his hands held by ones so like his own. The rough fingers ran over his palms, then the backs of his knuckles, before he released them. "I bet you're nasty in unarmed combat as well as with a sword. You might check the balance of that sword, by the way. I think its rubbing too much on your thumb."
"Uh, thanks."
The soldier looked down at the Academy. "The stables," he said, gesturing, "should be over there. And there isn't a temple. I guess this really is a different world."
The three men started to walk back down towards the Academy, the soldier keeping up a steady stream of questions. Iolaus studied him as they walked. He had never much cared for armor but this version of himself wore it as easily as Iolaus wore his favorite clothes. He suspected this version of himself had never been a thief, nor did he have a houseful of children waiting for his return. This was a professional soldier, the kind who had spent most of his life on the battlefield, hardened and hard. Even his voice was rough, no doubt from shouting orders over the clash of swords and the screams of men.
He had the detailed mind of a careful commander as well, making Hercules backtrack in his tale more than once.
"So," the soldier said, interrupting Hercules again. "Hades is the God of War in this world that started the whirlwind and Ares is the God of Wisdom. While in this world, Hades is the God of the Underworld and Ares is the God of War. Interesting."
Iolaus asked, just out of curiosity. "Whose who in your world?"
The soldier stopped. "Hades is the God of Healing."
Iolaus grinned. "Considering he's in charge of the dead here, that's quite a stretch".
The warrior looked at Iolaus, frowning. He didn't seem to have quite the sense of humor of his counterpart.
Trying to keep up his end of the conversation, Iolaus continued, " And Ares?"
"God of the Underworld."
"Now that I could see. He likes black. And dead things. So, who's your God of War?"
The soldier hesitated, turning away from his double. He looked up at Hercules. His voice was softer than it had been before.
"In my world," he said, "Hercules is the God of War."
"What?"
Both men exclaimed the word at the same time. They had come into the courtyard of the guest houses and the lanterns burning there gave them a better view of their latest visitor. He did have a beard and an old sword cut that ran under his right eye, so deep it left a pit where it had caved in the cheekbone.
"Hercules," repeated the soldier, "is God of War."
"How did that happen?" Hercules sounded horrified.
The soldier managed a faint smile, made slightly lopsided by the scar on his face. "That is also a long story."
"Jason!" Iolaus called out the name in greeting, not wanting his friend's approach to startle the newest version of himself. He suspected this Iolaus used his sword first and asked questions later.
The soldier spun, his hand reaching back for that sword, before relaxing. Jason, seeing the movement, had dropped back a pace, ready for the attack.
"I take it," he said, as pleasantly as possible, "that we are not friends in your world."
The soldier let out a slow breath. "We were, once. But you were driven mad and became a terrible enemy. I'm sorry, but in my world, I killed you myself. So your presence does seem to confirm what these two told me. I am not in my world."
"No," said Jason softly. "You're not. But you're welcome here. Please, come in, we have some wine and bread, if you're hungry."
The soldier came into the guest house, looking around with a curious frown on his face. The metalsmith came out of one bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. When he saw the newest Iolaus, he smiled broadly as he spoke in a whisper.
"I just got Mene to sleep. Could you keep your voices down?"
The four men nodded. Hercules, Iolaus and Jason took seats at the table. The soldier took an offered goblet of wine and chose a seat on the bench by the fire, keeping a wary eye on the rest of the them. The metalsmith sat on the hearth stone, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
The soldier took a sip of wine, holding it in his mouth for a moment, as if he were worried it was poisoned. Then he swallowed before speaking.
"So, what are your gods doing about this. . ." He gestured with the wine cup, taking in the two other fair-haired men in the room.
Hercules shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, they have to get together and discuss it and see if they can come up with a solution. Which, so far, is taking some time."
"It's not bad," volunteered the metalsmith. "Actually, I find it rather interesting, meeting all these versions of myself. Sort of fascinating to find out how my life would have turned out if I had made different decisions along the way."
The soldier gave the metalsmith a long, appraising look. It was obvious he was as unimpressed with this version of himself as he was the first Iolaus he met. The metalsmith merely smiled placidly. He wasn't the sort of man who much concerned himself with the opinion of others.
"So," said the soldier, "my alternate selves are a thief, a drunk, this overweight, overdressed poofer, and you."
Before Iolaus could answer, the metalsmith, who had grinned at the soldier's assessment, replied. "You forgot the merman. We haven't met him. He used to be a court jester."
