Iolaus nearly spit out his wine when he heard the news. "The Pythia said what?"

"That I'd be killed by a man already dead," Hercules repeated patiently.

Iolaus scratched his jaw. "Like the mummy, you mean? Or Vlad?"

"How should I know? Maybe she meant Dahak."

"But Dahak's dead."

"I think that was her point."

"Ha ha. Deader. Destroyed. You know."

"Yeah, I know. So is Vlad, the mummy..."

Iolaus shook his head. "I take it you're not worried, then."

Hercules shrugged. "I don't put much faith in a woman who sits on a tripod breathing vapors all day."