said the Teloi, with a frown, stroking the beard he shared with some but not all males of his race. His deep voice held the indefinably disturbing quality Jason remembered. “Let me refresh your memory,” said Jason. “Do you recall your ‘son’ Perseus? It was at the time Santorini—or Kalliste, as it was called then—exploded. Surely you must remember that.” While waiting for a reply, he glanced around and saw that Mondrago was staring, wide-eyed, in spite of having seen video imagery of the Teloi. “Oh, yes,” Zeus finally nodded, a little vaguely. “Perseus was one of the superior strain that we created for the purpose of leading the ordinary human masses into a proper state of submission to their creators. They were a great disappointment to us, from Gilgamesh on. But Perseus was better than most. He kept his word and established my worship at Mycenae after I had imprisoned the Old Gods forever.” Wait a minute! thought Jason, speechless. What’s this? You imprisoned them?
