Reconciliation?
[Image] By Aramis [Image]
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to MCA/Universal and were used
without permission. No copyright infringement was intended and no
money was made.
A sequel to the series consisting of The Lure, The Centaurs, A Thief's
Confession and The Charioteer
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From her window, Alcmene watched the approach of the small, blond
warrior. She felt a familiar pang as she looked at him. In her eyes he
would always be the unwanted and neglected little boy she had met all
those years ago. His hair was still a tousled mop and his clothes were
still shabby.
She moved towards the door to greet him. To her surprise, he stopped
by the gate, looked somewhat apprehensively towards the house and
turned away. She hurriedly stepped out and called, "Iolaus!" At first,
she thought he wasn't going to respond, but then he stopped and turned
back. As he neared her, she realized he had some rag wrapped around
his right hand.
"G-Good morning, Alcmene. Has Herc ... Is Hercules here?" he asked
hesitantly.
She ignored the question and asked, "What have you done to your hand?"
"I had a little accident, a couple of days ago, when I was out
hunting. It's only a cut, but it still seems to be bleeding a bit and
I wondered if you would put a couple of stitches in it for me. I tried
to sew it up myself, but it was awkward working left-handed."
"Come inside and I'll have a look at it."
She ushered him in wondering, not for the first time, what was going
on.
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Hercules had arrived home, about a week before, in an agitated and
uncommunicative state. When she had asked about Iolaus' whereabouts,
expecting to be told he had gone to his own home first and would be
arriving later, all she had got was a terse, "Hunting!" She was so
taken aback that she did not pursue the topic and her son had
hurriedly began to speak of other matters.
Over the next five days, she waited patiently for an elaboration, but
Hercules studiously avoided mentioning his friend. That was most
unusual. She was aware that normally the demigod was full of stories
of the latest things the hunter had said or done. Often the tales were
hair-raising and she was gratified to know, in advance, that the
little blond had clearly survived his latest escapade more or less in
one piece. The two had been friends for so long that she regarded
Iolaus as part of the family and she missed both seeing him and
hearing what he'd been up to.
"They've obviously fallen out over something," she said to Jason. "I
wonder if they've had a fight over some woman?"
"Perhaps," her husband replied, noncommittally. He had his private
thoughts about the possible relationship between the two and couldn't
see a woman getting a look in, but he could hardly suggest this to
Alcmene, especially as he had no real evidence, just a gut feeling.
"One thing that's got me really confused is that Hercules has got
Iolaus' gear with him."
"What?"
"He's got Iolaus' knife and sword and carry-bag. I went in to his room
to put his washing away and I saw them. Surely, Iolaus would need his
things if he's hunting."
Neither could think of an answer to the new conundrum.
On the sixth day, Hercules had stunned them both by announcing he was
going to Mount Olympus as he wanted to see his father, Zeus, about
something. They waited for further explanation of this most unusual
decision, but that 'something' remained as much a mystery as Iolaus'
whereabouts.
In truth, for the first time in her son's life, Alcmene was not
displeased to see the back of him. He'd been exceptionally poor
company, saying little and spending much of the time moping around in
a kind of daydream. She hoped that Zeus might be able to offer some
good advice that would help with whatever problem had arisen because
the demigod had been unwilling to confide in her. She had tried asking
him if anything was wrong, but he had insisted everything was fine.
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Okay, now that Iolaus was here, maybe she would get to the bottom of
things. The little blond was usually far more open than Hercules, who
could retreat within a stony shell when it suited him. In that mood,
he wouldn't lie to her, but he wouldn't explain either. Iolaus, on the
other hand, might well try to lie, but he was no good at it and was
easy to catch out, often to his considerable chagrin.
She unwrapped the rag as carefully as she could, aware that Iolaus was
wincing as it pulled from the wound and also that she wasn't supposed
to notice this. A deep, jagged gash spread right across the centre of
the palm. The wound was moist, swollen and encircled with red flesh.
"Iolaus, why on earth didn't you come to me at once? This is infected
and needs more than just a couple of stitches. You're lucky you
haven't done some permanent damage," she scolded.
"It's just a cut, I thought it would be okay and I didn't think it was
worth bothering you, especially as it was very late last night when I
got home."
"I'll have to give it a good clean first. I'll just get some water and
get some ointment. What caused the cut?"
"A boar's tusk."
Alcmene shuddered. "How on earth did that happen?"
"I'd speared a boar. He was down and I was about to draw my knife to
stick him and finish him off, but he wasn't as badly hurt as he
seemed. I was bending over him when he flung up his head and slashed
at me. I put out my hand to fend him off and he caught it with one of
his tusks. Then he scrambled to his feet and came at me. I managed to
sidestep him, but he spun around and had another go. I grabbed my
knife in my left hand and slashed him across the snout. I didn't think
that would stop him, as his blood was up, but he veered aside and took
off and that was the last I saw of him."
At the mention of the words "my knife", Alcmene's glance had flown to
Iolaus' sheath. "Is that a new knife, Iolaus?" she asked casually.
"Oh ... ah ... Yeah, I bought it in Athens."
If it had been anyone else, Alcmene might have thought that the
warrior had simply been attracted by a superior blade and decided to
replace his old one, but she knew Iolaus too well. The old knife was
one of his few prized possessions. It wasn't the best knife in the
world, but he and Hercules had forged it as boys and the hunter loved
it for the memories it evoked. Further, the blond was usually stony
broke. How could he have got money to buy a new knife? Come to think
of it, he'd never owned a spear to her knowledge so where had he
acquired the one he'd mentioned?
Pushing these thoughts aside, Alcmene returned to her task. "Hold
still now, this will sting a little." Alcmene held Iolaus' hand
gently, but firmly with her left hand and began to clean the wound. At
one point, she heard him suck in his breath, but he made no other
comment. She dried the wound and prepared to stitch it closed. "I'm
sorry, Iolaus, this is going to hurt."
"Don't worry about it. It has to be done. Please just ignore me if I
say anything while you're doing it."
Several stitches later, Alcmene bound the hand firmly. "You're going
to have to take care with this injury. Try not to use this hand more
than necessary and keep a watch on it in case the infection breaks out
again."
"Thank you! Alcmene, has ... has Hercules been ... been home."
"You've just missed him." She watched a look of alarm pass swiftly
over his features.
"W-When will ... When is he ... due back?"
"I'm not sure. He left a couple of days ago. He said he had to see
Zeus about something."
"Oh, that's all right ... I mean, he's all right is he?"
"Of course. Shouldn't he be?"
"Y-Yes, it's just that I was ... I haven't seen ... You see I went
hunting, so I haven't seen him for ... a while."
Alcmene was about to ask why Hercules hadn't accompanied him, when
they were interrupted. "Hello! What's he doing here?" asked Jason
cheerfully, as he entered the house. He glanced at Iolaus' bandaged
hand. "Can't you keep out of trouble? Who have you been fighting with
this time?"
The blond breathed an audible sigh of relief at the interjection.
While Alcmene busied herself getting a meal, the hunting story had to
be repeated. She noted that, typically, Iolaus was already
embroidering the tale, acting it out and adding 'exciting' details and
touches of humour at his own expense.
They sat down to eat, with Iolaus offering a token protest that he
hadn't deliberately timed his arrival to coincide with mealtime. "Must
be the first time then," Jason joked.
