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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We spent the next day treating the wounded, which was almost everybody. The satyrs and dryads<br />
worked to repair the damage to the woods.<br />
At noon, the Council of Cloven Elders held an emergency meeting in their sacred grove. The three senior<br />
satyrs were there, along with Chiron, who was in wheelchair form. His broken horse leg was still<br />
mending, so he would be confined to the chair for a few months, until the leg was strong enough to take<br />
his weight. The grove was filled with satyrs and dryads and naiads up from the water—hundreds of them,<br />
anxious to hear what would happen. Juniper, Annabeth, and I stood by Grover’s side.<br />
Silenus wanted to exile Grover immediately, but Chiron persuaded him to at least hear evidence first, so<br />
we told everyone what had happened in the crystal cavern, and what Pan had said. Then several<br />
eyewitnesses from the battle described the weird sound Grover had made, which drove the Titan’s army<br />
back underground.<br />
“It was panic,” insisted Juniper. “Grover summoned the power of the wild god.”<br />
“Panic?”I asked.<br />
“<strong>Percy</strong>,” Chiron explained, “during the first war of the gods and the Titans,<br />
Lord Pan let forth a horrible cry that scared away the enemy armies. It is—itwas his greatest power—a<br />
massive wave of fear that helped the godswin the day. The wordpanic is named after Pan, you see. And<br />
Grover used that power, calling it forth from within himself.”<br />
“Preposterous!” Silenus bellowed.“Sacrilege! Perhaps the wild god favored us with a blessing. Or<br />
perhaps Grover’s music was so awful it scared the enemy away!”<br />
“That wasn’t it, sir,” Grover said. He sounded a lot calmer than I would have if I’d been insulted like<br />
that. “He let his spirit pass into all of us. We must act. Each of us must work to renew the wild, to protect<br />
what’s left of it. We must spread the word. Pan is dead. There is no one but us.”<br />
“After two thousand years of searching, this is what you would have us believe?” Silenus cried.“Never!<br />
We must continue the search! Exile the traitor!”<br />
Some of the older satyrs muttered assent.<br />
“A vote!”Silenus demanded. “Who would believe this ridiculous young satyr, anyway?”<br />
“I would,” said a familiar voice.<br />
Everyone turned. Striding into the grove was Dionysus. He wore a formal black suit, so I almost didn’t<br />
recognize him, a deep purple tie and violet dress shirt, his curly dark hair carefully combed. His eyes<br />
were bloodshot as usual, and his pudgy face was flushed, but he looked like he was suffering from grief<br />
more than wine-withdrawal.<br />
The satyrs all stood respectfully and bowed as he approached. Dionysus waved his hand, and a new<br />
chair grew out of the ground next toSilenus’s —a throne made of grapevines.<br />
Dionysus sat down and crossed his legs. He snapped his fingers and satyr hurried forward with a plate<br />
of cheese and crackers and a Diet Coke.