The Heroes of Olympus: The Complete Series

by Rick Riordan

  She summoned all her willpower. ‘No, I won’t pay any price. But a fair price, maybe. After that, we need to leave. Right, guys?’

  Just for a moment, her words seemed to have some effect. The boys looked confused.

  ‘Leave?’ Jason said.

  ‘You mean … after shopping?’ Leo asked.

  Piper wanted to scream, but the princess tilted her head, examining Piper with newfound respect.

  ‘Impressive,’ the princess said. ‘Not many people could resist my suggestions. Are you a child of Aphrodite, my dear? Ah, yes – I should have seen it. No matter. Perhaps we should shop a while longer before you decide what to buy, eh?’

  ‘But the vial –’

  ‘Now, boys.’ She turned to Jason and Leo. Her voice was so much more powerful than Piper’s, so full of confidence, Piper didn’t stand a chance. ‘Would you like to see more?’

  ‘Sure,’ Jason said.

  ‘Okay,’ Leo said.

  ‘Excellent,’ the princess said. ‘You’ll need all the help you can get if you’re to make it to the Bay Area.’

  Piper’s hand moved to her dagger. She thought about her dream of the mountaintop – the scene Enceladus had shown her, a place she knew, where she was supposed to betray her friends in two days.

  ‘The Bay Area?’ Piper said. ‘Why the Bay Area?’

  The princess smiled. ‘Well, that’s where they’ll die, isn’t it?’

  Then she led them towards the escalators, Jason and Leo still looking excited to shop.

  XXVIII

  PIPER

  Piper cornered the princess as Jason and Leo went off to check out the living fur coats.

  ‘You want them shopping for their deaths?’ Piper demanded.

  ‘Mmm.’ The princess blew dust off a display case of swords. ‘I’m a seer, my dear. I know your little secret. But we don’t want to dwell on that, do we? The boys are having such fun.’

  Leo laughed as he tried on a hat that seemed to be made from enchanted raccoon fur. Its ringed tail twitched and its little legs wiggled frantically as Leo walked. Jason was ogling the men’s sportswear. Boys interested in shopping for clothes? A definite sign they were under an evil spell.

  Piper glared at the princess. ‘Who are you?’

  ‘I told you, my dear. I’m the Princess of Colchis.’

  ‘Where’s Colchis?’

  The princess’s expression turned a little sad. ‘Where was Colchis, you mean. My father ruled the far shores of the Black Sea, as far to the east as a Greek ship could sail in those days. But Colchis is no more – lost aeons ago.’

  ‘Aeons?’ Piper asked. The princess looked no more than fifty, but a bad feeling started settling over Piper – something King Boreas had mentioned back in Quebec. ‘How old are you?’

  The princess laughed. ‘A lady should avoid asking or answering that question. Let’s just say the, ah, immigration process to enter your country took quite a while. My patron finally brought me through. She made all this possible.’ The princess swept her hand around the department store.

  Piper’s mouth tasted like metal. ‘Your patron …’

  ‘Oh, yes. She doesn’t bring just anyone through, mind you – only those who have special talents, such as me. And, really, she insists on so little: a store entrance that must be underground so she can, ah, monitor my clientele – and a favour now and then. In exchange for a new life? Really, it was the best bargain I’d made in centuries.’

  Run, Piper thought. We have to get out of here.

  But before she could even turn her thoughts into words, Jason called, ‘Hey, check it out!’

  From a rack labelled DISTRESSED CLOTHING, he held up a purple T-shirt like the one he’d worn on the school field trip – except this shirt looked as if it had been clawed by tigers.

  Jason frowned. ‘Why does this look so familiar?’

  ‘Jason, it’s like yours,’ Piper said. ‘Now we really have to leave.’ But she wasn’t sure he could even hear her any more through the princess’s enchantment.

  ‘Nonsense,’ the princess said. ‘The boys aren’t done, are they? And, yes, my dear. Those shirts are very popular – trade-ins from previous customers. It suits you.’

  Leo picked up an orange Camp Half-Blood tee with a hole through the middle, as if it had been hit by a javelin. Next to that was a dented bronze breastplate pitted with corrosion – acid, maybe? – and a Roman toga slashed to pieces and stained with something that looked disturbingly like dried blood.