However, Iolaus didn't eat much and commented that he had eaten a
large breakfast. Knowing both Iolaus' poor housekeeping efforts and
his usually large appetite for meals prepared by others, Alcmene's
eyes narrowed suspiciously but she let it pass.
Jason told them that, when he had been in the village that morning, he
had received a message from two of his old friends to say that they
were coming to see him in a couple of days. He was obviously very
pleased with the news.
Alcmene said, "Jason, have you forgotten that you promised to escort
me to visit Melinda?" She turned to Iolaus to explain that Melinda was
the daughter of a late friend of hers. Melinda was due to have her
first child and Alcmene was going to provide a mother's support, The
journey alone would take a couple of days.
Jason's face fell. He had forgotten. "Couldn't we put that off for a
few days?"
"Babies don't wait to suit your convenience, Jason, but I suppose I
could go on my own."
"No, of course you can't. I'll contact my friends and make my
excuses."
"That's not necessary. Before we met I often travelled alone and I'm
sure I'm still capable of doing so."
"Possibly, but not when I'm around."
Iolaus intervened. To tell the truth, he felt like doing anything
rather than undertaking a journey. He felt hot and somewhat dizzy.
However, these were his friends and he felt he should help out. "Why
don't I go along with you?"
"It's very kind of you. Iolaus, but are you sure you're up to it?"
Alcmene asked.
"Of course! I'm *fine*. In any case, who will change my dressings if
you go away? It will work out much better for everyone if I go."
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After he had left Athens, Iolaus had gone hunting as he had intended
and right from the beginning had found the going tough. Instead of
gradually improving, his back seemed to be getting worse. Some of the
cuts, inflicted by Juventas' whip, felt like they were on fire.
Further, for the first three days or so, he was still suffering the
pain of Juventas' more intimate attentions. He didn't know exactly
what was wrong, but bleeding from that area frightened him. However,
he decided to carry on as he had no desire to return to Athens and no
money to pay for a healer, not that he would have been prepared to
allow a doctor to examine the more worrying of his injuries anyway.
The injury to his hand had happened in the way he had described to
Alcmene. However, he hadn't told her that, part of the reason he
hadn't managed to kill the animal initially with his spear thrust or
to avoid its attack, was that he was feeling ill and was not moving
with his usual speed and agility. He had tried to sew up the deep
gash, but it was too awkward trying to stitch with his left hand, so
he gave up and applied a rough bandage.
Then, with no real conscious decision, he had headed for home. There
would be no one at his house to help him, but there was something
comforting about the word 'home', ramshackle as the reality might be.
The journey had taken a couple of days and, in truth, he remembered
little of it. He had moved by instinct, while his mind reeled in a
swirling mist of pain and unhappiness as he continued to dwell on
events in Athens and his falling out with his lover. 'I shouldn't have
hit him', the refrain that had haunted him since Preveza was back.
He had arrived home late one night, opened the door of his tumbledown
home and promptly fainted. When he'd come around, he'd crawled to the
bed and dragged a blanket from it. Exhausted, he'd fallen asleep on
the floor.
When he awoke it was late morning, but he felt somewhat better after
the long sleep. However, his hand was throbbing badly and he knew he
needed help. Alcmene had immediately come to mind, but what if
Hercules was at home? He decided he'd have to take the risk of meeting
him.
Iolaus had experienced a confusing mixture of emotions as he had
approached Alcmene's house. He feared Hercules would be there, and was
scared that he would meet with hostility, and yet longed to see him.
He had dithered around and finally chickened out on going in and it
was only the fact that Alcmene had called out to him that he had not
gone home again.
He did not ask Alcmene to treat his back because that would lead to
awkward questions that he did not want to answer. He couldn't lie to
Alcmene and so it was better to avoid the subject by not telling her
of his injuries. He hoped that the medicine she was giving him to help
with his hand would prove beneficial for the infected cuts on his back
as well.
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Early the next day the pair set forth. Alcmene was driving the cart
and Iolaus was lolling alongside her. He still didn't feel well. His
hand had been throbbing in the night and his back burning worse than
ever, making sleep difficult. When he had arrived, Alcmene had
suggested she check his hand, but he had managed to distract her as he
feared that what she might find would upset their plans. It wasn't
worth making a fuss over a cut hand.
Several hours passed uneventfully. Iolaus nodded off in the warm sun,
his body slumping to lean against Alcmene's shoulder. This did not
make for comfortable driving, but the horses were docile and a single
hand on the reins was all that was needed. Alcmene put her right arm
around Iolaus as she feared he might fall. 'Well, this is some
escort,' she thought, 'I'm glad Jason can't see us at present.'
A few minutes later, the cart went over a rut in the road and Iolaus
was jolted awake. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, except
that he was leaning on a soft, female shoulder. "I wondered how long
you'd sleep." Alcmene! He shot upright full of apologies.
"Lucky Herc can't see what 'good' care I've been taking of his
mother."
"Jason might have something to say about it as well," Alcmene teased.
"S-Suppose I take over the driving for a while. Having something to do
m-might keep me awake."
"Actually I was going to suggest that we stop for some lunch."
So they stopped, but again Iolaus ate little. "Are you sure you're
okay?"
"Yeah, fine. I just ... I just want to get moving."
His face looked rather flushed. Alcmene reached out a hand and touched
his forehead. "You're very hot."
"It's j-just the sun. I'm fine."
Alcmene decided to broach the topic that was concerning her. In the
hope of catching the hunter off guard, she suddenly asked, "Iolaus,
have you and Hercules had an argument about something?"
"No!" he said, too quickly and too vehemently, and blushed fiery red
as he glanced at her and saw her disbelieving expression. He hung his
head so that all she could see was a tangled mop of golden curls and
mumbled, "Well a bit of one."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"No, I can't."
"Why not? It might help."
"No, you're Herc's mother."
"I certainly hope so."
"I couldn't ... It wouldn't be ...be right."
"I would be fair, you know. I wouldn't assume Hercules to be in the
right just because he's my son."
"I know, but ... but he ... I couldn't ... " Pulling himself together,
he said decisively, "It was *my* fault. Can we leave it at that ...
please." The last word was almost a sob.
Shaken, Alcmene had an urge to wrap her arms around the hunter, to
cuddle him to her and to insist that they would go no further until he
told all. However, she didn't know if that would do more harm than
good and so she restrained her impulse. 'I'll try again later,' she
decided.
They continued the journey, but Alcmene kept hold of the reins,
explaining, "The horses are used to me."
That did cause Iolaus some secret amusement. 'I can handle a chariot
and a team of four stallions, but Alcmene thinks these two old
geldings are too much for me. Mind you,' he reflected ruefully, 'with
this damned hand she might be right.'
Suddenly two armed men appeared out of the bushes in front of the cart
and tried to grab the reins. Shouts indicated there were more behind.
The horses shied. Alcmene did not hesitate. She shouted loudly, urging
the horses on and drove straight at the men ahead. The two leapt aside
and the cart passed between them. The men behind were mounted and they
raced after the cart, calling for them to stop. The horses dragging
the cart took fright. Alcmene gave them their heads.
The track was rough and soon the cart was swaying wildly. Alcmene
tried to exert some control, but the horses were too strong. "I can't
hold them!" she screamed.
