He found Yanni thrown into a little stream that ran between the trees. He was face-down in the water, his hands trapped under his body. Carefully, Prometheus rolled him over. His eyes were open and staring. His hands gripped a shaft protruding from his chest. He was quite dead.
Prometheus called to the others. One by one they came to the stream until all of them were standing in a circle looking down at the dead man. Slowly and with great difficulty Prometheus prised the fingers open to reveal the dart. A gasp came from the assembled watchers. The flight feathers were orange and black striped the feathers of the hoopoe bird ? the feathers that Atlas always used on his darts.
Prometheus looked up at the others. Their faces were horrified. There was no mistaking what had happened. It wasn
