"The stables, then. Follow me."

Hades leads her through the Underworld, and soon enough, the palace is in sight, a towering structure of glittering diamond and glowering obsidian. A garden grows next to it, pomegranate trees flourishing in the only patch of green to exist in the realm of the dead.

"Don't ever eat one of those pomegranates unless you want to be stuck here for all eternity."

Off to the side of the palace is a long, low building. Inside it, horses of all colours snort and bray. At the far end is a stall over three times the size of any other, and much better-appointed.

"This is the prime stall. It's all yours. You can also take your pick of the guest rooms in the palace if you feel like a change."