“No!” Bast snarls, “no it’s not enough. You do not understand.”
“I find your tone disrespectful, Cat-Goddess,” Isis murmurs.
“You’ve all been locked behind the Rift for so long you’ve forgotten how stubborn humans can be,” Bast continues, shooting a glare at Odin next, “and you! Do you honestly think your precious son will sit idly in his little cage while there is any chance that he might once again walk free? You’ve forgotten the heady taste of reality, you think he has?”
Frigga and Odin share a long look.
“Perhaps the cat has a point,” Frigga put out.
“Of course I do!”
The Olders ignored her.
“What do you propose to do, my Lady,” Odin asks her.
“Zeus?”
“What can I do for you, Frigga?” Zeus drawls, earning an elbow to the side from Hera.
“Which of your children are in the World?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Frigga.”
“We all know that after your debacle at Troy you sent some of your Younglings into the world, in human form, living, dying, being reborn,” the Norse Queen replies coolly, “tell us how many and who.”
Zeus hesitated.
“Come now, brother, don’t be shy,” Tammuz tells him.
“It isn’t as if this was some great secret, Zeus,” Bast mutters darkly, “we all new about it. You have your games, and we have ours. So just answer the goddess already.”
“Four,” Zeus said reluctantly.
“Only four?”
“Yes. Anymore and the balance would have been upset,” Hera retorts, defending her mate.
“Surely there is one amongst those Youngers that can put an end to these procedures,” Frigga suggests, a sly catch in her voice.
Morpheus’ frown deepens. She knew more of these matters than the others; apparently Zeus had been straying again. Unsurprising.
“Give us the names, Zeus.”
“As you wish.”
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