It’s go time.
25Circe
“The perimeter is set. We’re ready for you.” Antigone isn’t happy with my disappearing act last night, but she’s controlled enough not to say as much in front of an audience. I calculated that timing carefully this morning, slipping back into the university between shifts and catching a little sleep before it was time to conduct Artemis’s trial. It’s an argument Antigone and I have had countless times over the years, but there are nights when I need my freedom to escape the strangling tension of lies and plotting.
It was more than worth it last night. I don’t know exactly what I was looking for in searching Atalanta out, but the entire interaction surprised me. How Hecate kept her hands off that delight of a woman is a mystery not even I can tease out. I saw Atalanta’sperformance in the Ares tournament, and there was our intense fight a few days ago, but I still wasn’t prepared for being in bed with her. Or for how vulnerable she allowed herself to be, apparently despite her best efforts. It makes me want…
“Circe.”
“Just thinking,” I murmur. Among the other things Antigone isn’t happy about, conducting this trial in full view of both sides of the River Styx is toward the top of the list. We’re safe enough from the lower city; only small objects attached to a human with an invitation can pass through the barrier. Bullets don’t apply. I know, because we tried it early on against the external barrier in a field test before sending Minos to Olympus. “Let’s get started.”
Demeter smooths her hands down her coat, her expression distant. “There’s no going back now.”
“There never was.” I regret how Eros’s death rattled this seemingly unassailable woman. She didn’t blink at the thought of betraying her city in the service of her people. In fact, she was an active partner in getting my people into the countryside to infiltrate the civilian camp there. It was a key component to turning the tide of public opinion in my favor.
In hindsight, threatening Hera was a mistake. If she wasn’t pregnant, none of that mess would have been necessary, but this will all be for nothing if the Kasios line continues. Maybe Hera would raise her child to be something other than a monster intent on preying on the weak, but in a generation or two, Olympus would be right back where it started. I felt it necessary at the time, but it was the first crack in Demeter’s loyalty.
Nerissa walks up and hands Antigone a microphone. We hauledin speakers for this. It would have been easier to continue to hold these trials in the auditorium, which was already set up for lectures and the like, but a leader must go to where the people are—and it’s vitally important that those hiding in the lower city understand their circumstances.
I accept the microphone from Antigone and hold it down, away from my face. “Thanks.” I turn to Demeter. “Are you ready?”
She smiles tightly. “Yes.”
I hold up my hands and the crowd quiets almost immediately. They’re not still—I don’t think this many peoplecouldbe still—but the general murmur of conversation dies down. I speak into the microphone as I walk behind the kneeling figure of Artemis, a bag over her head. “Thank you for your patience while we’ve gathered another perpetrator of your pain.” I pull the bag off. “Artemis.”
A murmur goes through the crowd almost like a hiss. I keep my expression even, no smile this time as I know how they feel about this particular person. Peitho was an easy pitch because she actively removed so many people who she viewed as a threat and then went on to attempt to kill Psyche Dimitriou, who many people were fans of. Artemis is more of a challenge. She’s smart enough to keep her sins in the dark, and her loyalty to her family is sometimes seen as a positive, instead of the truth: She doesn’t give a shit about anyone else and wouldn’t lift a finger to save them.
If not for sheer luck, she would have allowed Atalanta to die at Minos’s party. Artemis took her there with the intent to sacrifice her to political games, to use her death as mutually assured destruction. The fact bothered me when I thought Atalanta was just a normalsoldier, doing her best to survive. Now that I have an idea of what scars she holds, itincensesme.
But I can’t show that emotion. Not here, not now. I hold up my free hand. “Please, friends. I do nothing without reason, and that includes bringing Artemis to you. Before we list her crimes, however, Demeter would like to say a few words.” She should be able to quell the simmering unease I’m seeing on far too many faces.
“Thank you.” Demeter accepts the microphone from me and hesitates. It’s the tiniest pause, but from her it might as well be a scream.
I frown. “Demeter?”
Ignoring my low question, she steps forward. “You know me.” Her history of public speaking is on full display, the words carrying even without the technical assistance, her presence commanding the attention of everyone present. Even me. I watch, rooted to the spot, as she swishes forward. “I will not pretend that every action I’ve taken in my life is above reproach; we all know better. There are all those rumors about the pigs, after all.” There’s a spattering of laughter that she allows to fade before she continues. “But I’ve done my best to make Olympus a better place for its people. Regardless of my ambition and my endless plans, under my time as Demeter, I have diversified our crops and navigated several near-disasters in harvest seasons that would have resulted in people starving.”
I share a glance with Antigone. Where is she going with this? She said she wanted to speak on the corruption within Olympus, to truly drive home what we’re doing here.
“But in the end, it wasn’t me who did those things. It wasyou. The people. There would be no food in this city if there weren’tworkers planting, tending, and harvesting. If there weren’t drivers and distributors to transport it. If there weren’t grocers and small businesses that put that food into people’s hands. The best parts of Olympus have always been the people.” Demeter takes a deep breath. “Not the Thirteen.”
“There we go,” I murmur. The crowd seems to agree, whispers rising in a wave and then falling to anticipated silence almost as quickly.
“Every one of us is aware of the ways the Thirteen have used their power for selfish gains—including me.” She lifts her chin. “We wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t the truth. You deserve better than to be ruled by people who aren’t elected by the citizens, are not representing the population, and have no accountability to the city. And that applies whether there are thirteen leaders…” Her gaze slides to me. “Or one.”
I realize a beat too late what she’s doing. “Stop her. Now!”
Antigone rushes forward, but the other woman keeps speaking. “You deserve a new form of government that representsyou. One that won’t kill on a personal vendetta and—”
Antigone punches Demeter in the stomach and yanks the microphone out of her hand. It’s too late. The damage has been done. The crowd shifts restlessly, people starting to shout.
“Let her speak!”
“She’s right!”
“We deserve better!”
On the other side of the space we’ve cleared, one of the three speakers we set up explodes in a brilliant flash of sparks.Shot, my brain supplies, even as I crouch down, hands instinctively going over my head.The second speaker dies a bare moment later, quickly followed by the third. Someone just eliminated our ability to speak over the crowd; any attempts to calm their growing rage will be unsuccessful.Shit.