The soldier made a disgusted sound. Iolaus, watching the tension built in the other man, sprang to his feet. "Would you like to tour the Academy? You seemed familiar with it. Do you spend a lot of time at the Academy in your world?"
"I should. I'm it's commandant." He tossed back the rest of his wine. "Yes, I would like a tour."
Iolaus convinced him to leave his armor and sword behind, although he got a very suspicious glare. Taking two lanterns, the two men started on their tour, Iolaus taking the lead. He had gotten the feeling that if his warrior counterpart stayed in that cozy room much longer, with Jason and the metalsmith, he might just explode.
"What would you like to see first," Iolaus asked mildly.
"The armory."
"Ah, we don't have a lot of weapons. Most of what we keep are practice weapons. This is a school as much as a training ground for warriors."
The soldier, whose face seemed as set in a permanent frown as Iolaus' was in a ready smile, shook his head. "We don't train barbarians. We teach history, geography, some mathematics and logic."
"I was never any good at logic when I was a student."
"That doesn't surprise me."
The two men toured the grounds in near silence. Occasionally, the soldier would ask a question and Iolaus would answer but there was no small talk. The soldier did stop in front of the training field.
"Something wrong?"
"This is where we built the temple to Hercules."
"Ah." Iolaus set his lantern down on a post. "Could I ask you about that? Hercules, the one here, went off to be a god but he hated it. Gave it up after a day. How did your Hercules end up as God of War, of all things?"
Iolaus wondered if the soldier were going to answer. He had decided, watching the man, that this version of himself had a half healed wound under his tunic. The soldier made a very careful effort to conceal the pain he was in but Iolaus, who had concealed quite a few aches and pains in his day, saw through the charade. Couple of broken ribs, maybe, or some injury to his belly, Iolaus wasn't sure, but the soldier had winced a couple of times and pressed his hand against his side when he thought Iolaus wasn't looking. Maybe it was that pain that made the soldier sigh and stop walking. He sat down on a log.
"It's another long story."
Iolaus leaned against the fence. "I haven't slept decently since the thief first showed up. Might as well stay up all night talking as tossing in my bed."
The soldier gave him a ghost of a smile. "Sounds familiar." His face set back in its usual lines. "Hercules became God of War because of me."
"Oh? You wanted him to take the job?"
"No." His expression became distant. "Anything but. I hate it. But he had to do it to get me back."
"Let me guess. You died?"
"How did you know?"
Iolaus laughed, shaking his head. "I've been dead three or four times, depending on how you count it. The last time I was dead for over a year."
"And I thought dying twice and coming back was unusual. Maybe I underestimated you."
Iolaus prompted the soldier. "So, Herc became a god to get you back. . ."
The soldier turned his back on Iolaus, tipping his head back to look at the stars. "Sky's the same." Iolaus said nothing as he waited. "Apollo was already a little insane when I was young. Zeus' favoring Hercules seemed to have pushed Apollo even further over the edge."
"How can you tell when a god is insane?"
The soldier turned back, his eyes glinting. "When he changes sides in the middle of a battle. When he shows up, larger than life and stark naked, throwing fireballs at everybody, screaming that he is going to destroy the world."
"Oh."
The soldier snorted. It might have been a laugh. "A distant kinsman of mine was one of the Athenian kings. Orestes was a clever man, born to rule. He could outthink and out manipulate anyone. Any mortal. He worshipped Apollo very carefully. I hate to think what he did to keep Apollo on his side. Then, one day, out of the blue, for no apparent reason, Apollo showed up at the palace and started tossing fireballs. Burned the palace to the ground and half the city with it. My cousin's body was never found. Apollo destroyed the richest city and the most powerful king that supported him, on a whim!"
"I had a cousin Orestes. He was king. He was assassinated to try to prevent peace."
"I was assassinated, too. By a creature created by Apollo."
"Ah." Iolaus would have laughed if the topic wasn't so grim. "I was beaten to death by an elemental enforcer of Hera's."
"I was beaten to death by an elemental enforcer of Apollo's."
"Nice to know we have so much in common."
At that, the soldier did flash a quick smile. "Did Hercules going tearing into the Underworld to demand your return?"
"Yup."
"Same here. Ares didn't mind, that time. He hated Apollo and I think he knew sending me back would piss Apollo off." The soldier looked away. "Which it did. Two years later, Apollo found another way to get to me." He took a deep breath, his voice sounding irritated. "Why am I telling you this? I have never told anyone this."