Iolaus had climbed back into the cart's tray and was holding his sword
in his left hand ready to repel boarders. At her cry, he turned to her
and grabbed for the reins with his free hand. Sharp pain shot up his
arm as he belatedly recalled his hand injury. He dropped the sword
into the tray and tried to catch hold of the reins with his left hand,
but to no avail. At that moment, the horses swerved and he was flung
off. He landed heavily and lay, head spinning, looking after the cart.
One of the pursuers was alongside the cart and was bringing it to a
standstill.
Iolaus started to rise, but a heavy boot, planted between his
shoulder-blades forced him down. "You stay just where you are,
Blondie." A sword pricked the back of his neck.
Alcmene was forced from the cart and hustled back to where Iolaus lay.
One of the two men on foot jogged up. He was in a nasty mood. "Good,
you've got the bitch. She drove right at us." He moved menacingly
towards Almene.
"Leave her alone!" Ignoring the man above him, Iolaus flung out his
left arm and ankle-tapped the man. Caught off balance, he fell. He
rose snarling curses at Iolaus. Then he exclaimed, "Hey, look who
we've got here!"
"Who is it?" asked Summanus
"It's that friend of Hercules," Pylus replied
"What this little runt? You're joking!"
"No, I swear I'm not." He gestured at one of the other men "Cyndus,
will tell you. We both saw the pair of them clean up half a dozen guys
in a tavern merely for having a little fun with a serving wench. I
tell you, if anything, that little shrimp was rougher than Hercules."
"Yeah, that's true," Cyndus confirmed. "He's a bloody good fighter."
"Well now, that is interesting news. They might not have much money,
but Blondie might well be worth something to us. Hercules and he are
said to be inseparable. I'm certain Hercules would do anything to get
him back. I'm sure a demigod must have access to more riches than
we've ever dreamt of."
"What about the old woman?" Old! Alcmene bristled.
"I don't suppose Hercules will have any particular interest in her.
Blondie's all we need to manipulate him," Summanus observed.
"Shall I kill her then?"
"No!" Iolaus intervened desperately. "Can't you just let her go? She's
got nothing to do with Hercules and me. She just gave me a lift."
"That's her hard luck. She should have thought twice before driving
those horses at my men."
"Let her go and I'll give you my word that I won't make any attempt to
escape. I'll just do anything you want."
"You're not going anywhere so that doesn't worry me but, if she's just
a stranger, I find your concern rather odd."
"Not everyone treats others the way scum like you do."
A boot landed in his ribs, leaving him gasping. "Scum, am I! You'd
better watch your mouth, pretty boy."
"Don't hurt him!" Alcmene tried to aid Iolaus, but was held back. Her
mind whirled. To identify herself as Hercules' mother would be of no
help as their captors would still need only one hostage to manipulate
Hercules. Worse still, she suspected that, in that case, it would be
Iolaus who was expendable because he was likely to be a more
troublesome prisoner. She made a lightning decision. "Leave my son
alone!"
"Your son! That does make a difference. I'll have to give this some
thought. We'll take both of them for the time being. Leave the cart,
it won't be any use going across country, but bring the horses and any
stuff of value they were carrying."
One man secured Alcmene's wrists behind her back, while two others
dealt with Iolaus. They placed a staff across the back of his neck and
tied his wrists to each end.
Iolaus watched 'his mother' walking ahead of him. That had been a
flash of inspiration on Alcmene's part, but now he had to do his part
and think of some way to free her. The trouble was he having
difficulty thinking clearly. The fall from the cart had winded him,
but had only given him a few bruises and abrasions. It was his hand
that was the main trouble. It was now throbbing unmercifully, making
his whole arm seem aflame. Indeed, his whole body seemed to burn, his
head swam and he was having difficulty focusing his eyes. At times
there seemed to be two Alcmenes in front of him.
He tried to shake his head in an effort to clear his vision, but the
staff pressed into his neck. The ground rose up to meet him and he was
on his knees.
"Get up!" The voice seemed far away and he ignored it. "Pull him up!"
Two men grasped the ends of the staff and dragged him to his feet, but
he couldn't stand. As they released the staff, he began to crumple
again. He heard Alcmene protesting.
"He must have got a bit more battered in the fall from the cart than
we thought. We're not going to get anywhere at this rate. Tie him over
a horse," Summanus commanded.
Iolaus' wrists were freed from the staff and rebound in front of him.
Through a red mist, he felt himself being lifted and then flung face
down across a saddle. The horse shied, but somebody steadied it. His
ankles and wrists were then tied to a rope passed under the horse's
belly.
This was even worse than walking. The jolting motion of the horse and
the head-down position were too much for him and he lapsed into
unconsciousness.
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When he finally roused, he found himself lying on a stone floor with
his head on someone's lap. Alcmene had torn a strip from her skirt,
soaked it in the bucket of drinking water and was using it to wipe his
burning face. He tried to sit up. "Who ..."
"Ssh, Iolaus. It's all right, it's Alcmene. Just lie still. I'm about
to have a look at your hand."
"B-But where ..."
"I'm not sure where we are. Do you remember what happened?"
"K-Kind of. There were some bandits and ... and ... I'm sorry,
th-things seem a bit fuzzy."
"Don't worry about it at the moment. The bandits have taken us
prisoner. The thing you have to remember is that I'm supposed to be
your mother."
"What??? Why?"
"We can't let them know my connection with Hercules. I'll explain when
you feel a bit better. All you need to remember at the moment is that
I am your mother. You *have* to say that if anyone asks. Can you
remember that?"
"Yeah, but it's a bit funny ..."
"What do you mean. Iolaus?"
"W-When Herc and I were kids I used to w-wish you were. Then I
wouldn't have had ... have had to see my f-father. He didn't want me,
but you might have."
Alcmene's heart contracted. She pulled Iolaus close and held him
against her breast, as her eyes welled with tears. "We might not have
been your family, Iolaus, but neither Hercules nor I could have loved
you more."
The look of stunned surprise that flashed across his face cut her
deeply and then the hunter spoke, his voice a whisper, "I didn't ...
my father said ... he said I shouldn't v-visit as often as I d-did
because you'd find me a bloody nuisance ... l-like he did."
Memories flooded back. When she thought about it, she remembered how
often the scrawny child had excused himself when invited to stay
longer or to eat with them, even when his eyes devoured the food on
offer. He must have thought the invitations were only made out of
politeness rather than from a desire for his company. He had obviously
had no idea how delighted she had been that Hercules had made such a
good friend. Even as an adult, he had not understood how welcome he
was. Had he done so he might have approached her to help with his hand
injury much earlier. He always presented such a sunny, confident face
to the world that she hadn't realized how much of the neglected and
insecure child remained. "Iolaus. I never once considered you a
nuisance. Hercules and I loved your visits and would have been happy
to see more of you. You *must* know that."
There was no reply, but she felt his shoulders shaking and realized he
was weeping quietly. She did not know that part of the reason for the
tears was the reminder of the love Hercules' had had for him and which
he believed that he had lost. She held him firmly until he was still.
"Iolaus, I'm going to have a look at your hand now."
He reluctantly moved from her grasp and tried to sit unaided. This
proved too much and he sank back to the floor. She began to unwrap the
hand wincing at the putrid smell from the bandages. She was horrified
at the inflammation, which was now creeping insidiously up his wrist.
