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by Rick Riordan


  Outside, Ella the harpy huddled in a nest of books under a makeshift cardboard shelter.

  Percy and his friends advanced slowly, trying not to scare her. Ella didn’t pay them any attention. She picked at her feathers and muttered under her breath, like she was practising lines for a play.

  Percy got within five feet and knelt down. ‘Hi. Sorry we scared you. Look, I don’t have much food, but …’

  He took some of the macrobiotic jerky out of his pocket. Ella lunged and snatched it immediately. She huddled back in her nest, sniffing the jerky, but sighed and tossed it away. ‘N-not from his table. Ella cannot eat. Sad. Jerky would be good for harpies.’

  ‘Not from … Oh, right,’ Percy said. ‘That’s part of the curse. You can only eat his food.’

  ‘There has to be a way,’ Hazel said.

  ‘ “Photosynthesis”,’ Ella muttered. ‘ “Noun. Biology. The synthesis of complex organic materials.” “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness … ” ’

  ‘What is she saying?’ Frank whispered.

  Percy stared at the mound of books around her. They all looked old and mildewed. Some had prices written in marker on the covers, like the library had got rid of them in a clearance sale.

  ‘She’s quoting books,’ Percy guessed.

  ‘Farmer’s Almanac 1965,’ Ella said. ‘ “Start breeding animals, January twenty-sixth.” ’

  ‘Ella,’ he said, ‘have you read all of these?’

  She blinked. ‘More. More downstairs. Words. Words calm Ella down. Words, words, words.’

  Percy picked up a book at random – a tattered copy of A History of Horseracing. ‘Ella, do you remember the, um, third paragraph on page sixty-two –’

  ‘ “Secretariat”,’ Ella said instantly, ‘ “favoured three to two-in the 1973 Kentucky Derby, finished at standing track record of one fifty-nine and two fifths.” ’

  Percy closed the book. His hands were shaking. ‘Word for word.’

  ‘That’s amazing,’ Hazel said.

  ‘She’s a genius chicken,’ Frank agreed.

  Percy felt uneasy. He was starting to form a terrible idea about why Phineas wanted to capture Ella, and it wasn’t because she’d scratched him. Percy remembered that line she’d recited, A half-blood of the eldest gods. He was sure it was about him.

  ‘Ella,’ he said, ‘we’re going to find a way to break the curse. Would you like that?’

  ‘ “It’s Impossible”,’ she said. ‘ “Recorded in English by Perry Como, 1970.” ’

  ‘Nothing’s impossible,’ Percy said. ‘Now, look, I’m going to say his name. You don’t have to run away. We’re going to save you from the curse. We just need to figure out a way to beat … Phineas.’

  He waited for her to bolt, but she just shook her head vigorously. ‘N-n-no! No Phineas. Ella is quick. Too quick for him. B-but he wants to ch-chain Ella. He hurts Ella.’

  She tried to reach the gash on her back.

  ‘Frank,’ Percy said, ‘you have first-aid supplies?’

  ‘On it.’ Frank brought out a thermos full of nectar and explained its healing properties to Ella. When he scooted closer, she recoiled and started to shriek. Then Hazel tried, and Ella let her pour some nectar on her back. The wound began to close.

  Hazel smiled. ‘See? That’s better.’

  ‘Phineas is bad,’ Ella insisted. ‘And weed whackers. And cheese.’

  ‘Absolutely,’ Percy agreed. ‘We won’t let him hurt you again. We need to figure out how to trick him, though. You harpies must know him better than anybody. Is there any way we can trick him?’

  ‘N-no,’ Ella said. ‘Tricks are for kids. 50 Tricks to Teach Your Dog, by Sophie Collins, call number six-three-six –’

  ‘Okay, Ella.’ Hazel spoke in a soothing voice, like she was trying to calm a horse. ‘But does Phineas have any weaknesses?’

  ‘Blind. He’s blind.’

  Frank rolled his eyes, but Hazel continued patiently, ‘Right. Besides that?’

  ‘Chance,’ she said. ‘Games of chance. Two to one. Bad odds. Call or fold.’

  Percy’s spirits rose. ‘You mean he’s a gambler?’

  ‘Phineas s-sees big things. Prophecies. Fates. God stuff. Not small stuff. Random. Exciting. And he is blind.’

  Frank rubbed his chin. ‘Any idea what she means?’