  ‘Your Highness,’ Piper said, trying to control her nerves. ‘Why don’t you tell the boys how you betrayed your family? I’m sure they’d like to hear that story.’

  Her words didn’t have any effect on the princess, but the boys turned, suddenly interested.

  ‘More story?’ Leo asked.

  ‘I like more story!’ Jason agreed.

  The princess flashed Piper an irritated look. ‘Oh, one will do strange things for love, Piper. You should know that. I fell for that young hero, in fact, because your mother Aphrodite had me under a spell. If it wasn’t for her – but I can’t hold a grudge against a goddess, can I?’

  The princess’s tone made her meaning clear: I can take it out on you.

  ‘But that hero took you with him when he fled Colchis,’ Piper remembered. ‘Didn’t he, Your Highness? He married you just as he promised.’

  The look in the princess’s eyes made Piper want to apologize, but she didn’t back down.

  ‘At first,’ Her Highness admitted, ‘it seemed he would keep his word. But even after I helped him steal my father’s treasure, he still needed my help. As we fled, my brother’s fleet came after us. His warships overtook us. He would have destroyed us, but I convinced my brother to come aboard our ship first and talk under a flag of truce. He trusted me.’

  ‘And you killed your own brother,’ Piper said, the horrible story all coming back to her, along with a name – an infamous name that began with the letter M.

  ‘What?’ Jason stirred. For a moment, he looked almost like himself. ‘Killed your own –’

  ‘No,’ the princess snapped. ‘Those stories are lies. It was my new husband and his men who killed my brother, though they couldn’t have done it without my deception. They threw his body into the sea, and the pursuing fleet had to stop and search for it so they could give my brother a proper burial. This gave us time to get away. All this, I did for my husband. And he forgot our bargain. He betrayed me in the end.’

  Jason still looked uncomfortable. ‘What did he do?’

  The princess held the sliced-up toga against Jason’s chest, as if measuring him for an assassination. ‘Don’t you know the story, my boy? You of all people should. You were named for him.’

  ‘Jason,’ Piper said. ‘The original Jason. But then you’re – you should be dead!’

  The princess smiled. ‘As I said, a new life in a new country. Certainly I made mistakes. I turned my back on my own people. I was called a traitor, a thief, a liar, a murderess. But I acted out of love.’ She turned to the boys and gave them a pitiful look, batting her eyelashes. Piper could feel the sorcery washing over them, taking control more firmly than ever. ‘Wouldn’t you do the same for someone you loved, my dears?’

  ‘Oh, sure,’ Jason said.

  ‘Okay,’ Leo said.

  ‘Guys!’ Piper ground her teeth in frustration. ‘Don’t you see who she is? Don’t you –’

  ‘Let’s continue, shall we?’ the princess said breezily. ‘I believe you wanted to talk about a price for the storm spirits – and your satyr.’

  Leo got distracted on the second floor with the appliances.

  ‘No way,’ he said. ‘Is that an armoured forge?’

  Before Piper could stop him, he hopped off the escalator and ran over to a big oval oven that looked like a barbecue on steroids.

  When they caught up with him, the princess said, ‘You have good taste. This is the H-2000, designed by Hephaestus himself. Hot enough to melt Celestial bro
nze or Imperial gold.’

  Jason flinched as if he recognized that term. ‘Imperial gold?’

  The princess nodded. ‘Yes, my dear. Like that weapon so cleverly concealed in your pocket. To be properly forged, Imperial gold had to be consecrated in the Temple of Jupiter on Capitoline Hill in Rome. Quite a powerful and rare metal, but, like the Roman emperors, quite volatile. Be sure never to break that blade …’ She smiled pleasantly. ‘Rome was after my time, of course, but I do hear stories. And now over here – this golden throne is one of my finest luxury items. Hephaestus made it as a punishment for his mother, Hera. Sit in it and you’ll be immediately trapped.’

  Leo apparently took this as an order. He began walking towards it in a trance.

  ‘Leo, don’t!’ Piper warned.

  He blinked. ‘How much for both?’

  ‘Oh, the seat I could let you have for five great deeds. The forge, seven years of servitude. And for only a bit of your strength –’ She led Leo into the appliance section, giving him prices on various items.

  Piper didn’t want to leave him alone with her, but she had to try reasoning with Jason. She pulled him aside and slapped him across the face.

