Kate could feel a slight tremor when she took Doc’s arm. “You want to stop for a drink?” she asked. “Warm up a little?” “I’m not cold.” Stage fright, she thought, but he had agreed with her strategy. Drive the stake into Cyclops’ eye early. Word would get around. Her Greek was better than Doc’s, but she knew he’d recognize the quote. “Enter fearlessly,” she recited. “However foreign a man may be, in every crisis it is the high face that will carry him through.” “Brazen it out,” he translated. “Words to live by,” she told him. “Easy for Athena to say.”
