Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (76 page)

Annabeth lowered her gaze. ‘Why was he here? He was driving me crazy.’

‘Trying to,’ Hera agreed. ‘You must understand, the minor gods like Janus have always been frustrated by their small parts to play in the universe. Some, I fear, have little love for Olympus, and could easily be swayed to support the rise of my father.’

‘Your father?’ I said. ‘Oh. Right.’

I’d forgotten that Kronos was Hera’s dad, too, along with Zeus, Poseidon and all the eldest Olympians. I guess that made Kronos my grandfather, but that thought was so weird I put it out of my mind.

‘We must watch the minor gods,’ Hera said. ‘Janus. Hecate. Morpheus. They give lip service to Olympus, and yet –’

‘That’s where Dionysus went,’ I remembered. ‘He was checking on the minor gods.’

‘Indeed.’ Hera stared at the fading mosaics of the Olympians. ‘You see, in times of trouble, even gods can lose faith. They start putting their trust in the wrong things, petty things. They stop looking at the big picture and start being selfish. But I’m the goddess of marriage, you see. I’m used to perseverance. You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind.’

‘What are your goals?’ Annabeth asked.

She smiled. ‘To keep my family, the Olympians, together, of course. At the moment, the best way I can do that is by helping you. Zeus does not allow me to interfere much, I am afraid. But once every century or so, for a quest I care deeply about, he allows me to grant a wish.’

‘A wish?’

‘Before you ask it, let me give you some advice, which I can do for free. I know you seek Daedalus. His Labyrinth is as much a mystery to me as it is to you. But if you want to know his fate, I would visit my son Hephaestus at his forge. Daedalus was a great inventor, a mortal after Hephaestus’s heart. There has never been a mortal
Hephaestus admired more. If anyone would have kept up with Daedalus and could tell you his fate, it is Hephaestus.’

‘But how do we get there?’ Annabeth asked. ‘That’s my wish. I want a way to navigate the Labyrinth.’

Hera looked disappointed. ‘So be it. You wish for something, however, that you have already been given.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘The means is already within your grasp.’ She looked at me. ‘Percy knows the answer.’

‘I do?’

‘But that’s not fair,’ Annabeth said. ‘You’re not telling us what it is!’

Hera shook her head. ‘Getting something and having the wits to use it… those are two different things. I’m sure your mother, Athena, would agree.’

The room rumbled like distant thunder. Hera stood. ‘That would be my cue. Zeus grows impatient. Think on what I have said, Annabeth. Seek out Hephaestus. You will have to pass through the ranch, I imagine. But keep going. And use all the means at your disposal, however common they may seem.’

She pointed towards the two doors and they melted away, revealing twin corridors, open and dark. ‘One last thing, Annabeth. I have postponed your day of choice. I have not prevented it. Soon, as Janus said, you
will
have to make a decision. Farewell!’

She waved a hand and turned into white smoke. So did the food, just as Tyson chomped down on a sandwich that turned to mist in his mouth. The fountain trickled to a stop. The mosaic walls dimmed and turned grungy and
faded again. The room was no longer any place you’d want to have a picnic.

Annabeth stamped her foot. ‘What sort of help was that? “Here, have a sandwich. Make a wish. Oops, I can’t help you!” Poof!’

‘Poof,’ Tyson agreed sadly, looking at his empty plate.

‘Well,’ Grover sighed, ‘she said Percy knows the answer. That’s something.’

They all looked at me.

‘But I don’t,’ I said. ‘I don’t know what she was talking about.’

Annabeth sighed. ‘All right. Then we’ll just keep going.’

‘Which way?’ I asked. I really wanted to ask what Hera had meant – about the choice Annabeth needed to make. But then Grover and Tyson both tensed. They stood up together, like they’d rehearsed it. ‘Left,’ they both said.

Annabeth frowned. ‘How can you be sure?’

‘Because something is coming from the right,’ Grover said.

‘Something big,’ Tyson agreed. ‘In a hurry.’

‘Left is sounding pretty good,’ I decided. Together we plunged into the dark corridor.

The good news: the left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists or turns. The bad news: it was a dead end. After sprinting a hundred metres, we ran into an enormous boulder that completely blocked our path. Behind us, the sounds of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing echoed down the corridor. Something – definitely not human – was on our trail.

