The Tyrant's Tomb

“We’re doomed,” I wailed. “We’ll never be able to collect those…
whatever they are.”
“That part’s easy,” Frank assured me. “Ella has the list of ingredients.
She says it’s all ordinary stuff.” He gestured for Reyna to continue.
“Add the last breath of the god who speaks not, once his soul is cut free,”
Reyna read aloud, “together with the shattered glass. Then the single-deity
summoning prayer (see appendix C) must be uttered through the rainbow.”
She took a breath. “We don’t have the actual text of that prayer yet, but Ella
is confident she can transcribe it before the battle starts, now that she knows
what to look for in appendix C.”
Frank glanced at me for a reaction. “Does the rest of it make any sense to
you?”
I was so relieved I almost slumped off my three-legged stool. “You got
me all worked up. I thought…Well, I’ve been called a lot of things, but never
the god who speaks not. It sounds like we must find the soundless god,
whom we’ve discussed before, and, er—”
“Kill him?” Reyna asked. “How would killing a god please the gods?”
I didn’t have an answer to that. Then again, many prophecies seemed
illogical until they played out. Only in retrospect did they appear obvious.
“Perhaps if I knew which god we’re talking about…” I pounded my fist
on my knee. “I feel like I should know, but it’s buried deep. An obscure
memory. I don’t suppose you’ve checked your libraries or run a Google
search or something?”
“Of course we looked,” Frank said. “There’s no listing for a Roman or
Greek god of silence.”
Roman or Greek. I felt sure I was missing something—like part of my
brain, for instance. Last breath. His soul is cut free. It definitely sounded like
instructions for a sacrifice.
“I have to think on it,” I decided. “As for the rest of the instructions:
shattered glass seems like an odd request, but I suppose we can find some
easily enough.”
“We could break the jelly bean jar,” Meg suggested.
Reyna and Frank politely ignored her.
“And the single-deity summoning thing?” Frank asked. “I guess that
means we won’t be getting a host of gods charging down in their chariots?”
“Probably not,” I agreed.