# Chapter 33
Eutostea picked up the candle wick with a thong and held it upside down, then pushed it into the melted wax lump until she soaked the whole thing. Now, the only thing left to do was to wait for the candle wax to harden and take care of it so it wouldn’t crack. Eutostea watched the burning brass bowl in satisfaction and then went into the sanctum where the two deities were still passed out drunk.
The panthers had brought them here by their mouths and literally threw them on the floor. With a pitying glance, Eutostea looked at Apollo, completely sprawled on the floor, and Dionysus, lying on his side and sleeping curled up like a shrimp.
‘Are they really the twelve Olympians?’