‘Tyson,’ I said, ‘can you –’

‘Yes!’ He slammed his shoulder against the rock so hard the whole tunnel shook. Dust trickled from the stone ceiling.

‘Hurry!’ Grover said. ‘Don’t bring the roof down, but hurry!’

The boulder finally gave way with a horrible grinding noise. Tyson pushed it into a small room, and we dashed through behind it.

‘Close the entrance!’ Annabeth said.

We all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever was chasing us wailed in frustration as we heaved the rock back into place and sealed the corridor.

‘We trapped it,’ I said.

‘Or trapped ourselves,’ Grover said.

I turned. We were in a six-metre-square cement room,
and the opposite wall was covered with metal bars. We’d tunnelled straight into a cell.

‘What in Hades?’ Annabeth tugged on the bars. They didn’t budge. Through the bars we could see rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard – at least three stories of metal doors and metal catwalks.

‘A prison,’ I said. ‘Maybe Tyson can break –’

‘Shh,’ said Grover. ‘Listen.’

Somewhere above us, deep sobbing echoed through the building. There was another sound, too – a raspy voice muttering something that I couldn’t make out. The words were strange, like rocks in a tumbler.

‘What’s that language?’ I whispered.

Tyson’s eye widened. ‘Can’t be.’

‘What?’ I asked.

He grabbed two bars on our cell door and bent them wide enough for even a Cyclops to slip through.

‘Wait!’ Grover called.

But Tyson wasn’t about to wait. We ran after him. The prison was dark, only a few dim fluorescent lights flickering above.

‘I know this place,’ Annabeth told me. ‘This is Alcatraz.’

‘You mean that island near San Francisco?’

She nodded. ‘My school took a field trip here. It’s like a museum.’

It didn’t seem possible that we could’ve popped out of the Labyrinth on the other side of the country, but Annabeth had been living in San Francisco all year, keeping an eye on Mount Tamalpais, just across the bay. She probably knew what she was talking about.

‘Freeze,’ Grover warned.

But Tyson kept going. Grover grabbed his arm and pulled him back with all his strength. ‘Stop, Tyson!’ he whispered. ‘Can’t you see it?’

I looked where he was pointing, and my stomach did a somersault. On the second-floor balcony, across the courtyard, was a monster more horrible than anything I’d ever seen before.

It was sort of like a centaur, with a woman’s body from the waist up. But instead of a horse’s lower body, it had the body of a dragon – at least seven metres long, black and scaly with enormous claws and a barbed tail. Her legs looked like they were tangled in vines, but then I realized they were sprouting snakes, hundreds of vipers darting around, constantly looking for something to bite. The woman’s hair was also made of snakes, like Medusa’s. Weirdest of all, around her waist, where the woman part met the dragon part, her skin bubbled and morphed, occasionally producing the heads of animals – a vicious wolf, a bear, a lion, as if she were wearing a belt of ever-changing creatures. I got the feeling I was looking at something half formed, a monster so old it was from the beginning of time, before shapes had been fully defined.

‘It’s her,’ Tyson whimpered.

‘Get down!’ Grover said.

We crouched in the shadows, but the monster wasn’t paying us any attention. It seemed to be talking to someone inside a cell on the second floor. That’s where the sobbing was coming from. The dragon woman said something in her weird rumbling language.

‘What’s she saying?’ I muttered. ‘What’s that language?’

‘The tongue of the old times.’ Tyson shivered. ‘What Mother Earth spoke to Titans and… her other children. Before the gods.’

‘You understand it?’ I asked. ‘Can you translate?’

Tyson closed his eyes and began to speak in a horrible, raspy woman’s voice. ‘You will work for the master or suffer.’

Annabeth shuddered. ‘I hate it when he does that.’

Like all Cyclopes, Tyson had superhuman hearing and an uncanny ability to mimic voices. It was almost like he entered a trance when he spoke in other voices.

‘I will not serve,’ Tyson said in a deep, wounded voice.

He switched to the monster’s voice: ‘Then I shall enjoy your pain, Briares.’ Tyson faltered when he said that name. I’d never heard him break character when he was mimicking somebody, but he let out a strangled gulp. Then he continued in the monster‘s voice. ‘If you thought your first imprisonment was unbearable, you have yet to feel true torment. Think on this until I return.’

