THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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“I just need more time,” Grover pleaded.
“Nothing!” the elder in the middle chimed in. “You have found nothing.”
“But,Leneus —”
Silenus raised his hand. Chiron leaned in and said something to the satyrs. The satyrs didn’t look happy.
They muttered and argued among themselves, but Chiron said something else, and Silenus sighed. He
nodded reluctantly.
“Master Underwood,” Silenus announced, “we will give you one more chance.”
Grover brightened. “Thank you!”
“One more week.”
“What? But sir! That’s impossible!”
“One more week, Master Underwood.And then, if you cannot prove your claims, it will be time for you
to pursue another career.Something to suit your dramatic talents. Puppettheater , perhaps. Or tap
dancing.”
“But sir, I—I can’t lose my searcher’s license. My whole life—”
“This meeting of the council is adjourned,” Silenus said. “And now let us enjoy our noonday meal!”
The old satyr clapped his hands, and a bunch of nymphs melted out of the trees with platters of
vegetables, fruits, tin cans, and other goat delicacies. The circle of satyrs broke and charged the food.
Grover walked dejectedly toward us. His faded blue T-shirt had a picture of a satyr on it. It read GOT
HOOVES?
“Hi, Percy,” he said, so depressed he didn’t even offer to shake my hand. “That went well, huh?”
“Those old goats!”Juniper said. “Oh, Grover, they don’t know how hard you’ve tried!”
“There is another option,” Clarisse said darkly.
“No. No.” Juniper shook her head. “Grover, I won’t let you.”
His face was ashen. “I—I’ll have to think about it. But we don’t even know where to look.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
In the distance, a conch horn sounded.
Annabeth pursed her lips. “I’ll fill you in later, Percy. We’d better get back to our cabins. Inspection is
starting.”
It didn’t seem fair that I’d have to do cabin inspection when I just got to camp, but that’s the way it
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