  Percy watched the harpy pick at her burlap dress. He felt incredibly sorry for her, but he was also starting to realize just how smart she was.

  ‘I think I get it,’ he said. ‘Phineas sees the future. He knows tons of important events. But he can’t see small things – like random occurrences, spontaneous games of chance. That makes gambling exciting for him. If we can tempt him into making a bet …’

  Hazel nodded slowly. ‘You mean if he loses, he has to tell us where Thanatos is. But what do we have to wager? What kind of game do we play?’

  ‘Something simple, with high stakes,’ Percy said. ‘Like two choices. One you live, one you die. And the prize has to be something Phineas wants … I mean, besides Ella. That’s off the table.’

  ‘Sight,’ Ella muttered. ‘Sight is good for blind men. Healing … nope, nope. Gaia won’t do that for Phineas. Gaia keeps Phineas b-blind, dependent on Gaia. Yep.’

  Frank and Percy exchanged a meaningful look. ‘Gorgon’s blood,’ they said simultaneously.

  ‘What?’ Hazel asked.

  Frank brought out the two ceramic vials he’d retrieved from the Little Tiber. ‘Ella’s a genius,’ he said. ‘Unless we die.’

  ‘Don’t worry about that,’ Percy said. ‘I’ve got a plan.’

  XXVIII

  Percy

  The old man was right where they’d left him, in the middle of the food truck parking lot. He sat on his picnic bench with his bunny slippers propped up, eating a plate of greasy shish kebab. His weed whacker was at his side. His bathrobe was smeared with barbecue sauce.

  ‘Welcome back!’ he called cheerfully. ‘I hear the flutter of nervous little wings. You’ve brought me my harpy?’

  ‘She’s here,’ Percy said. ‘But she’s not yours.’

  Phineas sucked the grease off his fingers. His milky eyes seemed fixed on a point just above Percy’s head. ‘I see … Well, actually, I’m blind, so I don’t see. Have you come to kill me, then? If so, good luck completing your quest.’

  ‘I’ve come to gamble.’

  The old man’s mouth twitched. He put down his shish kebab and leaned towards Percy. ‘A gamble … how interesting. Information in exchange for the harpy? Winner take all?’

  ‘No,’ Percy said. ‘The harpy isn’t part of the deal.’

  Phineas laughed. ‘Really? Perhaps you don’t understand her value.’

  ‘She’s a person,’ Percy said. ‘She isn’t for sale.’

  ‘Oh, please! You’re from the Roman camp, aren’t you? Rome was built on slavery. Don’t get all high and mighty with me. Besides, she isn’t even human. She’s a monster. A wind spirit. A minion of Jupiter.’

  Ella squawked. Just getting her into the parking lot had been a major challenge, but now she started backing away, muttering, ‘ “Jupiter. Hydrogen and helium. Sixty-three satellites.” No minions. Nope.’

  Hazel put her arm around Ella’s wings. She seemed to be the only one who could touch the harpy without causing lots of screaming and twitching.

  Frank stayed at Percy’s side. He held his spear ready, as if the old man might charge them.

  Percy brought out the ceramic vials. ‘I have a different wager. We’ve got two flasks of gorgon’s blood. One kills. One heals. They look exactly the same. Even we don’t know which is which. If you choose the right one, it could cure your blindness.’

  Phineas held out his hands eagerly. ‘Let me feel them. Let me smell them.’

  ‘Not so fast,’ Percy s
aid. ‘First you agree to the terms.’

  ‘Terms …’ Phineas was breathing shallowly. Percy could tell he was hungry to take the offer. ‘Prophecy and sight … I’d be unstoppable. I could own this city. I’d build my palace here, surrounded by food trucks. I could capture that harpy myself!’

  ‘N-noo,’ Ella said nervously. ‘Nope, nope, nope.’

  A villainous laugh is hard to pull off when you’re wearing pink bunny slippers, but Phineas gave it his best shot. ‘Very well, demigod. What are your terms?’

  ‘You get to choose a vial,’ Percy said. ‘No uncorking, no sniffing before you decide.’

  ‘That’s not fair! I’m blind.’

  ‘And I don’t have your sense of smell,’ Percy countered. ‘You can hold the vials. And I’ll swear on the River Styx that they look identical. They’re exactly what I told you: gorgon’s blood, one vial from the left side of the monster, one from the right. And I swear that none of us knows which is which.’