The dragon lady tromped towards the stairwell, vipers hissing around her legs like grass skirts. She spread wings that I hadn’t noticed before – huge bat wings she kept folded against her dragon back. She leaped off the catwalk and soared across the courtyard. We crouched lower in the shadows. A hot sulphurous wind blasted my face as the monster flew over. Then she disappeared around the corner.

‘H-h-horrible,’ Grover said. ‘I’ve never smelled any monster that strong.’

‘Cyclopes’ worst nightmare,’ Tyson murmured. ‘Kampê.’

‘Who?’ I asked.

Tyson swallowed. ‘Every Cyclops knows about her.
Stories about her scare us when we’re babies. She was our jailer in the bad years.’

Annabeth nodded. ‘I remember now. When the Titans ruled, they imprisoned Gaia and Ouranos’s earlier children – the Cyclopes and the Hekatonkheires.’

‘The Heka-what?’ I asked.

‘The Hundred-handed Ones,’ she said. ‘They called them that because… well, they had a hundred hands. They were elder brothers of the Cyclopes.’

‘Very powerful,’ Tyson said. ‘Wonderful! As tall as the sky. So strong they could break mountains!’

‘Cool,’ I said. ‘Unless you’re a mountain.’

‘Kampê was the jailer,’ he said. ‘She worked for Kronos. She kept our brothers locked up in Tartarus, tortured them always, until Zeus came. He killed Kampê and freed Cyclopes and Hundred-handed Ones to help fight against the Titans in the big war.’

‘And now Kampê is back,’ I said.

‘Bad,’ Tyson summed up.

‘So who’s in that cell?’ I asked. ‘You said a name –’

‘Briares!’ Tyson perked up. ‘He is a Hundred-handed One. They are as tall as the sky and –’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘They break mountains.’

I looked up at the cells above us, wondering how something as tall as the sky could fit in a tiny cell, and why he was crying.

‘I guess we should check it out,’ Annabeth said, ‘before Kampê comes back.’

As we approached the cell, the weeping got louder. When I first saw the creature inside, I wasn’t sure what I was
looking at. He was human-size and his skin was very pale, the colour of milk. He wore a loincloth like a big diaper. His feet seemed too big for his body, with cracked dirty toenails, eight toes on each foot. But the top half of his body was the weird part. He made Janus look downright normal. His chest sprouted more arms than I could count, in rows, all around his body. The arms looked like normal arms, but there were so many of them, all tangled together, that his chest looked kind of like a forkful of spaghetti somebody had twirled together. Several of his hands were covering his face as he sobbed.

‘Either the sky isn’t as tall as it used to be,’ I muttered, ‘or he’s short.’

Tyson didn’t pay any attention. He fell to his knees.

‘Briares!’ he called.

The sobbing stopped.

‘Great Hundred-handed One!’ Tyson said. ‘Help us!’

Briares looked up. His face was long and sad, with a crooked nose and bad teeth. He had deep brown eyes – I mean completely brown with no whites or black pupils, like eyes formed out of clay.

‘Run while you can, Cyclops,’ Briares said miserably. ‘I cannot even help myself.’

‘You are a Hundred-handed One!’ Tyson insisted. ‘You can do anything!’

Briares wiped his nose with five or six hands. Several others were fidgeting with little pieces of metal and wood from a broken bed, the way Tyson always played with spare parts. It was amazing to watch. The hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They built a toy boat out of wood, then disassembled it just as fast. Other hands
were scratching at the cement floor for no apparent reason. Others were playing rock, paper, scissors. A few others were making ducky and doggie shadow puppets against the wall.

‘I cannot,’ Briares moaned. ‘Kampê is back! The Titans will rise and throw us back into Tartarus.’

‘Put on your brave face!’ Tyson said.

Immediately Briares’s face morphed into something else. Same brown eyes, but otherwise totally different features. He had an upturned nose, arched eyebrows and a weird smile, like he was trying to act brave. But then his face turned back to what it had been before.

‘No good,’ he said. ‘My scared face keeps coming back.’

‘How did you do that?’ I asked.

Annabeth elbowed me. ‘Don’t be rude. The Hundred-handed Ones have fifty different faces.’

‘Must make it hard to get a yearbook picture,’ I said.

Tyson was still entranced. ‘It will be okay, Briares! We will help you! Can I have your autograph?’

Briares sniffled. ‘Do you have one hundred pens?’