The cut was full of pus. "This doesn't look very good, Iolaus. I'll
try to clean it up, but I'll need to get my medicines from our
captors." She began to dab at the wound. He closed his eyes tightly
and clenched his left fist against the pain. She did the best she
could to clean the wound, very aware that, in this case, her best was
not anywhere near good enough, and rewrapped the hand.
A few minutes later, two of the bandits made an appearance. "Is the
runt awake yet? Summanus wants to speak to him."
"I'm awake."
"Come over here and put your wrists through the bars so we can tie
them."
"I s-said I'm awake. I didn't say anything about walking."
"Stop mucking about or you'll be sorry. Just come here!"
Alcmene cut in. "My *son*," she emphasized for Iolaus' benefit, "is
ill. He needs medication. He can't obey you."
"We'll see!" The door was unlocked and the two warily entered the
cell, swords in hand. They weren't taking any chances with someone of
Iolaus' reputation. One held his sword to Alcmene's throat and ordered
Iolaus to roll onto his stomach and to put his hands behind his back.
The second man secured his wrists.
Alcmene protested, "He's got a badly infected hand from an injury that
he suffered a few days ago. I need the medicine from my bag."
"That's his hard luck."
"And it might be yours! The infection is spreading up his arm. If he
dies from blood-poisoning it's not going to do your plans much good."
"We've still got you if he dies."
"That's not going to cut much ice with Hercules, Alcmene said,
improvising hurriedly. "We've never got on. I don't like the way he's
always leading my son into danger. I want my boy at home with me. He's
all I've got. He belongs with his mother. Hercules is so selfish
luring Iolaus away from me and I've told him so in no uncertain terms.
Now he goes out of his way to avoid me. No, your only chance of
influencing that man is if Iolaus is still alive, so you'd better see
about my medicines."
"We'll see what Summanus says after he's seen Blondie." They hauled
Iolaus upright and dragged him out, locking the door behind them.
They took him to the room where Summanus was waiting. He was somewhat
surprised to see the condition of his prisoner, who was sagging, head
down, between the pair. "Have you two been working him over?" he
demanded.
"No, Summanus, we wouldn't do that without your say so. The old woman
says he's got an infected hand and seems to be developing
blood-poisoning. She's asking for the medical supplies that are in her
bag."
"Well, if he's cooperative, I may let her have them. He's no good to
us dead."
"That's true," Lybas replied, and explained what Alcmene had said
about her relationship with Hercules.
Summanus moved forward and cupped Iolaus' chin in his hand, forcing
his head up. "Now, Blondie, you can tell us how to contact your friend
Hercules."
Iolaus was out on his feet. He would have fallen if the two bandits
hadn't been holding his arms. He seemed to be in a hot, swirling mist
of pain. His hand was throbbing viciously and his senses were reeling.
He knew the man had asked him something, but he didn't know what it
was. "What?" He tried to concentrate to find out what the man wanted.
"Where is Hercules?"
"He's ... He's visiting his father."
"Where?"
"M-Mount Olympus." That stunned them. Even though it was well-known
that Hercules was a bastard son of Zeus, King of the Gods, it was
still difficult to comprehend someone visiting the gods.
"How do we contact him?"
"You can't."
"How do you keep in touch then?"
"I-I can't if he's there."
"When is he due back?"
"N-No particular time. He doesn't ... He doesn't go there often and
doesn't usually stay long."
"When he returns where will he go?"
"I don't know."
Summanus slapped him across the face. "You know and you'll tell me
now!"
Iolaus sagged further as a wave of dizziness flooded over him. "I
don't ... I don't ..."
One of the bandits holding him intervened, " Summanus, I think he's
going to pass out. He's hotter than Tartarus."
Summanus stepped forward quickly, grasped the hunter's vest and began
to shake him. "Where will Hercules go?"
"Possibly ... Possibly his mother's house." The blackness overwhelmed
him and he fainted.
Summanus said, "You'd better get that medicine. See if the old woman
knows where Hercules' mother lives."
They dragged Iolaus back to the cell and dropped him on the floor.
"We've got your medicine and you can have it if you tell us where
Hercules' mother lives."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Blondie reckons that's where Hercules will go when he returns from
Mount Olympus."
Alcmene paused wondering what to say. If a bandit went there and
approached Jason in a friendly manner, he might mention that his wife
was on her way to Melinda's and the bandits would then put two and two
together and identify her. There was also the possibility that the
bandits might go in force and then Jason might be at risk. However,
she knew from Iolaus' condition that it was vital to get the medical
supplies. 'First things first,' she thought, and told the bandits what
they wanted to know. They handed over the bag and left.
She quickly untied the hunter's wrists and then unwrapped his hand,
gazing with horror at the pus that had reformed and the spreading
inflammation. His forearm was now looking swollen and red as well. She
tried to repress a wave of panic. Blood poisoning, if allowed to take
hold, was a virtual sentence to a painful death. She began to clean
the wound again and then applied a drawing poultice, hoping that the
hunter would not regain consciousness while she was at work.
Thankfully this was the case.
A bandit delivered some food and fresh water late in the day, but
apart from that she saw nothing of their captors. At intervals, she
managed to get Iolaus to drink a herbal preparation designed to reduce
inflammation and applied new poultices. He was at best semi-conscious
and seemed confused about where they were and what was going on from
some of the things he said.
For much of the time, he tossed restlessly, muttering and groaning,
and asking for Hercules. At one stage, he threw himself violently onto
his stomach causing his vest to ride up his back. Alcmene caught a
puzzling glimpse of red. She carefully raised the garment and could
see the marks of the brutal bleeding that Juventas had given the
blond. Unfortunately, not all the cuts were healing and a few were
oozing pus, every bit as inflamed as his hand was. "Iolaus!" she
gasped in dismay. "Who on earth has done this to you?"
A horrifying thought occurred. Was Hercules responsible? The hunter
had seemed so apprehensive about approaching the house and actually
relieved by her son's absence. It seemed too out of character and yet
what if he had?
She began to treat the festering sores and realised that some extended
below the trousers. She unbuckled his belts and eased his trousers
down. What she saw made her gasp in horror for, not only were his
buttocks marked from the beating, but there were fading bruises and
other marks between his thighs. If she had seen such marks on a woman
she would have assumed she had been subjected to a violent sexual
attack.
At that moment, Iolaus, aware of her touch, muttered fearfully, "Don't
... Don't touch me ... Please, not again. Mandrocles, no!" The name
meant nothing to her, but the terror in Iolaus' voice sent shivers
down her spine. The word "touch" stood out starkly in a way "hit"
would not. The thought that he had been assaulted upset her greatly
but, at least, it was by some man she'd never heard of. However, then
he was back to Hercules again, protesting brokenly, "I tried to stop
her ... I *did* try ... Please listen to me, Herc ... I *didn't*
encourage her ... No, don't ... don't!" Then, Juventas stalked into
his feverish nightmare and he screamed, "Gods, no! Not again! Please,
no!"
Shaken, Alcmene hastened to complete her task and to restore his
clothing. Confused and fearful, she sat stroking his hair and
whispering words of comfort as much to herself as to him. Eventually,
Alcmene drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
She continued to treat the wounds at intervals throughout the next two
days, while Iolaus tossed in delirium, muttering odd confusing things
about chariots, someone called Autolycus and even centaurs. The worst
thing was when he started calling Hercules' name, begging him to
forgive him and sobbing bitterly. She couldn't make sense of any of
it.
