There was commiseration in the small, bitter twist of Artemis's lips. "Seems like this country has that effect. All of us pulled in different directions. It sucks, doesn't it?" Time was, she had never hunted alone, not unless she chose it. Sixty daughters of Okeanos had formed her retinue, twenty Naiads to tend her hounds. And others: straight-shooting Daphne and lion-slaying Cyrene and sweet-voiced Beroe... She didn't even know how many were left, these days.