and I let him go.
‘Why would the giants
go to warnow?’
He shook his head impatiently.
‘Power. They too are Kronos’
children, do you not remember?’
I gave him a wry smile. ‘I do not know
if you have noticed, but we have
a few too many cousins
to keep track of.’
Hermes glared at me.
‘This is not the time for humour.’
The trickster God saying this
brought home the urgency.
‘Tell me more, Hermes.
If I am to help, I need knowledge.’
I could see the conflict
play across his face.
To trust me with more information
could prove fatal for the Olympians,
but to not give me information
was to spurn my aid.
Finally, I saw him relent.
‘For years the giants
have kept to themselves.
But they have always
been power-hungry.
What happened during
the last war has kept them
in their place. Still, to keep them
