Apollo was outside, bending over Prometheus, sliding his pad over the boy's body.

"I can't understand it," he muttered. "There's absolutely nothing physically wrong with him but he's clearly in agony." The moment Apollo took the pad away, Prometheus drew his legs back up against his chest and began to rock from side to side. "The eagles!" he screamed. "The eagles are tearing at my liver!"

"See what you can do for Pandora," said Athena. "I'll try to find out what ...