There. I’m done in time to have dinner. Iris thought. Hestia’s door was always open, and she’d have food ready.
Much to her surprise Hermes was in the dining room eating all the honeycakes.
“You’re too young to drink Dionysus’s vintage now, Hermes. You must drink grape juice.” Hestia said.
“They’ve got me delivering their messages. I don’t see why I can’t get a share of the wine if I’m working like a man already.” He pouted.
Hestia looked at his lengthening limbs. “You won’t have to wait long, Hermes. Not at the rate you’re growing.”
Iris snorted. “Shouldn’t you be finishing your quota now?”
“I did that by lunch.” He shrugged.
Iris winced at this. “We need to find you something to do for your afternoons.” She muttered. Remembering she’d have to check to see if there was anything missing among her possessions. Hermes was always on the lookout for a new toy…
“Well, we need a psychopomp.” Hestia said.
“What’s that?” Hermes asked.
“You’d ferry souls to the Underworld.” Iris said.
Hermes rubbed his hands together. “I’ve never been to the Underworld before. I hear Hades is the richest of the Olympians and his palace is full of treasures…”
“Then I’ll tell Zeus you’re interested in the job.” Hestia said.
Hermes makes a cameo in “The Ambrosian Mysteries” in A Heart for Hubris.