Perseus gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry, Mama. I met a boy today, someone from off the island.”
Dictys looked up from the game. “Was it that Corinthian prince? His tutor was at the market earlier, looking for him.”
“Yes,” Perseus said, not at all surprised Dictys already knew of his new friend. On an island as small as Seriphos, word traveled fast. “His name’s Bellerophon. He was really nice. I liked him a lot. But he left. I’ll probably never see him again.”
“Oh, don’t be so quick to say that, dear,” Clymene said. “You never know what the Fates may hold in store for you.”
Perseus shrugged and picked at the assortment of olives they had lain out on the table.
“And was this prince handsome?” Danae asked, a smile tugging at her lips as she kept her gaze firmly on the dice in
