5th July 2012
11:08 GMT +3
Natasa nods uncertainly.
"I'm… I.. can raise the shades of any who exist in Lord Hades' halls, which includes the shades of those who are not human. The shade of those housed elsewhere would require negotiations with their God of the Dead."
"What if they don't have one?"
"Then… With the head of their pantheon. Unless they have reincarnated."
"Is there..? If someone-. If a soul is reincarnated, is there a record of where they went? The fact that they were reborn?"
"Lord Hades keeps such records, as do the gods of the Hindus. For other pantheons, I do not know."
"How about if they don't have a religious belief?"
"The.. a-li-ens whom you brought to Lord Hades did not worship him in life. Is that what you meant?"
Unsurprisingly, Ancient Greek doesn't have a word for 'space aliens'. Even in English, 'alien' literally just means 'not from around here'. Alan generally says 'space aliens' when I'd just say 'aliens', but for the Amazons just calling them xénos wouldn't make sense. They call Greeks from the mainland xénos. In fact, that's what they usually use the word for; other nationalities are referred to by their name. The sudden need for a word to refer to people and things from a little further afield than Crete led to the Amazons mugging a leaf out of English's book and stealing a loan word.
"No. When their souls were left on Ater Clementia, just drifting around."
"Yes, that would be easy. Even if they did not want to speak with me, I could certainly identify them."
"Could you tell if they'd died and been reincarnated?"
"If I could find their body. I am… I know the rites, but-" She shakes her head. "-there is little call for them on Themyscira. I do not know that I have the skills you want."
"Would you be willing to try?"
"Yes-. Wait. Where do you wish me to try?"
"Mars."
She frowns. "Ares?" Then she smiles. "Is he dead? Did you and the Princess kill him?"
"No. And not the Roman deity either. The planet."
"Another world?"
"You are.. familiar with the idea that-."
"Yes, I-. Know. I…" She looks around the temple, probably as an excuse to not look at me. "Haven't.. left Themyscira."
"In over three thousand years?"
"In the entire two thousand eight hundred and seventy three years of my life. I was born here."
"The door to New York has been there for-."
"A few more of my sisters have requested initiation into the mysteries of the Cult of Hades, thanks to your efforts at changing the way we are perceived. But with Thana away, I am the senior priestess."
"Given how infrequently Amazons die, and how cheerful Lord Hades is at the moment, I'm pretty sure you could get away for a few hours."
"If I refuse, will you drag me out of the temple to… Fondle in the way you did Thana?"
"Will I need to? DO you want me to? Shoving people out of their ruts is a devotional act for me."
She looks away, clearing her throat.
"That will not be necessary. I will accompany you to.. Mars. Will there..? Be other people around?"
"Um. We can go somewhere without other people if you prefer? Most of the Martians I've met have been fairly nice."
"Perhaps if I could just… View them from a distance?"
I hold out my left hand. "I can manage that."
She regards my hand for a moment, then takes it. Some Amazons like seeing their home from far above. Io adjusted to being away fairly quickly, but while Thana adjusted to her own company as part of the job it looks like Natasa picked a job that didn't involve being around people because that's how she prefers it.
Each to their own. Not like Themyscira is short on… Whatever the medieval version of a shut-in is.
"Ready? " She nods. "Three, t-"
Transition.
"-wo, and we're here."
Natasa looks around at the desolate panorama surrounding us, then tilts her head back to take in the giant telekinetic pillars that are just about the only decoration on this part of the Martian surface.
"So we're looking for the shade of a wizard called 'Karmang'. He's from a very long time ag-"
"I'm on.. another world."
"-o. Yes, I did say."
"Yes." She looks down at the ground. "This land… It even feels dead."
"It is. The locals live underground, aside from a few areas they're replanting. You specified 'isolated', so-."
"I appreciate your consideration. If the spirit of Karmang is willing to speak with me, this will be quick. Otherwise I must simply call… How long ago did he die?"
"He's the founder of modern Martian society. He might even be amongst the first generation of modern Martians."
"And how are modern Martians distinguished from ancient Martians?"
"Ancient Martians spend their entire lives on fire."
"I will.. bear that in mind."
"I could build a small shrine here if that would help?"
"No, Pavlos, alienating the local gods would not make calling one of their own back into the material world easier. Please, simply remain quiet for a time."
Which I.. do. Perhaps it's unfair of me, perhaps a product of the fact that I didn't grow up on Themyscira, but if given the choice between a scholar and a cleric, I'll go with the scholar every time. The Professor of Post-Mortem Communications the Regent introduced me to would probably still be more reliable, but he said that he'd want to study the entire thaumosphere in detail before trying anything. Whereas a Themysciran priestess could try right away with a fair chance of success. The Professor is still my backup option if this doesn't work, but if the Council reaches a decision before the shield goes down then I can't-.
"Pavlos?"
"Got something?"
Natasa frowns thoughtfully at me.
"This may be a strange question, but are you certain that 'Karmang' is amongst the dead?"