Taking a deep breath, I left Xanthy behind and climbed the steep temple staircase. My leather sandals tapped lightly against the marble stairs. The only other sound was of the wheat field at my back as the wind chaffed the stalks against one another. The temple floor was so far elevated above the ground that I couldn't see inside until I was more than half way up the steps. When I could take in the full sanctuary of the temple, what I saw shocked me.

There I was, standing in the most renowned temple to Ceres in all of Greece, and it looked like a pack of wild pigs had been let loose inside. Shriveled ears of corn lay scattered across the floor with brittle, brown stalks of barley. Mixed in among the rubble were farmers' tools - rakes, hoes, and sickles - left strewn about like the farmers had simply tired of tending the field across the way and tossed the devices inside with little care for where they landed. In a far corner, one of the smaller statutes tilted precariously against the wall.

Even if I could've focused amongst so much rubble, I refused to ask for Ceres' help while her tribute lay in ruins.

I ran to the statute and wedged myself between it and the wall. At first I didn't think I'd have the strength to stand it back up, but by pushing with my legs, the statute eventually lumbered back onto its base with a thud that echoed through the cavernous sanctuary.

Then I started picking up the litter of tools. When I'd collected them all and arranged them neatly in another corner, I started working on the mixture of expired grains. Fortunately, I found a little gra.s.s basket, which I used to collect the debris.

When I thought I'd collected everything, I paused, surveying my work for a minute. There was satisfaction in cleaning. It wasn't just serving a G.o.ddess. It felt good to have made order out of chaos. Satisfied that the temple was once again tidy, I turned to dart down the steps and throw away the wasted grains.

I got little more than half way through my turn before bouncing off a warm, solid chest. The little basket crushed into her and sent the grains I'd worked so hard to collect spraying once again across the floor. I was about to yell at the woman for standing behind me, scaring me, and ruining my work, when I recognized the face of Ceres.

Why did G.o.ddesses seem to think it was a good idea to sneak up behind me today?

Immediately, I dropped to my knees, reaching frantically for the strewn grain. Before I could grasp even two pieces, she exhaled a gentle breath, like she was blowing out an already waning candle, and they were gone. Even the pieces I had gathered were gone. I looked up and Ceres was smiling.

But she wasn't mocking me. Her smile was gentle, motherly. The radiance in her eyes was so openly caring that I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in her arms. While she didn't hug me, she did hold out a softly golden hand and helped me to my feet.

"Thank you, Psyche," she said. "You can't imagine how it pains me to see this, of all my temples, in such disarray. Autumn is one thing. I don't really even care then, what with the farmers so busy with their harvets. But I have come to expect better in the springtime." Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she spoke, taking in the sanctuary with obvious pride.

"I can't believe they ever let it get like this," I said, now angry with the Eleusians for failing to take better care of the temple.

Ceres waved away my concern. "They're busy with the spring planting. I suppose I can't be too cross with them for using my gifts." Then she moved silently through the temple, decorating every crevice with explosions of fruits and flowers.

Her copper dress swayed effortlessly as she moved. When a spray of mahogany hair worked itself free from her carefree bun, she simply tucked it behind her ear and continued her creations. It was like watching a dancer and artist rolled into one.

Having created the last of her cornucopias, Ceres dusted her hands off and turned her attention back to me.

"Now, am I correct that you didn't come visit me to brush up on your domestic skills?"

My gaze dropped away from her liquid eyes as I nodded. "I don't know where to begin," I stammered. "I've never made a prayer in person before."

She laughed softly and set her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. I already know what you've come to ask." She sighed. "I only wish there was more I could do."

I searched for an explanation in her dark eyes, unable to speak. Hope rushed out of me like water bursts from a cracked dam.

"I will do my best." A sad smile tugged up one corner of her bronze-tinted lips. "But just as I couldn't shield my own daughter from Hades, I can't protect you from Aphrodite forever."