  Percy looked back at Hazel. ‘Uh, you’re our Underworld expert. With all this weird stuff going on with Death, is an oath on the River Styx still binding?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said, without hesitation. ‘To break such a vow … Well, just don’t do it. There are worse things than death.’

  Phineas stroked his beard. ‘So I choose which vial to drink. You have to drink the other one. We swear to drink at the same time.’

  ‘Right,’ Percy said.

  ‘The loser dies, obviously,’ Phineas said. ‘That kind of poison would probably keep even me from coming back to life … for a long time, at least. My essence would be scattered and degraded. So I’m risking quite a lot.’

  ‘But if you win, you get everything,’ Percy said. ‘If I die, my friends will swear to leave you in peace and not take revenge. You’d have your sight back, which even Gaia won’t give you.’

  The old man’s expression soured. Percy could tell he’d struck a nerve. Phineas wanted to see. As much as Gaia had given him, he resented being kept in the dark.

  ‘If I lose,’ the old man said, ‘I’ll be dead, unable to give you information. How does that help you?’

  Percy was glad he’d talked this through with his friends ahead of time. Frank had suggested the answer.

  ‘You write down the location of Alcyoneus’s lair ahead of time,’ Percy said. ‘Keep it to yourself, but swear on the River Styx it’s specific and accurate. You also have to swear that if you lose and die, the harpies will be released from their curse.’

  ‘Those are high stakes,’ Phineas grumbled. ‘You face death, Percy Jackson. Wouldn’t it be simpler just to hand over the harpy?’

  ‘Not an option.’

  Phineas smiled slowly. ‘So you are starting to understand her worth. Once I have my sight, I’ll capture her myself, you know. Whoever controls that harpy … well, I was a king once. This gamble could make me a king again.’

  ‘You’re getting ahead of yourself,’ Percy said. ‘Do we have a deal?’

  Phineas tapped his nose thoughtfully. ‘I can’t foresee the outcome. Annoying how that works. A completely unexpected gamble … it makes the future cloudy. But I can tell you this, Percy Jackson – a bit of free advice. If you survive today, you’re not going to like your future. A big sacrifice is coming, and you won’t have the courage to make it. That will cost you dearly. It will cost the world dearly. It might be easier if you just choose the poison.’

  Percy’s mouth tasted like Iris’s sour green tea. He wanted to think the old man was just psyching him out, but something told him the prediction was true. He remembered Juno’s warning when he’d chosen to go to Camp Jupiter: You will feel pain, misery and loss beyond anything you’ve ever known. But you might have a chance to save your old friends and family.

  In the trees around the parking lot, the harpies gathered to watch as if they sensed what was at stake. Frank and Hazel studied Percy’s face with concern. He’d assured them the odds weren’t as bad as fifty-fifty. He did have a plan. Of course, the plan could backfire. His chance of survival might be a hundred per cent – or zero. He hadn’t mentioned that.

  ‘Do we have a deal?’ he asked again.

  Phineas grinned. ‘I swear on the River Styx to abide by the terms, just as you have described them. Frank Zhang, you’re the descendant of an Argonaut. I trust your word. If I win, do you and your friend Hazel swear to leave me in peace, and not seek revenge?’

  Frank’s hands were clenched so tight Percy thought he might break his gold spear, but he managed to grumble, ‘I swear it on the River Styx.’

  ‘I also swear,’ Hazel said.

  ‘Swear,’ Ella muttered. ‘ “Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.” ’

  Phineas laughed. ‘In that case, find me something to write with. Let’s get started.’

  Frank borrowed a napkin and a pen from a food truck vendor. Phineas scribbled something on the napkin and put it in his bathrobe pocket. ‘I swear this is the location of Alcyoneus’s lair. Not that you’ll live long enough to read it.’

  Percy drew his sword and swept all the food off the picnic table. Phineas sat on one side. Percy sat on the other.

  Phineas held out his hands. ‘Let me feel the vials.’

  Percy gazed at the hills in the distance. He imagined the shadowy face of a sleeping woman. He sent his thoughts into the ground beneath him and hoped the goddess was listening.

  Okay, Gaia, he said. I’m calling your bluff. You say I’m a valuable pawn. You say you’ve got plans for me, and you’re going to spare me until I make it north. Who’s more valuable to you – me, or this old man? Because one of us is about to die.

