“Who taught you your mythology?” “No one,” Blackstone said. “I knew most of it was wrong, so I never bothered to learn it very well.” “No kidding.” Darius crossed his arms. “Cupid doesn’t stab people.” “Oh,” Blackstone said. “He’s one of us, I take it?” Darius nodded. “What does he do?” Blackstone looked at him. “Shoots arrows at people,” Darius said. “To make them fall in love?” “Yeah,” Darius said softly. “You think he’s behind this?” “Maybe,” Darius said. “I saw him the morning that I met Ariel.” “Did you get hit with an arrow?” “No,” Darius said. “Would you remember it if you did?” “Oh, yeah,” Darius said, remembering how startled Robin Hood had looked when he saw an arrow sticking out of his chest. He had stared at the arrow for a long time before he had looked at Maid Marian. Of course, by then the arrow had faded away—and the entire war against King John had, in a single moment, escalated. “Then how can you blame him?”