"I don't need forever," I stammered. "Just long enough to get to Olympus so I can see Eros. If we can just talk once he's calm, I'm sure we can work this out."

"You'll never get to Eros unless Aphrodite wants you to."

I blinked blankly at her lovely face, unsure what she was telling me.

"You won't like it, but there is a way," she finally told me.

"Anything!" I blurted.

"You can't hide from her. You can't get past her. You just have to go to her." Ceres continued, "She's angry with you, on many levels at the moment, but she'll respect your courage. You've got to make things up to her before you get the chance to apologize to Eros."

My own weight was suddenly too heavy and my legs wouldn't hold. It was like the monumental roof above my head was slowly squashing me into the ground. I crumpled into a pile at Ceres's feet.

"Come on now, I just picked you up off that floor a moment ago," she softly chided. She scooped me up under my arms and placed me back on my feet. My knees started to buckle again, but a sharp look from Ceres forced me to get myself under control.

"This is not hopeless," she said.

I nodded my head with little, stunted movements. It was the best I could do to indicate that I understood, even though I didn't. Turning myself over to Aphrodite seemed about as sane as dancing in a fire.

"If I thought she was going to kill you, I'd spare you the anguish and take you down to Hades myself," Ceres said.

Some comfort. I didn't want to be tortured, banished, ruined or any of the myriad other things Aphrodite could do to me short of death. I just wanted to see Eros.

"Besides," Ceres continued, "I think she's calmed down since her first attempt."

Words failed me for a second time in as many minutes. Aphrodite has already tried to kill me? Like, really and truly kill me - not just curse me and ruin my life?

"Buck up," she said, closing my unhinged jaw with her finger. "You'll be fine."

The constancy in Ceres's eyes was impossible to ignore. That's when I realized, I was standing before a G.o.ddess of Olympus, who was telling me, as gently as she could, that I'd run out of options. I bit at the corner of my lip as I considered what to do next.

"Okay," I finally said. "How should I find her?"

Ceres's smile spread across her face, penetrating all the way up to her eyes. "I knew I wasn't wasting my time with you," she beamed. "I don't know that you're particularly brave, but you clearly love our little Eros." Then she added in a hushed voice, leaning in closer so her words couldn't be overheard, "Devotion like yours cannot be ignored, even by an Olympian. Remember that."

"I will," I promised.

"Excellent." Ceres stood tall again and grasped my hand in hers. "Come on then. I'll take you."

"Wait. Right now?" I pulled my hand away. "What about my horse?" I asked, faltering for any excuse to stall. "I can't just leave Xanthy here."

I wasn't ready to reunite with Aphrodite that very minute. I figured I'd have at least another night before facing the G.o.ddess I was convinced wanted me dead. How'd we gone from being like family to her wanting me dead?

"Hmmm." Ceres pressed her index fingers against her lips and looked thoughtful for only a moment before revelation flashed across her face. With a wave of her hands, she simply said, "The horse will come too. Problem solved."

I didn't even have time to shut my gaping jaw again before Ceres grabbed my hand and gently tugged me down the steps of her temple. Xanthy had her head and half her body stuck into the sacred wheat fields. She was munching away, but Ceres didn't seem to care. With an effortless and fluid motion, she grasped my waist and plopped me onto Xanthy's back. Then Ceres swung herself up behind me and clasped two fistfuls of Xanthy's mane, steering her out of the chest-high stalks of wheat.

I felt her nudge Xanthy forward into a trot, and then we were flying. It wasn't flying the way a bird flies though - or the way Eros flew. There was no effort, and no soaring or gliding. It was more like being a feather caught in the wind, floating, twirling, falling. Only with unimaginable speed. It was exhilarating and terrifying at once.

Ceres laughed like a giddy child behind me. "Isn't this great? I love not having to rely on wings to get around."

I hugged myself tighter to Xanthy's neck even though I was pretty sure Ceres wouldn't let me fall. I had to disagree with her though. I'd flown on wings and found it to be a superior, and far less nauseating, way to travel.