"Think of it as talking to yourself."
The soldier gave Iolaus another one of his faint smiles. "Isn't that a sign of insanity." The smile vanished. "I suppose it doesn't make any difference." Pacing, the soldier began to walk a slow circle. "I was married." His voice dropped. "I was a lousy husband and a worse father but I did love my wife and child, even if I was rarely around to tell them that."
Horrified, Iolaus interrupted. "He. . ."
The soldier's head came up. Even in the dim light, Iolaus could see the fury in his expression. "I'd been gone for months. Apollo must have known I was going home because his men. . .if I can call them that. They were animals! They got there a day before I did. " He stopped, closing his eyes. Iolaus didn't want him to continue but that rough voice began again. "When I saw what they had done to my wife and son. . .I think Apollo drove me to madness as awful as his. Because after I buried them. . .I fell on my sword."
"You killed yourself?" Iolaus was genuinely horrified. He had thought the drunk the Iolaus least like himself but this man proved himself the more unlike.
"Yes." He glared at Iolaus, as if challenging him. "I failed my family! I was so busy off fighting with Hercules, I wasn't there to defend them. And if I hadn't been with Hercules in the first place, my wife and child wouldn't have been a target!"
"So, when Hercules came looking for you. . ."
"I was damned to Tartarus. Yes." The soldier rubbed his hand against his side again, glaring at Iolaus as he did so. "Hercules still wanted me back. He came and tried to get Ares to let me return. I didn't want to go back." He shook his head. "I was too much of a coward to tell Hercules that, of course. So Ares made a deal with Hercules."
"If Hercules took down Apollo and took over as God of War. . ."
"Exactly." The soldier's jaw tightened. "The other gods helped. They were as tired of Apollo as Ares by that time but none of them wanted the job. Dealing with all the anger and aggression of mortals is unpleasant work."
"So your Hercules got stuck with a job he hated and you got brought back to life, which you didn't want. Sounds lovely."
The soldier snorted again. His snorts were very expressive. "It's not as bad as it could be. Hercules is good at his job. He keeps the bloodshed to a minimum, makes sure that wars are only fought for good causes, mostly for defense or to prevent some lunatic despot who used to be favored under Apollo from getting out of control."
"And you run the Academy?"
"Hercules put me here so he'd know where I was. Keep me safe."
Iolaus didn't have to interpret the soldier's tone of voice. He knew how he'd feel in the same position.
"Still sounds like a world I'd rather not live in."
"No." He took a deep breath. "But it's my world. I belong there. And I hate to think what Hercules is doing right now, trying to find me."
Now that conjured up a horrible image. What if Hercules the God managed to open a doorway into this world? Would he show up? Would the imbalance then start pulling other Hercules' out of there worlds? Iolaus felt sick. "We better tell Herc to give the local gods a nudge."
"Good idea."
"One more question. What does Hercules' temple look like?"
To Iolaus' surprise, the soldier gave a short, sharp laugh. "Small. Plain. He didn't want one at all but I convinced him that there are stonemasons and bricklayers who make their living building temples. He won't set foot inside it. Hates the temples that were Apollo's and are now his. He makes his generals meet him every where but in one of his temples. I hate to think how many of Apollo's priests he put out of work."
Grinning, Iolaus said, "Our God of War has lots of attractive priestesses. Does your Hercules have any of those?"
"No." The soldier sighed, his smile flashing again briefly. "Apollo only let men serve him and I can't convince Herc to take advantage of his position that way."
Hercules looked up, surprised to here these two Iolauses laughing softly as they entered the courtyard. Even as a hardened soldier, Iolaus still had that wonderful laugh. Hercules did find himself wondering how much longer they would all find the situation amusing.
***
In the morning, Hercules was surprised to find his Iolaus was already awake, having an argument with the soldier. They were nose to nose in the courtyard, both in full snarl.
"Hercules!" Iolaus turned to him, hands outspread. "He insists on coming with us this morning."
"I like to know what is going on. I want to see this whirlwind without being sucked into it. "
The headache was back, full force. Hercules rubbed his temples. "Fine," he said, aware that his voice sounded tired already, "you can come but stay back. It will be disconcerting enough for whoever shows up this morning without you glaring at them. And leave the weapons behind. Both of you."
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