She sponged him to try to bring his temperature down, fearfully aware
of his quick, shallow breathing, and prayed to whichever gods might be
listening.
Late in the afternoon, she was relieved to see the redness start to
recede from his arm. She checked his back and saw that the salve and
medicine were having positive results there as well. Apart from a
single delivery of food, the bandits did not come near them.
Late that night, she roused and was immediately aware that Iolaus was
lying quietly, his breathing deeper and more regular. Alcmene put out
a hand to check him. A moist sheen was on his skin. The fever had
broken. She touched the hunter's forehead. It was no longer dry and
burning and she rejoiced in its coolness. At her touch, his eyelids
fluttered and azure eyes opened and looked uncertainly at her.
"Alcmene?" he whispered.
"Hush, don't try to speak. It's all right. You've had a fever, but
it's gone. I'll give you some medicine and a drink of water and then
you're to go back to sleep." She slipped an arm under his shoulders
and raised him slightly so he could drink. Weakness made him more
obedient than usual so he swallowed the medicine without complaint and
sank back down drifting off to sleep again.
About 3am, Iolaus awoke again with a start. He forced himself to lie
still while he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. He remembered
he'd been travelling with Alcmene and that they had been captured by
bandits, but things were very hazy and confused after that. They were
obviously in a cell. He staggered to his feet and moved unsteadily to
investigate the door. To his relief, he realized that the lock would
not give him much difficulty and he began to pick it. It took but a
few minutes to open even though he was obliged to work left-handed. He
then bent to rouse Alcmene.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. "What is it?"
"It's okay, Alcmene, it's just me."
"What do you want? Are you feeling sick again?"
"No, I'm feeling a lot better, but we've got to get out of here,"
Iolaus whispered.
"But how?"
"The cell's open. Locks are no trouble to an old hunter and neither is
covering tracks once we get out. The only problem is whether we can
evade the bandits until we reach the bush because I don't think I'd do
too well in a fight at the moment."
"Iolaus, are you sure you're up to this?" she asked doubtfully,
looking at his pale and drawn features.
"I'm fine," he lied.
Alcmene had her doubts about that, but quickly gathered up her medical
supplies and the two crept out.
As it turned out, the bandits had been overly confident and had
mounted only a very casual guard, so they had no trouble evading the
two men on duty.
"Okay," Iolaus whispered, "which way do you want to go?"
"You're asking *me*?"
"Yeah, I mean do you want to go on to Melinda's or to head home.
Home's probably closer, but there's not much in it."
"Home! I want to check that Jason's all right. Besides Hercules might
be back by now."
'Well, at least she's optimistic,' Iolaus thought. 'She's already
worrying about others and we've still got a long way to go.'
With his unerring instinct for direction, the hunter set off without
hesitation. He knew it was vital that they cover as much distance as
they could before their absence was discovered. The trouble was he
felt so damned weak. He'd virtually eaten nothing since the accident
to his hand seven days before and his illness had pulled him down
further. As he walked, he wondered whether the bandits had approached
Jason yet and whether Hercules would be back. He felt both would have
some strong words to say to him about his care of Alcmene, but as long
as he got her home safely that didn't matter.
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The two messengers sent by the bandits had actually arrived at Alcmene
and Jason's home two days previously. Jason had only just welcomed his
two friends, Alphius and Thesides, and the three were sitting
companionably in the sun, chatting and drinking, when Teos and
Saburanus rode up.
"Hello!" Jason called, as Teos dismounted. "How can I help you?" He
wondered why the man was just standing outside the gate rather than
entering.
"Is this Hercules' mother's home?"
"Yes."
"Is Hercules here?"
"Sorry, no."
"Can I speak to his mother then?"
"Sorry, Alcmene's away as well. Can I help?"
"Who are you?"
"My name's Jason. Alcmene's my wife."
"I've got a message for Hercules."
"I'll give it to him, but I can't say when as I don't know when he'll
be back."
"Can't you contact him?"
"No."
"The message is urgent so you'd better find some way of doing so. It's
about that little, blond friend of his."
"What? Iolaus? But if you've seen him ..." He was about to add "you
should have seen Alcmene", when warning bells rang in his head and he
gulped back his words. "What about Iolaus?" he demanded.
"Blondie's had the misfortune to fall into the hands of some friends
of mine. They figure Hercules will be prepared to make it very much
worth their while to get him back."
"Was he alone?" Jason ventured, cautiously.
"Nah! There was an old woman with him. His mother apparently. A real
stroppy piece! Anyway, you'll need to tell Hercules to contact us very
quickly or Blondie's going to start to suffer for his neglect. I'm
going to wait at the tavern in town for him, while my friend here
reports back to our leader. Be warned, Summanus doesn't like to be
kept waiting."
Jason desperately wanted to inquire further about Alcmene as it had
been impossible to tell from the bandit's words whether she was still
alive or not, but he realized to show too great an interest in her
might make the man suspicious. He was overwhelmed with a feeling of
helplessness as he watched the two ride off. He had no idea how he was
going to contact the demigod.
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Of course, all this was unknown to Iolaus and Alcmene as they
struggled through the bush. The tall trees, with their thick canopy of
leaves, effectively shielded the pair from any light that the moon
might have provided. Both were scratched and bleeding from encounters
with unseen branches.
If he'd been alone, Iolaus might have sought a place to go to ground
to give himself more time to recuperate, but he was weighed down with
the responsibility of getting Alcmene to safety. How could he ever
face Hercules again if he let something happen to his mother? In any
case, he probably wouldn't get the chance as Jason would 'kill' him.
He felt so guilty that he'd not been able to prevent their capture in
the first place. He just couldn't fail now.
They were traversing a hillside, when Iolaus stood on a loose rock and
it rolled. Lacking his normal agility, he fell with it, coming to rest
when his stomach hit a tree about ten feet down the hillside. The
impact drove the breath from his body and the rough bark scrapped
quite an area of skin. "Iolaus, are you all right?" Alcmene cried,
scrambling after him.
"Yeah," he gasped, trying to rise as the world tilted around him. He
felt Alcmene grasping his shoulder. "I'm okay. Just give me a moment."
"We should stop. You need to rest."
"No, we can't. We've got to get as far as we can before they find out
we're missing." He forced himself to his feet. "Come on!"
Alcmene was desperately worried, not for herself, but for the small,
gallant figure staggering ahead of her. She knew that he was stubborn
enough to keep on until he dropped and then what on earth would she
do? She knew she'd never be able to carry him and she'd be hopelessly
lost anyway.
She kept walking for another ten long minutes and then tried another
tack. "Iolaus, I need to rest. Please can we stop for a few minutes?"
He turned to her, his face full of concern. "I'm sorry, Alcmene. I
didn't think."
"Let's sit down for a moment."
"You go ahead. I prefer to stand." He felt so lightheaded that he was
worried he might not be able to get up again. A mere five minutes
later, he insisted they move on again.
After what seemed an age, they emerged from the woods. They were still
on a steep hillside. They could see a river well below them, shining
in the moonlight. Water! Both were parched. They began a slithering,
none to careful descent.
They were almost at the bottom when Iolaus, who was leading, cried,
"Alcmene, stop!" As he shouted, he twisted around and flung himself
onto his stomach, grabbing at the long grass to halt himself.
