Poseidon
The students and their divine escorts walked down to the coast, where the weather had taken a sudden turn for the worse. The sky was gray, and the waves crashed against the sand as if they were trying to drill into the earth.
“I need to ask Poseidon’s permission to bring you down,” said Hermes, who then turned and dived into the rough sea.
“Poseidon is angry,” said Artemis, looking worriedly at the surf.
“Poseidon is always angry,” said Pan, still sulking over being forced to leave his maenad.
“This is a sudden change in mood, though,” said Artemis. “It bodes no good.”
Neither Pan nor Artemis acted as if they felt like talking much. Artemis seemed as if she was thinking about Orion. After a while she walked down the beach a short distance and stared out to sea, as if expecti
