I was suddenly aware of fencing to both our sides. We’d retreated into the pen beside the house. Three steps later and our backs were against a wall.
The bear kept coming, and I prepared to fight for our lives. I pulled my knife and my backup, a blade in each hand. If I could keep it busy, perhaps Diotima might run past.
“Don’t you hurt Rollo!”
Rollo?
A child slipped past the bear. We hadn’t seen her behind him. She flung her arms protectively around the creature five times her size and a hundred times her own weight. The bear hugged her back, with the greatest delicacy.
Diotima and I stared at the bear and the girl. The girl and the bear stared at us. I understood then that the bear had been protecting the girl.
I put away my knives.
“Hello, Ophelia,” I said, “I thought we might find you here.”
We sat in the abandoned farmhouse. Dirty bowls lay piled on the one small table. It was the leftovers of many meals. The deceased farmer had stored food against the coming winter, in amphorae Ophelia had broken open with a hammer. Mostly barley and lentils, and weak wine, and from somewhere she’d found some milk. The shards of the broken amphorae had been pushed into a corner. It seemed Ophelia wasn’t one for housework.
Rollo lay on the floor with his head resting on his enormous paws. Ophelia shoved at his torso, to no visible effect, until she was satisfied, then settled back against the bear, who ignored the indignity. Diotima and I kept our distance. We knew the bear was tame. We knew Egesis, his owner, had assured us that the bear wouldn’t hurt anyone. We knew he was gentle with Ophelia. And we knew he had threatened us when he believed Ophelia was in danger.
One thing I was now certain of: Ophelia didn’t need our protection.
“Why did you run away?” I asked her.
“After Allike died? I knew whoever had killed her would kill me too. They said the bear had killed Allike, but I knew for sure it wasn’t Rollo. Rollo’s tame,” Ophelia explained. “I know, because he’s … ah-that is, he’s … er-”
“Is ‘stolen’ the word you’re looking for?” I suggested.
“Oh, you know about that,” she said, crestfallen. “Will I have to give him back? His owner was very cruel. That’s why we saved him. Allike and I saw him in Brauron. He hit Rollo over and over until the poor thing danced, so people would throw coins. Poor Rollo’s feet were so sore, too. There was blood where he stepped. Look!”
With both hands she turned over one of the bear’s massive rear paws. They were indeed scarred and crusted with blood.
“I think it’s because the bad owner made him walk so far,” Ophelia said. “Allike and I knew we had to save him. So we waited till that night to release him.”
“Weren’t you scared?” Diotima asked.
Ophelia stared at Diotima as if she’d suggested a crazy thing. “No, why would we be? Everyone knows the Little Bears were founded when a girl played with a friendly bear. We knew the Goddess would protect us.”
It seemed the Goddess had. Either the two girls were unbelievably lucky, or they really did have divine protection.
I said, “So you didn’t believe Rollo killed Allike.”
“I screamed when they brought Allike in. That was my friend, lying there, and she was …” Ophelia shuddered. “And I imagined myself lying there like that, and I got very scared. I was shaking so much I could barely stand. That night I crept out of the rooms and came here. Allike and I brought Rollo here when we got him. Well, when I came that night, Rollo was still here, waiting for us to bring food, like he always did, and there was no blood on him, and I knew for sure Rollo hadn’t hurt Allike, and I knew for sure someone else had, and whoever it was had made it look like our bear had killed Allike, which meant I’d be next. But if I told the priestesses, then I’d have to confess we’d stolen Rollo, and besides, no one would believe me. Not even Gaïs.”
“Not even Gaïs?”
“Gaïs is nice, she’s not like the others, and she likes me. She’s more like a big sister than a priestess.”
“Big sister. Right,” I said.
Ophelia shot me an angry look. “It’s true! I cried every night when I came to the sanctuary. You don’t know what it’s like to lie in your bed and listen to your fears.”
“Oh yes I do. Believe me,” Diotima said with feeling.
“Gaïs held me and told me how wonderful the sanctuary was. She told me the sanctuary was started by a princess whose father wanted to sacrifice her, but the Goddess wouldn’t let the girl die. She saved the girl and sent her here.”
“Gaïs was right,” Diotima said. “The girl’s name was Iphigenia. Her brother was Orestes and her sister was Elektra. Their father was Agamemnon, who led the Greeks at Troy. This all happened long ago, obviously, when the gods still walked the earth. Artemis commanded Iphigenia to settle here and found the temple. She was the first High Priestess.”
“Gaïs is always so sure of herself,” said Ophelia, wistfully.
Diotima’s mention of Elektra reminded me of the last scroll in the case. The one in which Hippias had written that he didn’t need another Elektra. The tyrant had said that in reference to a child of fifty years ago, one whom he’d listed to die. I hadn’t realized until Diotima said it that the sanctuary had been founded by Elektra’s sister.
“Does Gaïs know you’re here?” Diotima asked. “Does she know you’re safe?”
“No. I wanted to tell her, but how could I without returning?”
Suddenly I realized why Gaïs spent so much time out running. Like Melo, she was in search of Ophelia. Then Ophelia thought to ask the question I’d been expecting. She said, “How did you know where to find me?”
“We deduced it from Melo. He thought to look here.”
“That idiot!” she said with contempt.
I thought this was a trifle harsh, considering the lad had died trying to help her.
“If you didn’t like him, why did you sneak out of the sanctuary to meet him?” Diotima asked. “More than once, even?”
“I was trapped. It’s not like a girl gets much choice who she’s to marry. I thought I might as well make the best of it. At least I could find out what he was like before I had to … you know … with him.”
“You’re not interested in boys?” Diotima said.
Ophelia shrugged. “I can take them or leave them.”
No wonder Ophelia wasn’t in with the popular crowd.
“As it turned out, Melo’s nice enough,” Ophelia went on, blithely unaware of what had happened. “He’s a lot easier to get on with than my father. I guess I can stand him.”
“There’s only one problem, Ophelia,” I said. There obviously wasn’t any need to break the news gently. “Melo’s dead.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Well how was I supposed to know she’d get upset?” I complained. “She was acting like she didn’t care about him at all.”
“Oh, Nico, that was mere pretense,” Diotima said. “Girls do that. Obviously she was desperately in love with him.”
“Oh yeah. Right.”
I didn’t believe it for a moment. But Ophelia had wailed, and tugged at her hair, and beat the ground with her fists, until the bear, who’d been becoming increasingly nervous throughout the conversation, decided once again that I must be a threat to the child and advanced on me. I faced a large wall of angry fur and backed away until I was caught in a corner. It was only when Ophelia ceased her wailing long enough to save me that I escaped. She took one of the bear’s giant paws and stroked his arm and led him back to the entrance. The bear followed her obediently.
I’d learned an important lesson: never upset a girl with a bear.
Diotima and I returned to the sanctuary, without Ophelia, to find a small convoy of carts and horses. I shot Diotima a triumphant look. The answer to my urgent message to Athens had arrived.
Callias stood in the grassy courtyard, where he spoke to Thea. When I approached he greeted me and said, “Nicolaos, I’ve brought everyone you asked me to bring.”