She scanned the horizon, looking through Nyctimene's eyes, and there they were; Poseidon riding the big stallion, Tros riding the larger of the two mares and leading the little one on a rope. She couldn't see Prometheus at first and panicked; then she realised he was riding in front of Poseidon, astride the horse's neck, completely dwarfed by the big man's bulk. He was leaning sideways to look up at Poseidon and chatting away nineteen to the dozen. Athena marvelled. Only a few days ...