Alcmene tried to follow suit, but to no avail. She couldn't stop. "I
can't!" she screamed.
Iolaus lunged desperately at her. He managed to grasp her arm, but
couldn't brace himself and her weight carried them both over the
truncated spur and down fifteen feet or so into the swiftly flowing
river.
They surfaced coughing and choking, but Alcmene's skirt clung to her
legs and it's weight began to pull her down once more. "Iolaus, help
me!" she appealed, thrashing wildly.
"Hang on!" Somehow he managed to get an arm around her. In her fright,
she threw her arms around his neck almost strangling him. He went
under, swallowing more muddy water and surfaced spluttering.
Surprisingly, he had managed to retain his grip on Alcmene. "Alcmene,
calm down! It's all right, I've got you," he gasped.
His words penetrated and she stopped her struggles and relaxed her
grip. However, her weight and the force of the river meant that the
best the hunter could do was to try to keep both their heads above
water, as the river swept them helplessly onward.
Iolaus was exhausted. The freezing water was numbing his good hand and
he feared he would soon lose his grip on Alcmene and that they would
both drown. Fortunately, Alcmene had calmed and seemed to have a
confidence, in his ability to save them both, that he lacked. Just
when he was losing all hope, the river flowed out onto wide flood
plains. With room to spread, it became both gentler and shallower and,
at last, the hunter was able to touch the bottom.
They stood clinging to each other for a few moments and then began to
make their way towards the bank. Unfortunately, the reduced flow
allowed for weed growth and the riverbed was slippery. Both fell more
than once as they made their way to the bank. Once there they sank
onto the shingle. Soon they were shivering with cold. "I'm sorry,
Alcmene," Iolaus said," we'll have to get moving to try to warm
ourselves up."
They managed another mile before he called a halt again, aware that
Alcmene was breathing hard. It had been quite a trek for her and her
heavy, clinging skirts were making the going even tougher.
This time, he had to sit down. He leant back against a rock and closed
his eyes.
"Don't let me fall asleep," he muttered. He was afraid that, without
help to keep awake, he might submit to the demands of pain and
exhaustion and drift into a deep sleep close to unconsciousness. He
couldn't afford that. He *had* to keep alert in case the bandits
tracked them, although he was aware that, to that extent, the fall
into the river was a blessing in that it broke any trail the pair had
left.
The sun had risen and the day promised to be warm so, at least, their
sodden clothing should start to dry. Alcmene spread her skirts to
assist this and then sat looking at the hunter. She knew he would want
her to follow his instruction and so, although tempted to allow him to
sleep, she decided she'd better try to keep him talking. Okay, he
wanted to be kept awake, so now was the time to return to the matter
worrying her.
"Iolaus, when you were unconscious you were delirious and some things
you said have got me worried."
His eyes opened and he looked warily at her. "What things?" he asked
reluctantly.
"I'm concerned about this falling out you've had with Hercules."
"Oh, that! Don't worry about it. I told you it was my fault."
"I know you did. Whether I believe you is another thing. Was it *just*
an argument?"
"Y-Yes," he replied, but was betrayed by a telltale flush creeping
into his pallid cheeks.
"Truly?"
"Yes ... No ... I-I hit him. He was ... He was shaking me and telling
me off and I hit him."
Unlike some mothers, Alcmene did not automatically hold that against
the hunter. She loved her son, probably even more than she loved
Jason, but she also loved the little blond. She saw him as part of her
family and knew him and Hercules well enough to know their faults as
well as their virtues. She was well aware that Hercules had a
self-righteous, almost overbearing streak that tended to manifest
itself in a habit of lecturing the hunter at times as though the
latter was a schoolboy, instead of actually his senior by a year. It
was, she considered, probably a greater wonder that Iolaus had not hit
him more often.
She also knew that Iolaus attracted trouble like a magnet. If it
didn't come to him, he would actively seek it out. At times, over the
years, she had despaired of his antics and suspected that some even
worse stories were kept from her ears by the collusion of the pair.
She was aware that not all of the thrashings his father had handed out
so freely were unmerited, although their severity certainly was, and
she could well understand how his behaviour at times annoyed her
moralistic son, especially as he was often dragged into the various
'pranks' and often ended up having to share the responsibility and,
accordingly, the punishment for them. Then, while Hercules apologized
sincerely and tried to make good any damage, Iolaus would already be
plotting his next escapade.
With a start, she pulled herself away from these memories and back to
the present. "And what did Hercules do after you hit him?" she asked
with some trepidation, recalling his ravings and his various injuries.
"He punched me straight back."
"And that's *all* he did to you?"
Iolaus looked at her in some confusion. "Y-Yeah. I d-don't think he
really m-meant to," he stammered, anxious to show his friend in the
best light possible to avoid upsetting Alcmene. "It was just a ...
just a reflex action. Everything was my fault really. You see there
was this woman ..."
"You were fighting over a woman?"
"Um ... Sort of."
Alcmene didn't notice the hesitation. She was so relieved. It had been
over a woman as she had suspected. Whoever had caused the injuries to
Iolaus, it hadn't been her son. She would have liked to ask about
these, but decided now wasn't the time.
Soon after that, Iolaus, feeling he'd had a lucky let out and still
wondering just what he'd said in his delirium but not game to ask,
decreed that they had to get moving once more. They struggled on.
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After a dreadfully tiring day, during which both secretly despaired of
making the distance but kept plodding on for the sake of the other,
they finally neared home.
Dusk had fallen. Jason was standing by the fence, peering worriedly
along the road in the dim light and trying to will Hercules to appear.
Then he saw the unkempt pair approaching. He shouted joyfully and
bounded forward to clutch Alcmene to him and kiss her thoroughly.
Iolaus moved aside and watched the reunion, with a feeling of relief
and apprehension. Jason felt his eyes upon him and looked up. He was
so overjoyed to have his wife back, there was hardly room for any
other emotion, but he forced himself to ask sternly, "Is this what you
call looking after a woman?"
"I-I'm sorry," Iolaus faltered. He lowered his head and turned to go.
"Wait a minute, Iolaus," Jason exclaimed, surprised at the reaction.
But the blond kept walking. "Go after him, Jason," Alcmene urged,
disengaging herself from her husband's arms.
"He'll be all right. I want to see you're okay before I worry about
anyone else."
"No! Please, go and get him now."
"If I must." He hurried after the hunter and grasped his arm. Iolaus
halted and flinched as if expecting a blow. Jason was horrified by
both that and by his appearance. Initially, he had had eyes only for
Alcmene and had not seen the blond's pallor and obvious exhaustion.
"I'm sorry ... I couldn't ..."
"Iolaus, it's okay. Alcmene wants you to come into the house."
"N-No, you don't have to ... to ask me. You go and look after her.
I-I'll go home."
"Iolaus, please, we both want you to stay. "
"You don't have to say that."
"What's going on?" a familiar voice called, as its owner observed
Jason clutching someone's arm.
"H-Herc!" The hunter turned towards the demigod, his heart pounding.
It was the person he most longed to see, but dreaded to encounter.
"Iolaus! What's happened?" Hercules asked, his joyful shouting of his
friend's name giving way to concern as he saw the state his friend was
in.
"I'm sorry, Herc, I didn't ..."
