by Rick Riordan
‘You’ll never win!’ the giant groaned. ‘You cannot defeat me alone.’
‘I’m not alone.’ Percy raised the stone head above the giant’s face. ‘I’d like you to meet my friend Terminus. He’s a god!’
Too late, awareness and fear dawned in the giant’s face. Percy smashed the god’s head as hard as he could into Polybotes’s nose, and the giant dissolved, crumbling into a steaming heap of seaweed, reptile skin and poisonous muck.
Percy staggered away, completely exhausted.
‘Ha!’ said the head of Terminus. ‘That will teach him to obey the rules of Rome.’
For a moment, the battlefield was silent except for a few fires burning, and a few retreating monsters screaming in panic.
A ragged circle of Romans and Amazons stood around Percy. Tyson, Ella and Mrs O’Leary were there. Frank and Hazel were grinning at him with pride. Arion was nibbling contentedly on a golden shield.
The Romans began to chant, ‘Percy! Percy!’
They mobbed him. Before he knew it, they were raising him on a shield. The cry changed to, ‘Praetor! Praetor!’
Among the chanters was Reyna herself, who held up her hand and grasped Percy’s in congratulation. Then the mob of cheering Romans carried him around the Pomerian Line, carefully avoiding Terminus’s borders, and escorted him back home to Camp Jupiter.
LI
Percy
THE FEAST OF FORTUNA HAD NOTHING to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.
Campers, Amazons and Lares crowded the mess hall for a lavish dinner. Even the fauns were invited, since they’d helped out by bandaging the wounded after the battle. Wind nymphs zipped around the room, delivering orders of pizza, burgers, steaks, salads, Chinese food and burritos, all flying at terminal velocity.
Despite the exhausting battle, everyone was in good spirits. Casualties had been light, and the few campers who’d previously died and come back to life, like Gwen, hadn’t been taken to the Underworld. Maybe Thanatos had turned a blind eye. Or maybe Pluto had given those folks a pass, like he had for Hazel. Whatever the case, nobody complained.
Colourful Amazon and Roman banners hung side by side from the rafters. The restored golden eagle stood proudly behind the praetor’s table, and the walls were decorated with cornucopias – magical horns of plenty that spilled out recycling waterfalls of fruit, chocolate and fresh-baked cookies.
The cohorts mingled freely with the Amazons, jumping from couch to couch as they pleased, and for once the soldiers of the Fifth were welcome everywhere. Percy changed seats so many times he lost track of his dinner.
There was a lot of flirting and arm-wrestling – which seemed to be the same thing for the Amazons. At one point Percy was cornered by Kinzie, the Amazon who’d disarmed him in Seattle. He had to explain that he already had a girlfriend. Fortunately Kinzie took it well. She told him what had happened after they’d left Seattle – how Hylla had defeated her challenger Otrera in two consecutive duels to the death, so that the Amazons were now calling their queen Hylla Twice-Kill.
‘Otrera stayed dead the second time,’ Kinzie said, batting her eyes. ‘We have you to thank for that. If you ever need a new girlfriend … well, I think you’d look great in an iron collar and an orange jumpsuit.’
Percy couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not. He politely thanked her and changed seats.
Once everyone had eaten and the plates stopped flying, Reyna made a short speech. She formally welcomed the Amazons, thanking them for their help. Then she hugged her sister and everybody applauded.
Reyna raised her hands for quiet. ‘My sister and I haven’t always seen eye to eye -’
Hylla laughed. ‘That’s an understatement.’
‘She joined the Amazons,’ Reyna continued. ‘I joined Camp Jupiter. But, looking around this room, I think we both made good choices. Strangely, our destinies were made possible by the hero you all just raised to praetor on the battlefield – Percy Jackson.’
More cheering. The sisters raised their glasses to Percy and beckoned him forward.
Everybody asked for a speech, but Percy didn’t know what to say. He protested that he really wasn’t the best person for praetor, but the campers drowned him out with applause. Reyna took away his probatio neck plate. Octavian shot him a dirty look, then turned to the crowd and smiled like this was all his idea. He ripped open a teddy bear and pronounced good omens for the coming year – Fortuna would bless them! He passed his hand over Percy’s arm and shouted: ‘Percy Jackson, son of Neptune, first year of service!’
