Diana stepped back a pace. "Okay, let's hear it. Sing!"
"Sing? You mean I have to sing for my—"
"I'll join you," Diana said.
Forrester nodded. He was beginning to get confused. "You'd better," he said.
"Tenting tonight on the old camp grounds," she sang. "Now come on."
Forrester coughed. "Oh," he said. "Sing."
"Sure," Diana said, and they went through the song together. "How about another chorus?" she asked.
"It's all right, Diana," Forrester said, knowing she preferred the name to her Greek one of Artemis. "I feel fine now."
"Well," Diana said in a disappointed voice, "all right."
What surprised Forrester most was that he did feel fine. All the Gods had helped him in the past several months, but Diana had been especially helpful. As a forest Goddess, and as Protectress of the Night, she'd been able to tell him a lot about how an orgy was arranged. He had often wished that she would teach by example, but now, he discovered, it was too late for wishing.