  Phineas curled his fingers in a grasping motion. ‘Losing your nerve, Percy Jackson? Let me have them.’

  Percy passed him the vials.

  The old man compared their weight. He ran his fingers along the ceramic surfaces. Then he set them both on the table and rested one hand lightly on each. A tremor passed through the ground – a mild earthquake, just strong enough to make Percy’s teeth chatter. Ella cawed nervously.

  The vial on the left seemed to shake slightly more than the one on the right.

  Phineas grinned wickedly. He closed his fingers around the left-hand vial. ‘You were a fool, Percy Jackson. I choose this one. Now we drink.’

  Percy took the vial on the right. His teeth were chattering.

  The old man raised his vial. ‘A toast to the sons of Neptune.’

  They both uncorked their vials and drank.

  Immediately, Percy doubled over, his throat burning. His mouth tasted like gasoline.

  ‘Oh, gods,’ Hazel said behind him.

  ‘Nope!’ Ella said. ‘Nope, nope, nope.’

  Percy’s vision blurred. He could see Phineas grinning in triumph, sitting up straighter, blinking his eyes in anticipation.

  ‘Yes!’ he cried. ‘Any moment now, my sight will return!’

  Percy had chosen wrong. He’d been stupid to take such a risk. He felt like broken glass was working its way through his stomach, into his intestines.

  ‘Percy!’ Frank gripped his shoulders. ‘Percy, you can’t die!’

  He gasped for breath … and suddenly his vision cleared.

  At the same moment, Phineas hunched over like he’d been punched.

  ‘You – you can’t!’ the old man wailed. ‘Gaia, you – you –’

  He staggered to his feet and stumbled away from the table, clutching his stomach. ‘I’m too valuable!’

  Steam came out of his mouth. A sickly yellow vapour rose from his ears, his beard, his blind eyes.

  ‘Unfair!’ he screamed. ‘You tricked me!’

  He tried to claw the piece of paper out of his robe pocket, but his hands crumbled, his fingers turning to sand.

  Percy rose unsteadily. He didn’t feel cured of anything in particular. His memory hadn’t magically returned. But the pain had stopp
ed.

  ‘No one tricked you,’ Percy said. ‘You made your choice freely, and I hold you to your oath.’

  The blind king wailed in agony. He turned in a circle, steaming and slowly disintegrating until there was nothing left but an old, stained bathrobe and a pair of bunny slippers.

  ‘Those,’ Frank said, ‘are the most disgusting spoils of war ever.’

  A woman’s voice spoke in Percy’s mind. A gamble, Percy Jackson. It was a sleepy whisper, with just a hint of grudging admiration. You forced me to choose, and you are more important to my plans than the old seer. But do not press your luck. When your death comes, I promise it will be much more painful than gorgon’s blood.

  Hazel prodded the robe with her sword. There was nothing underneath – no sign that Phineas was trying to re-form. She looked at Percy in awe. ‘That was either the bravest thing I’ve ever seen, or the stupidest.’

  Frank shook his head in disbelief. ‘Percy, how did you know? You were so confident he’d choose the poison.’

  ‘Gaia,’ Percy said. ‘She wants me to make it to Alaska. She thinks … I’m not sure. She thinks she can use me as part of her plan. She influenced Phineas to choose the wrong vial.’

  Frank stared in horror at the remains of the old man. ‘Gaia would kill her own servant rather than you? That’s what you were betting on?’

  ‘Plans,’ Ella muttered. ‘Plans and plots. The lady in the ground. Big plans for Percy. Macrobiotic jerky for Ella.’

  Percy handed her the whole bag of jerky and she squeaked with joy. ‘Nope, nope, nope,’ she muttered, half-singing. ‘Phineas, nope. Food and words for Ella, yep.’

  Percy crouched over the bathrobe and pulled the old man’s note out of the pocket. It read: HUBBARD GLACIER.

  All that risk for two words. He handed the note to Hazel.

  ‘I know where that is,’ she said. ‘It’s pretty famous. But we’ve got a long, long way to go.’

  In the trees around the parking lot, the other harpies finally overcame their shock. They squawked with excitement and flew at the nearest food trucks, diving through the service windows and raiding the kitchens. Cooks shouted in many languages. Trucks shook back and forth. Feathers and food boxes flew everywhere.

 

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