The Roman symbols burned onto Percy’s arm: a trident, SPQR and a single stripe. It felt like someone was pressing a hot iron into his skin, but Percy managed not to scream.
Octavian embraced him and whispered, ‘I hope it hurt.’
Then Reyna gave him an eagle medal and purple cloak, symbols of the praetor. ‘You earned these, Percy.’
Queen Hylla pounded him on the back. ‘And I’ve decided not to kill you.’
‘Um, thanks,’ Percy said.
He made his way around the mess hall one more time, because all the campers wanted him at their table. Vitellius the Lar followed, stumbling over his shimmering purple toga and readjusting his sword, telling everyone how he’d predicted Percy’s rise to greatness.
‘I demanded he join the Fifth Cohort!’ the ghost said proudly. ‘Spotted his talent right away!’
Don the faun popped up in a nurse’s hat, a stack of cookies in each hand. ‘Man, congrats and stuff! Awesome! Hey, do you have any spare change?’
All the attention embarrassed Percy, but he was happy to see how well Hazel and Frank were being treated. Everyone called them the saviours of Rome, and they deserved it. There was even talk about reinstating Frank’s great-grandfather, Shen Lun, to the legion’s roll of honour. Apparently he hadn’t caused the 1906 earthquake after all.
Percy sat for a while with Tyson and Ella, who were honoured guests at Dakota’s table. Tyson kept calling for peanut-butter sandwiches, eating them as fast as the nymphs could deliver. Ella perched at his shoulder on top of the couch and nibbled furiously on cinnamon rolls.
‘Cinnamon rolls are good for harpies,’ she said. ‘June twenty-fourth is a good day. Roy Disney’s birthday, and Fortuna’s Feast, and Independence Day for Zanzibar. And Tyson.’
She glanced at Tyson, then blushed and looked away.
After dinner, the entire legion got the night off. Percy and his friends drifted down to the city, which wasn’t quite recovered from the battle, but the fires were out, most of the debris had been swept up, and the citizens were determined to celebrate.
At the Pomerian Line, the statue of Terminus wore a paper party hat.
‘Welcome, praetor!’ he said. ‘You need any giants’ faces smashed while you’re in town, just let me know.’
‘Thanks, Terminus,’ Percy said. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’
‘Yes, good. Your praetor’s cape is an inch too low on the left. There – that’s better. Where is my assistant? Julia!’
The little girl ran out from behind the pedestal. She was wearing a green dress tonight, and her hair was still in pigtails. When she smiled, Percy saw that her front teeth were starting to come in. She held up a box full of party hats.
Percy tried to decline, but Julia gave him the big adoring eyes.
‘Ah, sure,’ he said. ‘I’ll take the blue crown.’
She offered Hazel a gold pirate hat. ‘I’m gonna be Percy Jackson when I grow up,’ she told Hazel solemnly.
Hazel smiled and ruffled her hair. ‘That’s a good thing to be, Julia.’
‘Although,’ Frank said, picking out a hat shaped like a polar bear’s head, ‘Frank Zhang would be good, too.’
‘Frank!’ Hazel said.
They put on their hats and continued to the forum, which was lit up with multicoloured lanterns. The fountains glowed purple. The coffee shops were doing a brisk business, and street musicians filled the air with the sounds of guitar, lyre, pan
pipes and armpit noises. (Percy didn’t get that last one. Maybe it was an old Roman musical tradition.)
The goddess Iris must’ve been in a party mood too. As Percy and his friends strolled past the damaged Senate House, a dazzling rainbow appeared in the night sky. Unfortunately the goddess sent another blessing, too – a gentle rain of gluten-free R.O.F.L. cupcake simulations, which Percy figured would either make cleaning up harder, or rebuilding easier. The cupcakes would make great bricks.
For a while, Percy wandered the streets with Hazel and Frank, who kept brushing shoulders.
Finally he said, ‘I’m a little tired, guys. You go ahead.’
