He heard a rustle that sounded like a cloth being shaken in the wind, and turned toward the sound, but saw nothing. He crept closer and saw he was coming to a bend in the wall of the cavern. Steeling himself, he sprang around the bend, but in the hollow of the cave he saw only emptiness.
“I hear you,” a voice said. It was a harsh, grating sound, and it came from above.
Without thinking, he tilted his head up and stared directly at the ceiling before remembering he must always use the shield to see. He looked back at the shield and saw the tip of a bronze wing whipping out of view.
Medusa was crawling on the ceiling.
His pulse racing, he tried locating her with the shield, but couldn’t figure out which direction she had gone.
“Yes,” the monster hissed, “I hear you, but I cannot see you