In less time than it would've taken me just to get back out of the gates of Eleusis, we landed on Mount Olympus. The air was cooler, the ground rockier. A chill ran up my spine, making me shudder.

Ceres slid off Xanthy's back with the fluidity of water. "Come on, dear," she said as she pulled me down. "You can stay with me tonight. Tomorrow we'll go to Aphrodite."

Chapter 44 - Eros.

Eros stayed awake that night, swarmed by memories. His mind replayed Psyche's stories a hundred times - from the first ones she'd told him over cheesecake to the ones leading up to their fight. They were stories he'd made her tell so that he could remember her while they were apart. Now the stories prevented him from forgetting.

As he tossed, alone in his bed, he heard Psyche's gentle voice; remembered her delicate laughter as she recalled something funny. And then when she'd finally kissed him, her lips burned their impression into his. The short time they'd spent together crashed around him, pouring over his head like drowning waves.

When dawn finally broke, Eros rolled over and pulled his blanket over his head with a groan. He knew Aphrodite had removed the sting of love's arrow. But he felt hungover on the love just the same, like it was an intoxicating liquor that left him wanting more even after it had run through his system.

He closed his eyes against the intruding light. More memories filled the lightless void. He could see her eyes flutter. He felt her soft fingertips on his cheek. Psyche's breath whispered in his ear.

"Enough!" Eros pushed the blanket away and sat up. His feet swung to the floor as he brushed through his tangle of curls.

"This is enough," he told himself. "It's time to get back to work."

He shuffled out of bed and into his open courtyard. Besides forcing Psyche from his mind, work would help with some other problems he'd been avoiding.

His first and most immediate non-Psyche problem was that Zeus was going to open up the heavens on him if he didn't start answering some prayers. His second, and more troubling problem, was that his mother was determined to see him with Iris. But, if he used Iris to help with problem one, he'd also get Aphrodite to back off for awhile on problem two. He could work that angle if he had to.

From his courtyard, Eros began tuning in to prayers. At first the words ran together like the background buzz at a large dinner. Working through the jumble, he managed to separate the requests into discernible snippets.

"And I swear if you make him stay away from the prost.i.tutes, I will be all the woman he needs." Eros didn't even have to look to know who was making that request. She'd be a middle-aged Senator's wife, the bloom of her youth slowly wilting as she fussed over children and arranged gatherings for her ungrateful husband. He'd heard a thousand prayers just like it before. He was sympathetic, but uninterested.

"Ever since I heard about Zeus appearing to Ledo as a swan, I've been obsessed with the idea of him coming to me in disguise. Maybe a lion or snake. Can you use your arrows to convince..."

Um, definitely not. Next.

"...and I know you usually make people fall in love, but could you make this girl stop loving me? I know I'm good looking, but she won't leave me alone, no matter what I do to her. Like when I tripped her and she fell into a pile of horse c.r.a.p. Didn't matter. She just kept following me around stinky. It's getting hard to get the pretty girls to notice me because they actually think I'm with her."

Eros chuckled. "Look in a mirror. It's probably not your shadow-girl driving them off," he murmured. For a second, Eros considered making the man fall in love with the pesky girl as punishment for being so proud. But love, even if unwelcome, would make the dope happy. Staying miserable and hounded would be better.

Next.

Then Eros heard a voice that was sweet and young, yet nearly strangled with fear. "Today I will marry a man I've never met. Mother tells me he's only twenty years older than I am, so it could be worse since I'll be his second wife. But I'm so frightened."

Eros scanned quickly for the girl, finding her curled in a chair by her window.

"I've heard he loved his first wife before she died and I'm worried there'll be no room in his heart for me. I know our marriage is political now, but I pray that it'll develop into more. Please, Lord Eros, if you can open my husband's heart to me, I will forever be in your debt."

The girl closed her eyes and dropped her head onto the knees. Eros almost felt the torture in her heart. Now that was a prayer worthy of answer.