Hazel and Frank protested, but Percy could tell they wanted some time alone.
As he headed back to camp, he saw Mrs O’Leary playing with Hannibal in the Field of Mars. Finally, she’d found a playmate she could roughhouse with. They frolicked around, slamming into each other, breaking fortifications and generally having an excellent time.
At the fort gates, Percy stopped and gazed across the valley. It seemed like so long ago that he’d stood here with Hazel, getting his first good view of camp. Now he was more interested in watching the eastern horizon.
Tomorrow, maybe the next day, his friends from Camp Half-Blood would arrive. As much as he cared about Camp Jupiter, he couldn’t wait to see Annabeth again. He yearned for his old life – New York and Camp Half-Blood – but something told him it might be a while before he returned home. Gaia and the giants weren’t done causing trouble – not by a long shot.
Reyna had given him the second praetor’s house on the Via Principalis, but as soon as Percy looked inside he knew he couldn’t stay there. It was nice, but it was also full of Jason Grace’s stuff. Percy already felt uneasy taking Jason’s title of praetor. He didn’t want to take the guy’s house, too. Things would be awkward enough when Jason came back – and Percy was sure that he would be on that dragon-headed warship.
Percy headed back to the Fifth Cohort barracks and climbed into his bunk. He passed out instantly.
He dreamed he was carrying Juno across the Little Tiber.
She was disguised as a crazy old bag lady, smiling and singing an Ancient Greek lullaby as her leathery hands gripped Percy’s neck.
‘Do you still want to slap me, dear?’ she asked.
Percy stopped midstream. He let go and dumped the goddess in the river.
The moment she hit the water, she vanished and reappeared on the shore. ‘Oh, my,’ she cackled, ‘that wasn’t very heroic, even in a dream!’
‘Eight months,’ Percy said. ‘You stole eight months of my life for a quest that took a week. Why?’
Juno tutted disapprovingly. ‘You mortals and your short lives. Eight months is nothing, my dear. I lost eight centuries once, missed most of the Byzantine Empire.’
Percy summoned the power of the river. It swirled round him, spinning into a froth of white water.
‘Now, now,’ Juno said. ‘Don’t get testy. If we are to defeat Gaia, our plans must be timed perfectly. First, I needed Jason and his friends to free me from my prison -’
‘Your prison? You were in prison and they let you out?’
‘Don’t sound so surprised, dear! I’m a sweet old woman. At any rate, you weren’t needed at Camp Jupiter until now, to save the Romans at their moment of greatest crisis. The eight months between … well, I do have other plans brewing, my boy. Opposing Gaia, working behind Jupiter’s back, protecting your friends – it’s a full-time job! If I had to guard you from Gaia’s monsters and schemes as well, and keep you hidden from your friends back east all that time – no, much better you take a safe nap. You would have been a distraction – a loose cannon.’
‘A distraction.’ Percy felt the water rising with his anger, spinning faster round him. ‘A loose cannon.’
‘Exactly. I’m glad you understand.’
Percy sent a wave crashing down on the old woman, but Juno simply disappeared and materialized further down the shore.
‘My,’ she said, ‘you are in a bad mood. But you know I’m right. Your timing here was perfect. They trust you now. You are a hero of Rome. And while you slept Jason Grace has learned to trust the Greeks. They’ve had time to build the Argo II. Together, you and Jason will unite the camps.’
‘Why me?’ Percy demanded. ‘You and I never got along. Why would you want a loose cannon on your team?’
‘Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.’
‘Great,’ Percy said. ‘I always wanted to be glue.’
Juno laced her crooked fingers. ‘The Heroes of Olympus must unite! After your victory over Kronos in Manhattan … well, I fear that wounded Jupiter’s self-esteem.’
‘Because I was right,’ Percy said. ‘And he was wrong.’
The old lady shrugged. ‘He should be used to that, after so many aeons married to me, but alas! My proud and obstinate husband refuses to ask mere demigods for help again. He believes the giants can be fought without you, and Gaia can be forced back to her slumbers. I know better. But you must prove yourself. Only by sailing to the ancient lands and closing the Doors of Death will you convince Jupiter that you are worthy of fighting side by side with the gods. It will be the greatest quest since Aeneas sailed from Troy!’
