Hera walked to the pair of soldiers that were standing by the water-beaten stepping-stones that snaked up the mountain to Adonia's plateau. "Sekhmet," Bedros called her, he had always called her that, and adjusting to her change of name was going to take time. "It's Hera," Hera replied with a smile, "How can I help you, Hera?" Bedros asked, grinning teasingly. "I need to speak with Adonia," she replied, "Something important that has been on my mind for a while." "Of course," answered Bedros, and he began to escort her up the mountain. He saw no need, she was, after all, a trusted armour smith; but he did so by protocol.