THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
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the lake, but I was really staring at Calypso as she worked, the way she brushed her hair over her<br />
shoulder, and the little strand that fell in her face whenever she knelt to dig in the garden. Sometimes she<br />
would hold out her hand and birds would fly out of the woods to settle on her arm—lorikeets, parrots,<br />
doves. She would tell them good morning, ask how it was going back at the nest, and they would chirp<br />
for a while, then fly off cheerfully. Calypso’s eyes gleamed. She would look at me and we’d share a<br />
smile, but almost immediately she’d get that sad expression again and turn away. I didn’t understand<br />
what was bothering her.<br />
One night we were eating dinner together at the beach. Invisible servants had set up a table with beef<br />
stew and apple cider, which may not sound all that exciting, but that’s because you haven’t tasted it. I<br />
hadn’t even noticed the invisible servants when I first got to the island, but that’s because you haven’t<br />
tasted it. I hadn’t even noticed the invisible servants when I first got to the island, but after a while I<br />
became aware of the beds making themselves, meals cooking on their own, clothes being washed and<br />
folded by unseen hands.<br />
Anyway, Calypso and I were sitting at dinner, and she looked beautiful in the candlelight. I was telling<br />
her about New York and Camp Half-Blood, and then I started telling her about the time Grover had<br />
eaten an apple while we were playingHacky Sack with it. She laughed, showing off her amazing smile,<br />
and our eyes met. Then she dropped her gaze.<br />
“There it is again,” I said.<br />
“What?”<br />
“You keep pulling away, like you’re trying not to enjoy yourself.”<br />
She kept her eyes on her glass of cider. “As I told you, <strong>Percy</strong>, I have been punished. Cursed, you might<br />
say.”<br />
“How?Tell me. I want to help.”<br />
“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”<br />
“Tell me what the punishment is.”<br />
She covered her half-finished stew with a napkin, and immediately an invisible servant whisked the bowl<br />
away. “<strong>Percy</strong>, this island,Ogygia , is my home, my birthplace. But it is also my prison. I am under…house<br />
arrest, I guess you would call it. I will never visit this Manhattan of yours.Or anywhere else. I am alone<br />
here.”<br />
“Because your father was Atlas.”<br />
She nodded. “The gods do not trust their enemies.And rightly so. I should not complain. Some of the<br />
prisons are not nearly as nice as mine.”<br />
“But that’s not fair,” I said. “Just because you’re related doesn’t mean you support him. This other<br />
daughter I knew, Zoë, Nightshade—she fought against him. She wasn’t imprisoned.”<br />
“But, <strong>Percy</strong>,” Calypso said gently, “Idid support him in the first war. He is my father.”<br />
“What?But the Titans are evil!”