‘And if we fail?’ Percy said. ‘If Romans and Greeks don’t get along?’
‘Then Gaia has already won. I’ll tell you this, Percy Jackson. The one who will cause you the most trouble is the one closest to you – the one who hates me most.’
‘Annabeth?’ Percy felt his anger rising again. ‘You never liked her. Now you’re calling her a troublemaker? You don’t know her at all. She’s the person I most want watching my back.’
The goddess smiled dryly. ‘We will see, young hero. She has a hard task ahead of her when you arrive in Rome. Whether she is up to it … I do not know.’
Percy summoned a fist of water and smashed it down at the old lady. When the wave receded, she was gone.
The river swirled out of Percy’s control. He sank into the darkness of the whirlpool.
LII
Percy
THE NEXT MORNING, PERCY, HAZEL AND FRANK ate breakfast early, then headed into the city before the senate was due to convene. As Percy was a praetor now, he could go pretty much wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
On the way, they passed the stables, where Tyson and Mrs O’Leary were sleeping in. Tyson snored on a bed of hay next to the unicorns, a blissful look on his face like he was dreaming of ponies. Mrs O’Leary had rolled on her back and covered her ears with her paws. On the stable roof, Ella roosted in a pile of old Roman scrolls, her head tucked under her wings.
When they got to the forum, they sat by the fountains and watched the sun come up. The citizens were already busy sweeping up cupcake simulations, confetti and party hats from last night’s celebration. The engineer corps was working on a new arch that would commemorate the victory over Polybotes.
Hazel said she’d even heard talk of a formal triumph for the three of them – a parade around the city followed by a week of games and celebrations – but Percy knew they’d never get the chance. They didn’t have time.
Percy told them about his dream of Juno.
Hazel frowned. ‘The gods were busy last night. Show him, Frank.’
Frank reached into his coat pocket. Percy thought he might bring out his piece of firewood, but instead he produced a thin paperback book and a note on red stationery.
‘These were on my pillow this morning.’ He passed them to Percy. ‘Like the Tooth Fairy visited.’
The book was The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Percy had never heard of it, but he could guess who sent it. The letter read: Good job, kid. A real man’s best weapon is his mind. This was your mom’s favourite book. Give it a read. P.S. – I hope your friend Percy has l
earned some respect for me.
‘Wow.’ Percy handed back the book. ‘Maybe Mars is different than Ares. I don’t think Ares can read.’
Frank flipped through the pages. ‘There’s a lot in here about sacrifice, knowing the cost of war. Back in Vancouver, Mars told me I’d have to put my duty ahead of my life or the entire war would go sideways. I thought he meant freeing Thanatos, but now … I don’t know. I’m still alive, so maybe the worst is yet to come.’
He glanced nervously at Percy, and Percy got the feeling Frank wasn’t telling him everything. He wondered if Mars had said something about him, but Percy wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Besides, Frank had already given enough. He had watched his family home burn down. He’d lost his mother and his grandmother.
‘You risked your life,’ Percy said. ‘You were willing to burn up to save the quest. Mars can’t expect more than that.’
‘Maybe,’ Frank said doubtfully.
Hazel squeezed Frank’s hand.
They seemed more comfortable around each other this morning, not quite as nervous and awkward. Percy wondered if they’d started dating. He hoped so, but he decided it was better not to ask.
‘Hazel, how about you?’ Percy asked. ‘Any word from Pluto?’
She looked down. Several diamonds popped out of the ground at her feet. ‘No,’ she admitted. ‘In a way, I think he sent a message through Thanatos. My name wasn’t on that list of escaped souls. It should have been.’
‘You think your dad is giving you a pass?’ Percy asked.
Hazel shrugged. ‘Pluto can’t visit me or even talk to me without acknowledging I’m alive. Then he’d have to enforce the laws of death and have Thanatos bring me back to the Underworld. I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think – I think he wants me to find Nico.’