  ‘Ow,’ he muttered sleepily. ‘What was that for?’

  ‘Snap out of it!’ Piper hissed.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘She’s charmspeaking you. Can’t you feel it?’

  He knitted his eyebrows. ‘She seems okay.’

  ‘She’s not okay! She shouldn’t even be alive! She was married to Jason – the other Jason – three thousand years ago. Remember what Boreas said – something about the souls no longer being confined to Hades? It’s not just monsters who can’t stay dead. She’s come back from the Underworld!’

  Jason shook his head uneasily. ‘She’s not a ghost.’

  ‘No, she’s worse! She’s –’

  ‘Children.’ The princess was back with Leo in tow. ‘If you please, we will now see what you came for. That is what you want, yes?’

  Piper had to choke back a scream. She was tempted to pull out her dagger and take on this witch herself, but she didn’t like her chances – not in the middle of Her Highness’s department store while her friends were under a spell. Piper couldn’t even be sure they’d take her side in a fight. She had to figure out a better plan.

  They took the escalator down to the base of the fountain. For the first time, Piper noticed two large bronze sundials – each about the size of a trampoline – inlaid on the marble tile floor to the north and south of the fountain. The gilded oversize canary cages stood to the east and west, and the furthest one held the storm spirits. They were so densely packed, spinning around like a super-concentrated tornado, that Piper couldn’t tell how many there were – dozens, at least.

  ‘Hey,’ Leo said, ‘Coach Hedge looks okay!’

  They ran to the nearest canary cage. The old satyr seemed to have been petrified at the moment he was sucked into the sky above the Grand Canyon. He was frozen mid-shout, his club raised over his head like he was ordering the gym class to drop and give him fifty. His curly hair stuck up at odd angles. If Piper just concentrated on certain details – the bright orange polo shirt, the wispy goatee, the whistle around his neck – she could imagine Coach Hedge as his good old annoying self. But it was hard to ignore the stubby horns on his head, and the fact that he had furry goat legs and hooves instead of workout pants and Nikes.

  ‘Yes,’ the princess said. ‘I always keep my wares in good condition. We can certainly barter for the storm spirits and the satyr. A package deal. If we come to terms, I’ll even throw in the vial of healing potion, and you can go in peace.’ She gave Piper a shrewd look. ‘That’s better than starting unpleasantness, isn’t it, dear?’

  Don’t trust her, warned a voice in her head. If Piper was right about this lady’s identity, nobody would be leaving in peace. A fair deal wasn’t possible. It was all a trick. But her friends were looking at her, nodding urgently and mouthing, Say yes! Piper needed more to time to think.

  ‘We can negotiate,’ she said.

  ‘Totally!’ Leo agreed. ‘Name your price.’

  ‘Leo!’ Piper snapped.

  The princess chuckled. ‘Name my price? Perhaps not the best haggling strategy, my boy, but at least you know a thing’s value. Freedom is very valuable indeed. You would ask me to release this satyr, who attacked my storm winds –’

  ‘Who attacked us,’ Piper interjected.

  Her Highness shrugged. ‘As I said, my patron asks me for small favours from time to time. Sending the storm spirits to abduct you – that was one. I assure you it was nothing personal. And no harm done, as you came here, in the end, of your own free will! At any rate, you want the satyr freed, and you want my storm spirits – who are very valuable servants, by the way – so you can hand them over to that tyrant Aeolus. Doesn’t seem quite fair, does it? The price will be high.’

  Piper could see that her friends were ready to offer anything, promise anything. Before they could speak, she played her last card.

  ‘You’re Medea,’ she said. ‘You helped the original Jason steal the Golden Fleece. You’re one of the most evil villains in Greek mythology. Jason, Leo – don’t trust her.’

  Piper put all the intensity she could gather into those words. She was utterly sincere, and it seemed to have some effect. Jason stepped away from the sorceress.

  Leo scratched his head and looked around like he was coming out of a dream.

  ‘What are we doing, again?’