‘Guys,’ Grover interrupted. ‘We have to get out of here. Kampê will be back. She’ll sense us sooner or later.’

‘Break the bars,’ Annabeth said.

‘Yes!’ Tyson said, smiling proudly. ‘Briares can do it. He is very strong. Stronger than Cyclopes, even! Watch!’

Briares whimpered. A dozen of his hands started playing pat-a-cake, but none of them made any attempt to break the bars.

‘If he’s so strong,’ I said, ‘why is he stuck in jail?’

Annabeth elbowed me again. ‘He’s terrified,’ she whispered.
‘Kampê imprisoned him in Tartarus for thousands of years. How would you feel?’

The Hundred-handed One covered his face again.

‘Briares?’ Tyson asked. ‘What… what is wrong? Show us your great strength!’

‘Tyson,’ Annabeth said, ‘I think you’d better break the bars.’

Tyson’s smile melted slowly.

‘I will break the bars,’ he repeated. He grabbed the cell door and ripped it off its hinges like it was made of wet clay.

‘Come on, Briares,’ Annabeth said. ‘Let’s get you out of here.’

She held out her hand. For a second, Briares’s face morphed to a hopeful expression. Several of his arms reached out, but twice as many slapped them away.

‘I cannot,’ he said. ‘She will punish me.’

‘It’s all right,’ Annabeth promised. ‘You fought the Titans before, and you won, remember?’

‘I remember the war.’ Briares’s face morphed again – furrowed brow and a pouting mouth. His brooding face, I guess. ‘Lightning shook the world. We threw many rocks. The Titans and the monsters almost won. Now they are getting strong again. Kampê said so.’

‘Don’t listen to her,’ I said. ‘Come on!’

He didn’t move. I knew Grover was right. We didn’t have much time before Kampê returned. But I couldn’t just leave him here. Tyson would cry for weeks.

‘One game of rock, paper, scissors,’ I blurted out. ‘If I win, you come with us. If I lose, we’ll leave you in jail.’

Annabeth looked at me like I was crazy.

Briares’s face morphed to doubtful. ‘I always win rock, paper, scissors.’

‘Then let’s do it!’ I pounded my fist in my palm three times.

Briares did the same with all one hundred hands, which sounded like an army marching three steps forward. He came up with a whole avalanche of rocks, a classroom set of scissors and enough paper to make a fleet of aeroplanes.

‘I told you,’ he said sadly. ‘I always –’ His face morphed to confusion. ‘What is that you made?’

‘A gun,’ I told him, showing him my finger gun. It was a trick Paul Blofis had pulled on me, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. ‘A gun beats anything.’

‘That’s not fair.’

‘I didn’t say anything about fair. Kampê’s not going to be fair if we hang around. She’s going to blame you for ripping off the bars. Now come on!’

Briares sniffled. ‘Demigods are cheaters.’ But he slowly rose to his feet and followed us out of the cell.

I started to feel hopeful. All we had to do was get downstairs and find the Labyrinth entrance. But then Tyson froze.

On the ground floor right below, Kampê was snarling at us.

‘The other way,’ I said.

We bolted down the catwalk. This time Briares was happy to follow us. In fact he sprinted out front, a hundred arms waving in panic.

Behind us, I heard the sound of giant wings as Kampê took to the air. She hissed and growled in her ancient
language, but I didn’t need a translation to know she was planning to kill us.

We scrambled down the stairs, through a corridor and past a guard’s station – out into another block of prison cells.

‘Left,’ Annabeth said. ‘I remember this from the tour.’

We burst outside and found ourselves in the prison yard, ringed by security towers and barbed wire. After being inside so long, the daylight almost blinded me. Tourists were milling around, taking pictures. The wind whipped cold off the bay. In the south, San Francisco gleamed all white and beautiful, but in the north, over Mount Tamalpais, huge storm clouds swirled. The whole sky seemed like a black top spinning from the mountain where Atlas was imprisoned, and where the Titan palace of Mount Othrys was rising anew. It was hard to believe the tourists couldn’t see the supernatural storm brewing, but they didn’t give any hint that anything was wrong.

‘It’s even worse,’ Annabeth said, gazing to the north. ‘The storms have been bad all year, but that –’

‘Keep moving,’ Briares wailed. ‘She is behind us!’

We ran to the far end of the yard, as far from the cell block as possible.

‘Kampê’s too big to get through the doors,’ I said hopefully.