‘Then how do you know that . . .’ I trailed off, as he took up a stance in the centre, his spear in his hand, his sword at his waist. ‘That the prophecy is true? I guess I don’t.’ Divine blood flows differently in each god-born child. Orpheus’ voice made the trees weep, Heracles could kill a man by clapping him on the back. Achilles’ miracle was his speed.