And he knew how to use Iris to grant the wish.

All he had to do was wait for Iris to arrive. Even after their tiff the day before, Eros was sure he hadn't seen the last of her. As expected, she floated into Eros's palace as soon as the midmorning sun began streaming its warm, yellow rays through his windows. Eros wasn't even close to liking her, but he figured he owed her at least tolerance for tipping him off about Ares's attack on Psyche. Of course, Iris didn't know she was sparing Psyche's life, but Eros was still begrudgingly grateful.

"h.e.l.lo, Eros," Iris purred. Today her skin tone had a touch of blue. Not deep like a blueberry. Just a thin cast of blue, like she was freezing from the inside out. "Maybe she is," he mused. "She usually gives me the chills."

She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. "What? You look like you just remembered a good joke."

"I was just thinking of the work we have to do today. It should be fun."

"Work and fun don't usually mix," Iris said. A wry smile pulled at her lips. "But I'm intrigued by the *we' part of it."

Eros told her about the young bride and his plans for granting her prayer. Not unsurprisingly, Iris agreed to come along. Once at the bride's home, the G.o.ds disguised themselves as wedding guests. Blending in with the throng of strangers filling the streets outside, they waited for her wedding procession to begin.

"The bride will lead us right to the groom," Eros whispered to Iris. "It'll save us having to look for him ourselves."

"I guess we wouldn't want to accidentally find the wrong groom," Iris said with a grimace. Eros raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

Before long, the young bride emerged from her parents' home. Her gown was made from a fine red silk and embroidered with a Greek key pattern in gold along the hem. Her light brown hair and wide hazel eyes looked plain against the elaborate wedding costume. Nothing like Psyche had looked that first night ... Eros shook his head to rattle out the memories.

"Poor thing," Iris said. "She's scared to death. It's written all over her face."

Eros nodded. "Some prayers just have to be answered." Then he slipped further into the crowd to follow the wedding procession as it made its way from the bride's former home to the groom's. Iris hugged in close behind him.

When the procession started singing, Eros joined in. Iris shot him a sideways look that asked why he was partic.i.p.ating in a human ceremony.

"I'm blending in, remember?" Eros smiled and winked. "You sing too."

As they walked and sang, Eros' hand inadvertently brushed against Iris's fingertips. Her hands weren't icy like Eros had expected.

When they reached the groom's house, Eros grabbed Iris's elbow and skirted sideways around the crowd. "Come on," he whispered. "Everyone will be going inside for the banquet. We can slip around back."

From the courtyard, Eros easily picked out the young bride in her screaming red gown. Beside her was a man Eros suspected was the groom. The dome of his bald head shined in the late-afternoon sun. Eros's suspicions were confirmed when the man began vigorously shaking the paw of a formidable-looking man and promising to take good care of his new bride.

With much-practiced ease, Eros pulled an arrow from the quiver and drew back his bow. No one noticed as the silver arrow exploded with a burst of starshine into the man's back. The yellow-white crystals momentarily sprinkling the air were lost on all but Eros and Iris.

"That should do it," Eros said, slipping his bow back over his shoulder. "Prayer answered." When he turned to look at Iris, her jaw hung open and her eyes were frozen on the spot in the man's back where the arrow had vaporized.

"What'd you think was going to happen?" he asked with a satisfied smile.

"I - I don't know," Iris said. "How did they not see? It was so beautiful."

"They're human. They only see what their eyes can comprehend."

Some thought tugged at the back of Eros's mind. He tried to bring the thought forward, but set it aside when it didn't easily surface.

"Come on," he said, tugging at Iris's arm and leading her out of the courtyard, "it's your turn to work some magic."

Iris looked up. The sun shone unmercifully from a pristine blue sky where only a smattering of clouds puffed here and there. She shook her head.

"I need more clouds. Rainbows don't work in pure sunlight."

Eros stopped. "What do you mean?"

Iris shrugged. "I can't just make rainbows appear anywhere. I need sun and rain clouds."