By the time we land at Ladon’s cave again, he is completely exhausted from all the flying. When I watch him crawl into the cave, curl up his giant wings and collapse, I realize that we are probably going to need to stay here for a while. He can only push himself so hard. I know we need to keep moving, but this is getting ridiculous.
I was able to rest while Ladon flew, so I’m not tired yet. I use a couple of stones to light a torch, then go into the cave to find some food and spare clothing. He’s got a pretty good supply of dried meats, so I grab a few pieces and chew on them as I rifle through the piles of stolen clothing.
As my fingers caress each piece, I can’t help but think about their owners. Are they still alive? If not, what kind of torturous death did they suffer at Ladon’s han
