Before I could think what to do, Meg roared and burst from her cage, spraying geraniums in every direction. She shouted, “My rings!”
I yanked them from my neck and tossed them through the air. As soon as Meg caught them, two golden scimitars flashed into her hands.
The myrmeke barely had time to think Uh-oh before Meg charged. She sliced off his armored head. His body collapsed in a steaming heap.
Meg turned to me. Her face was a tempest of guilt, misery, and bitterness. I was afraid she might use her swords on me.
“Apollo, I…” Her voice broke.
I supposed she was still suffering from the effects of my song. She was shaken to her core. I made a mental note never again to sing so honestly when a mortal might be listening.
“It’s all right, Meg,” I said. “I should be apologizing to you. I got you into this mess.”
Meg shook her head. “You don’t understand. I—”
An enraged shriek echoed through the chamber, shaking the compromised ceiling and raining clods of dirt on our heads. The tone of the scream reminded me of Hera whenever she stormed through the hallways of Olympus, yelling at me for leaving the godly toilet seat up.
“That’s the queen ant,” I guessed. “We need to leave.”
Meg pointed her sword toward the room’s only remaining exit. “But the sound came from there. We’ll be walking in her direction.”
“Exactly. So perhaps we should hold off on making amends with each other, eh? We might still get each other killed.”
We found the queen ant.
Hooray.
All corridors must have led to the queen. They radiated from her chamber like spikes on a morning star. Her Majesty was three times the size of her largest soldiers—a towering mass of black chitin and barbed appendages, with diaphanous oval wings folded against her back. Her eyes were glassy swimming pools of onyx. Her abdomen was a pulsing translucent sac filled with glowing eggs. The sight of it made me regret ever inventing gel capsule medications.
Her swollen abdomen might slow her down in a fight, but she was so large, she could intercept us before we reached the nearest exit. Those mandibles would snap us in half like dried twigs.
“Meg,” I said, “how do you feel about dual-wielding scimitars against this lady?”
Meg looked appalled. “She’s a mother giving birth.”
“Yes…and she’s an insect, which you hate. And her children were ripening you up for dinner.”
Meg frowned. “Still…I don’t feel right about it.”
The queen hissed—a dry spraying noise. I imagined she would have already hosed us down with acid if she weren’t worried about the long-term effects of corrosives on her larvae. Queen ants can’t be too careful these days.
“You have another idea?” I asked Meg. “Preferably one that does not involve dying?”
She pointed to a tunnel directly behind the queen’s clutch of eggs. “We need to go that way. It leads to the grove.”
“How can you be sure?”
Meg tilted her head. “Trees. It’s like…I can hear them growing.”
That reminded me of something the Muses once told me—how they could actually hear the ink drying on new pages of poetry. I suppose it made sense that a daughter of Demeter could hear the growth of plants. Also, it didn’t surprise me that the tunnel we needed was the most dangerous one to reach.
“Sing,” Meg told me. “Sing like you did before.”
“I—I can’t. My voice is almost gone.”
Besides, I thought, I don’t want to risk losing you again.
I had freed Meg, so perhaps I’d fulfilled my oath to Pete the geyser god. Still, by singing and practicing archery, I had broken my oath upon the River Styx not once but twice. More singing would only make me more of a scofflaw. Whatever cosmic punishments awaited me, I did not want them to fall on Meg.
Her Majesty snapped at us—a warning shot, telling us to back off. A few feet closer and my head would have rolled in the dirt.
I burst into song—or rather, I did the best I could with the raspy voice that remained. I began to rap. I started with the rhythm boom chicka chicka. I busted out some footwork the Nine Muses and I had been working on just before the war with Gaea.
The queen arched her back. I don’t think she had expected to be rapped to today.
I gave Meg a look that clearly meant Help me out!
She shook her head. Give the girl two swords and she was a maniac. Ask her to lay down a simple beat and she suddenly got stage fright.
Fine, I thought. I’ll do it by myself.