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forth.
    â€œIt’s okay, Homer,” Pandy said. “I get it. I do.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” he repeated.
    Then he reached down and grabbed Pandy into a hug that brought the dizziness back with a rush. Dido jumped up and put his forepaws on Homer’s hips.
    â€œHomer. Homer,” she wheezed, patting Dido’s head and Homer’s back. “We’re good. We’re good.”
    He set her down.
    â€œWe’re a team, remember? And everything we do now, we do in part for Alcie, okay?”
    â€œOkay,” he agreed.
    â€œRight, Iole?” Pandy asked.
    But Iole had passed out.
    â€œGods,” Pandy said. “We have to get her to a physician.”
    â€œWe have another problem,” Homer said.
    â€œWhat?” Pandy asked.
    â€œLook,” he said, pointing.
    Two camels, already on their feet, were pawing at the sand over and around the third; Homer’s camel lay on the ground, a mountain of sand piled high against her back, quite dead.
    â€œOh, no,” Pandy said, following Homer as he went to make certain.
    â€œHermes said the camel was known as ‘The Ship of the Desert,’ ” he said softly. He patted the camel’s neck, feeling her body growing cold.
    â€œThey’re supposed to be able to withstand anything,” Pandy said.
    â€œMaybe,” Homer said, “it was just her time.”
    Pandy was silent for moment.
    â€œLike Alcie,” she said, putting her hand on Homer’s.
    â€œLike Alcie,” said Homer, rising and glancing down at the animal, her fur moving faintly in the lessening breeze.
    â€œShe was a good ship.”
    He wasn’t aware that Pandy was staring at the crest of a newly created sand dune.
    â€œWe need another camel,” he said.
    Then he followed Pandy’s arm as she raised it to point off into the distance.
    â€œMaybe we could use one of theirs.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Unwanted Epithet
    It had been amusing for a while, watching the other deities laugh, poke, pinch, and prod Hera as they stepped around the sleeping goddess, still slumped at the front of the line, her hip thrust sideways at an awkward angle. Each immortal chided her after their own fashion, spitting unintelligible curses or whispering snide remarks.
    But now it had become tiresome to everyone. Finally, one official whose place at the counter had just opened up, held his hand high and halted Cloacina, the Roman Goddess of the Sewers, just as she was crossing the yellow line. With a glare at the official, she stepped back but not before waving the sleeves of her stinking cloak underneath Hera’s nose, which caused the goddess to cough in her sleep.
    â€œThis has gone on long enough,” the official said for the benefit of everyone in the large room.
    Slowly, he began to make small circles in the air with his right forefinger. Out on the floor, Hera lifted a few centimeters off the ground and began to spin lazily. Faster and faster the official twirled and faster Hera spun; just as she was becoming a blue blur, the official clenched his hand and Hera dropped to the floor, the energy of her spinning sending her sprawling across the tiny, intricate mosaic tiles.
    â€œ Ohp! ” she cried as her eyes flew open. She lay motionless for a second, not realizing where she was.
    â€œNext!” called the official.
    All eyes went to the large mass of blue robes on the floor. Hera lifted her head, still partially covered by the hood of her cloak, and stared back, dazed.
    â€œIs that me?”
    â€œYes!”
    â€œIt’s you, lady.”
    â€œHas been for a while now.”
    Hera tried to pick herself up off the floor gracefully but instead stepped on a corner of her robe and everyone within earshot heard a soft riiiiiiip.
    â€œAll right, then,” Hera said nonchalantly, lifting her robe and walking, as stately as she could, up to the counter.
    The official didn’t even glance up.
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