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Eventually, though, enough of the head end was missing that it forgot to go on living and sank beneath the
waves. If the sharks and the dolphins didn't have a food fight with the scraps, they missed a hell of a
chance.

Chlamys soaked with seawater and sea-serpent gore, Andromeda flew back toward Perseus. "I would
applaud," he said, "but under the circumstances . . ." He rattled his chains to show what he meant. "That
was very exciting."

Andromeda looked him over. He meant it literally. She could tell. She giggled. Greek statues always
underestimated things. Quite a bit, here. She giggled again. Sometimes a sword wasn't just a sword.

She looked up toward the top of the rocks. Nobody was watching; maybe Acrisius' conscience,
however vestigial, bothered him too much for that. She could do whatever she pleased. Perseus couldn't
do anything about it, that was plain enough. Andromeda giggled once more. She flew a little lower and a
lot closer.

Perseus gasped. Andromeda pulled back a bit and glanced up at him, eyes full of mischief. "You said
you were here to be eaten," she pointed out.

"By asea serpent !"

"If you don't think this is more fun . . ." Her shrug was petulant. But, when you got down to the bottom
of things, what Perseus thought didn't matter a bit. She went back to what she'd been doing. After a little
while, she decided to do something else. She hiked up the clammy chlamys and did it. Though she hadn't
suspected it till now, there were times when the general draftiness of Greek clothes and lack of an
underwear department at the Athens K-Mart came in kind of handy. Up against the side of a cliff,
winged sandals didn't hurt, either. A good time was had by all.

Afterwards, still panting, Perseus said, "Now that you've ravished me, you realize you'll have to marry
me."

Andromeda stretched languorously. Avery good time had been had by all, or at least by her. She
wished for a cigarette, and wished even more she knew what one was. "That can probably be arranged,"
she purred.
"First, though, you'll have to get me off," Perseus said.

She squawked. "Listen, mister, if I didn't just take care of thatтАФ"

"No, off this cliff," he said.

"Oh." Andromeda dipped her head in agreement. "Well, that can probably be arranged, too." She drew
the sword again and swung it. It sheared through the metal that imprisoned Perseus like a divine sword
cutting cheap bronze chains. After four strokesтАФconsiderably fewer than he'd been good forтАФhe fell
forward and down. They caught each other in midair. Hermes' sandals were strong enough to carry two.
Andromeda had figured they would be. She and Perseus rose together.

After topping the rocks, they flew north toward Argos. Perseus said, "Can I borrow your sword for a
minute?"

"Why?" Andromeda looked at him sidelong. "I like the one you come equipped with."