  ‘Boys!’ The princess spread her hands in a welcoming gesture. Her diamond jewellery glittered, and her painted fingers curled like blood-tipped claws. ‘It’s true, I’m Medea. But I’m so misunderstood. Oh, Piper, my dear, you don’t know what it was like for women in the old days. We had no power, no leverage. Often we couldn’t even choose our own husbands. But I was different. I chose my own destiny by becoming a sorceress. Is that so wrong? I made a pact with Jason: my help to win the fleece, in exchange for his love. A fair deal. He became a famous hero! Without me, he would’ve died unknown on the shores of Colchis.’

  Jason – Piper’s Jason – scowled. ‘Then … you really did die three thousand years ago? You came back from the Underworld?’

  ‘Death no longer holds me, young hero,’ Medea said. ‘Thanks to my patron, I am flesh and blood again.’

  ‘You … re-formed?’ Leo blinked. ‘Like a monster?’

  Medea spread her fingers, and steam hissed from her nails, like water splashed on hot iron. ‘You have no idea what’s happening, do you, my dears? It is so much worse than a stirring of monsters from Tartarus. My patron knows that giants and monsters are not her greatest servants. I am mortal. I learn from my mistakes. And now that I have returned to the living I will not be cheated again. Now, here is my price for what you ask.’

  ‘Guys,’ Piper said. ‘The original Jason left Medea because she was crazy and bloodthirsty.’

  ‘Lies!’ Medea said.

  ‘On the way back from Colchis, Jason’s ship landed at another kingdom, and Jason agreed to dump Medea and marry the king’s daughter.’

  ‘After I bore him two children!’ Medea said. ‘Still he broke his promise! I ask you, was that right?’

  Jason and Leo dutifully shook their heads, but Piper wasn’t through.

  ‘It may not have been right,’ she said, ‘but neither was Medea’s revenge. She murdered her own children to get back at Jason. She poisoned his new wife and fled the kingdom.’

  Medea snarled. ‘An invention to ruin my reputation! The people of the Corinth – that unruly mob – killed my children and drove me out. Jason did nothing to protect me. He robbed me of everything. So, yes, I sneaked back into the palace and poisoned his lovely new bride. It was only fair – a suitable price.’

  ‘You’re insane,’ Piper said.

  ‘I am the victim!’ Medea wailed. ‘I died with my dreams shattered, but no longer. I know now not to trust heroes. When they come asking for treas
ures, they will pay a heavy price. Especially when the one asking has the name of Jason!’

  The fountain turned bright red. Piper drew her dagger, but her hand was shaking almost too badly to hold it. ‘Jason, Leo – it’s time to go. Now.’

  ‘Before you’ve closed the deal?’ Medea asked. ‘What of your quest, boys? And my price is so easy. Did you know this fountain is magic? If a dead man were to be thrown into it, even if he was chopped to pieces, he would pop back out fully formed – stronger and more powerful than ever.’

  ‘Seriously?’ Leo asked.

  ‘Leo, she’s lying,’ Piper said. ‘She did that trick with somebody before – a king, I think. She convinced his daughters to cut him to pieces so he could come out of the water young and healthy again, but it just killed him!’

  ‘Ridiculous,’ Medea said, and Piper could hear the power charged in every syllable. ‘Leo, Jason – my price is so simple. Why don’t you two fight? If you get injured, or even killed, no problem. We’ll just throw you into the fountain and you’ll be better than ever. You do want to fight, don’t you? You resent each other!’

  ‘Guys, no!’ Piper said. But they were already glaring at each other, as if it were just dawning on them how they really felt.

  Piper had never felt more helpless. Now she understood what real sorcery looked like. She’d always thought magic meant wands and fireballs, but this was worse. Medea didn’t just rely on poisons and potions. Her most potent weapon was her voice.

  Leo scowled. ‘Jason’s always the star. He always gets the attention and takes me for granted.’

  ‘You’re annoying, Leo,’ Jason said. ‘You never take anything seriously. You can’t even fix a dragon.’

  ‘Stop!’ Piper pleaded, but both drew weapons – Jason his gold sword, and Leo a hammer from his tool belt.

  ‘Let them go, Piper,’ Medea urged. ‘I’m doing you a favour. Let it happen now, and it will make your choice so much easier. Enceladus will be pleased. You could have your father back today!’

  Medea’s charmspeak didn’t work on her, but the sorceress still had a persuasive voice. Her father back today? Despite her best intentions, Piper wanted that. She wanted her father back so much it hurt.