Jason interrupted, "Iolaus, *stop* apologizing and come into the
house. Hercules, could you bring him in please, I want to get back to
Alcmene."
"What? Has something happened to my mother?" Hercules' level of
anxiety rose further, but Jason was already hurrying back towards the
house. He turned to his friend. "Iolaus, what is going on?"
Just then there was a cry, "There's the little bastard! I told you
he'd come here."
Several roughly dressed men appeared out of the shadows and bore down
upon them. "Who are ..." the demigod started.
"Bandits! They kidnapped your mother and ..."
Without waiting for another word, the demigod launched himself at the
group. He pulled no punches and in moments all were unconscious or in
flight. He turned back to Iolaus. "All right, Iolaus, you'd better
come in. I *need* an explanation." As he spoke, he wrapped an arm
firmly around the blond's shoulders and began to steer him towards the
house.
"Please, Herc, I'd rather go. Your mother can tell you everything." He
tried ineffectually to shrug Hercules' arm off.
The grip around his shoulders tightened. "Sorry, no, I want you to
stay. " The hunter tried to pull away, but to no avail as the demigod
clutched him firmly.
They had no sooner entered the house, than other arms wrapped around
the hunter as Alcmene embraced him and gently led him to a chair.
"Hercules, could you get something for Iolaus to drink, please. "
"Mother, what's been going on?"
"Patience, my dear, we're both tired, hungry and thirsty. Perhaps you
and Jason could get us both some refreshments. We'll have a little
rest and then we'll tell you everything."
So some minutes later, Alcmene, having eaten and drunk her fill and
having remonstrated fruitlessly with the hunter for not following
suit, told the story. Iolaus could hardly believe how well she spoke
of him, but Jason disregarded that. He was now genuinely angry.
When she had finished, Jason said, "That's all very well, but why did
you set out on the journey knowing you weren't up to looking after
Alcmene if anything went wrong?"
The blond hung his head, so only his mop of tousled golden curls could
be seen, and muttered, "It was only a cut hand. I didn't think ..."
"No, you didn't, did you?"
"Jason!" Alcmene interjected, reproachfully.
"You didn't, did you? You *never* do," Jason continued, relentlessly.
If anything, the head went lower. Hercules could see his friend's
shoulders starting to shake. He looked reproachfully at Jason and
moved to stand in front of the blond, looking down at him
compassionately and shielding him from Jason's view. He put his hands
on Iolaus' shoulders and drew him to his feet, hugging him against his
chest and feeling the dampness of his tears. "I think I'd better take
Iolaus home. We can talk things over tomorrow when we've all rested. I
think everyone is a bit overwrought at the moment." He led Iolaus
outside.
The hunter tried to pull away from him. "I'm okay. Herc, you go back
in."
The demigod continued to clutch him firmly as they headed out onto the
road. "Iolaus, they don't need me in there. I imagine my mother will
be telling Jason a few home-truths and it will embarrass him more if
I'm there."
"I sorry, I don't ... don't want to cause problems between them."
"Don't worry, you haven't. Jason sometimes forgets he's no longer
Captain of the Argo and gets carried away. My mother's an expert in
letting him know the error of his ways, but calming him down at the
same time. By tomorrow he'll be very sorry for what he said."
"He sh-shouldn't be."
Of course, he should."
"No, he was right. I should have known better," Iolaus said, his voice
heavy with dejection. "I-I never seem to think things through. Could
you just ... just leave me ... please. I don't want ... I'll just go
home."
"I'm going with you, Iolaus."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
They walked in silence. The full moon, that had risen, illuminating
the road clearly. Iolaus was concentrating on staying upright. Having
got Alcmene to safety, all his energy seemed to have deserted him.
Hercules was wracking his brains trying to think how he could make
amends for what he had done.
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After his set-to with Iolaus in the inn at Preveza, Hercules had
stormed back to his room and slammed the door. 'Damn, Iolaus,' he
thought, 'as far as he's concerned anything in skirts is fair game. So
much for all his assurances that he wasn't interested in Gallia. He
knows how much I love him, but he doesn't care how much his flirting
and affairs hurt me.' He rubbed his aching jaw. 'That hurts too. Still
he'll have regretted doing that to me if nothing else. He'll have some
*very* sore ribs. He'll be lucky if I haven't brok-'
He stopped aghast, regarding himself with horror. 'Gods what on earth
am I thinking of? I *hit* Iolaus. Even if he did hit me first, I
should *never* have done that. I really had no right to take him to
task over Gallia either, but *hitting* him! He really smashed into
that wall too. I'll have to go back and check he's all right. He
probably won't want to see me, but I'll have to make sure he's okay.'
He went to Iolaus' room and knocked. Receiving no reply, he went in
anyway. However, by then the hunter had bolted. 'Well, at least, he's
mobile,' the demigod thought, not realizing that the blond had dressed
and fled without any conscious awareness of doing so and was, at that
moment, sitting confused and sobbing in the livery stables, where
Autolycus would discover him some minutes later.
Hercules' glanced around the hunter's room and saw that the blond's
meagre possessions, namely carry-bag, sword and hunting knife, were
still there. 'At least, he must be intending to come back,' he
thought, feeling very relieved. He did not know that, in his intense
upset, the hunter hadn't given such mundane items a second thought and
that he had no intention of returning.
Rejecting the notion of trying to locate the elusive blond in the
dark, the demigod sat down on the bed. 'I'll wait here so I can
apologize when he gets back,' he thought. However, the hour was
already well advanced and, good intentions notwithstanding, Hercules
fell asleep.
When he awoke the next morning, it was to the worrying realization
that Iolaus had not returned. It was possible that he had spent the
night with Gallia, but Hercules decided to leave that distasteful
possibility aside and ask around. It was not long before he met a
couple of men who had witnessed the tavern fight and the subsequent
arrest of Iolaus and Autolycus.
Even news of the scrap reduced Hercules' anxiety. Obviously Iolaus was
well enough to drink and fight. He wondered momentarily who the
hunter's ally had been, but shoved the thought aside. The gregarious
hunter never had any trouble in finding drinking partners. At least,
this was an explanation of Iolaus' failure to return to the inn.
He headed for the castle prison, anticipating that he would need to do
some quick talking to obtain Iolaus' release. However, on arrival, he
was informed that both prisoners had escaped. When he heard of the
method they had employed, a suspicion grew in his mind. He inquired as
to the appearance of the second man. Tall. Dark, wavy hair. Moustache.
Autolycus! He had no doubts about that, but what was the King of
Thieves doing in Preveza?
He knew that Autolycus was in love with Iolaus, a love that had grown
out of the incident with the centaurs and which had probably had its
seeds in their earlier visit to Athens. However, he also knew that the
hunter did not return the sentiment and actually felt an element of
guilt for unwittingly inspiring an emotion in the thief that he could
not return. So the thief's presence was a mystery.
The thief's presence was also a bonus. At least, he knew Iolaus was
with somebody who would look out for him. Further, Autolycus was one
for the cities. As long as he was with Iolaus, the latter would not go
bush. Finding the hunter in the wilds would be impossible but, if he
kept to the towns, as the thief would wish, there would be bound to be
people to notice them and to give Hercules directions for he was
determined to locate the hunter.
Nearly a month had passed, however, before he got any news. Finally, a
mutual friend told him he had met up with Autolycus, a few days
before, but the thief had been travelling alone. The demigod penned
several copies of a letter and dispatched messengers to seek out the
thief, hoping that one would find him.
Soon he had Autolycus' detailed reply. From this the demigod learnt
the truth about Gallia's visit to the hunter. This made him feel
guiltier than ever when he thought about both what he had done to
Iolaus and the hurtful comments he had made. There was some comfort to
be gained from the thief's assurances that "All he did was mope and
wonder where you were and worry about you" and "He does love you."
However, any redress would have to wait because, unfortunately, Iolaus
had parted company from the thief a fortnight before, saying only that
he was going hunting.
So his search continued. He concentrated on towns near some of Iolaus'
favourite hunting spots and never gave Athens a single thought. Apart
from the fact that Iolaus' stated plan of going hunting precluded the
city, it would have been the last place he would have expected the
blond to go. After his rape by Mandrocles, Iolaus hadn't been able to
leave the city fast enough and, if ever anyone had had occasion to
mention the city since, he had clearly indicated that he had no
intention of ever going there again.
Three weeks of searching having yielded no information at all, a tired
and dispirited demigod had found himself walking towards his mother's
home. Alcmene had, as usual, been overjoyed to see him, but she was
clearly concerned as to where Iolaus was and, although she only asked
directly once, he knew she was waiting for him to tell her what was
wrong. How could he say "I thought my lover was having an affair so I
thumped him and he took off and I can't find him anywhere"? Sure he
could say they'd just had an argument, but then what if his mother
asked him what it had been about?
Finally, he'd decided to take a most unusual step and go and ask his
father's advice. He didn't know if it would be worth having but, at
least, he felt he could speak honestly about his relationship with
Iolaus with Zeus. A father who had had affairs with Ganymede, his
cupbearer, and other males, could have his uses after all.
Not that his father turned out to have much useful advice to offer. He
was always one for fresh fields and pastures new and tended to seek
out new lovers if difficulties arose rather than attempting to deal
with any issues that had arisen with the old. However, at least, he
had served as a non-judgemental listener and Hercules had been able to
talk in detail about what had happened.
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Lost in his thoughts, the demigod had released his grip on the blond.
He was brought back to reality when Iolaus stumbled against him. He
glanced down at his companion. Swaying with fatigue, the hunter was
moving automatically with no real sense of direction. As he tried to
recover himself, the stars pulsed bright and then dimmed and he knew
he was going to pass out. His knees started to buckle, but strong arms
were around him before he could fall.
When consciousness returned a few minutes later, Iolaus found he was
being cradled in Hercules' arms. The demigod felt him stir. "Not far
now, Iolaus," he whispered comfortingly.
Iolaus forced himself to say, "Put me down please."
"But, Iolaus, it's only a couple of hundred yards," Hercules
protested, unwilling to give up his precious burden.
"Please."
The demigod complied reluctantly. It had felt so right to hold Iolaus
protectively against his heart. Nothing had felt so good in weeks.
The hunter made his way unsteadily to the house. He turned at the
doorway and said, "Th-Thank you for bringing me home." It was a clear
dismissal.
But Hercules couldn't leave anyone in such a state and certainly not
the person he loved most of all. "Iolaus, I'm coming in. I want to see
you're all right."
Iolaus turned, hurried as fast as he could across the room, flung
himself face down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. "I'm
okay. I'll go to sleep now. Just leave me please," he muttered.
"Please, Iolaus, don't do this. Please talk to me. At least let me
apologize," the demigod begged.
"Why? You don't want to," came the muffled response.
"I do! I've been searching for you ever since that night I hit you. I
should never have done that."
"But you still think I slept with Gallia."
"No, I swear I don't. Autolycus told me what happened. Please, Iolaus,
talk to me."
Unable to stop himself, he reached for the unresisting blond and
pulled him into his arms, clutching him tightly against his chest and
burying his face in the soft curls. He ran his hand down Iolaus' back
in what he had intended as a comforting motion. At first the blond lay
quiescent and then suddenly sucked in his breath. Puzzled, the demigod
raised his vest and, in the bright moonlight, saw the still healing
cuts. Belatedly, he recalled that Alcmene had made a brief reference
to some back injury Iolaus had.
"Iolaus, who did this to you?"
"A man in Athens ... Juventas."
"Is that all he did?" Hercules' heart was in his mouth.
An almost imperceptible head shake.
"What else?" Hercules breathed, hardly daring to ask.
"He raped me ... It was ... It was like Mandrocles all over again, but
you weren't ... you weren't ..." His voice was absolutely distraught.
"I wasn't there. Go on, say it! You needed me and I wasn't bloody
there, " Hercules exclaimed in anguished tones.
Hearing the note of self-loathing, Iolaus added fairly, "You couldn't
have known that would happen."
"It's still my fault. None of this would have happened if it wasn't
for my damned jealousy."
"Herc, I hit you first. I'm sorry for that."
"That doesn't matter, Iolaus, I asked for it. Anyway your punches
might hurt, but they won't kill me. My punches are different. I was so
mad I didn't think, I just reacted. I'm so sorry."
"I know you didn't mean to hit me, Herc. It's not being hit that still
hurts, it's what you *said* about me." Tears coursed down the hunter's
pallid cheeks as he recalled the words.
Hercules looked at the hunter, his heart contracting. Nothing the
blond said could flay him as much for those words as his own
conscience did. "I was wrong, Iolaus. I was wrong about Gallia and, in
my jealousy, I just opened my mouth and accused you of things of which
I had no proof just to hurt you because I was hurting."
The hunter's relentless honesty couldn't let that pass. He knew that
he had not betrayed Hercules before the incident with Gallia, but that
he'd come damned close to doing so since. "Herc, I know I'm a flirt,
but that's all I'd done with anyone, apart from you, since you became
my lover, but did ... did Autolycus tell you what happened ... what I
did ... when we were in the cell?"
"Yes."
"And ... And why?"
'Yes. Look, Iolaus, whatever you thought about doing with Autolycus, I
know you didn't go through with it."
"No, but ... but I *would* have let him use me. I offered myself, but
he ... he ... To think how I used to regard him! He's better than
either of us."
"True. That's a sobering thought, my love."
"Am I?"
"Are you what?"
"Still your love?"
"Always! I'll always love you, Iolaus, no matter what you think of
me."
"Wh-What happens now?"
"That's up to you. What do you want to happen?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry, Herc, I still feel ... I don't really know
how I feel. Herc, could you ... could you just cuddle me tonight.
Nothing else please. N-Not yet. I don't know about the future. I-I've
been feeling so ... so lonely without you, but I don't know ... after
your words and then ... Juventas ...I just don't know." The last
phrase came out as an almost hysterical sob.
"No rush, my love." Having feared complete rejection, the demigod was
more than prepared to accept the concession. Quickly kicking off his
boots and removing his shirt, he knelt to remove Iolaus' boots for him
and then lay down beside him. He pulled a blanket over them both and
put an arm around Iolaus, settling the blond's head comfortably on his
shoulder. He dropped a feather-light kiss on the cold cheek. "Sleep
well, my love."
It was not going to be as easy as he had hoped, but the demigod was
determined that somehow he was going to convince Iolaus that he was
genuinely repentant and would always regret his hateful and hasty
words. Somehow he would convince him that he loved him above all else.
Somehow they *would* be lovers again.
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