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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he doing here?”<br />
“Some people wander in by mistake,” Annabeth said. “Some come exploring on purpose and never<br />
make it back. A long time ago, the Cretans sent people in here as human sacrifices.”<br />
Grover gulped. “He’s been down here a long time.” He pointed to the skeleton’s bottles, which were<br />
coated with white dust. The skeleton’s fingers were clawing at the brick wall, like he had died trying to<br />
get out.<br />
“Only bones,” Tyson said. “Don’t worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.”<br />
“The milkman doesn’t bother me,” Grover said. “It’s the smell.Monsters. Can’t you smell it?”<br />
Tyson nodded.“Lots of monsters. But underground smells like that.Monsters and dead milk people.”<br />
“Oh, good,” Grover whimpered. “I thought maybe I was wrong.”<br />
“We have to get deeper into the maze,” Annabeth said. “There has to be a way to the center.”<br />
She led us to the right, then the left, through a corridor of stainless steel like some kind of air shaft, and<br />
we arrived back in the Roman tile room with the fountain.<br />
This time, we weren’t alone.<br />
What I noticed first were his faces.Both of them. They jutted out from either side of his head, staring<br />
over his shoulders, so his head was much wider than it should’ve been, kind of like a hammerhead<br />
shark’s looking straight at him, all I saw were two overlapping ears and mirror-image sideburns.<br />
He was dressed like a New York City doorman: a long black overcoat, shiny shoes, and a black<br />
top-hat that somehow managed to stay on his double-wide head.<br />
“Well, Annabeth?” said his left face. “Hurry up!”<br />
***<br />
“Don’t mind him,” said the right face. “He’s terribly rude. Right this way, miss.”<br />
Annabeth’s jaw dropped. “Uh…I don’t…”<br />
Tyson frowned. “That funny man has two faces.”<br />
“The funny man has ears, you know!” the left face scolded. “<strong>No</strong>w come along, miss.”<br />
“<strong>No</strong>, no,” the right face said. “This way, miss. Talk tome , please.”<br />
The two-faced man regarded Annabeth as best he could out of the corners of his eyes. It was<br />
impossible to look at him straight on without focusing on one side or the other. And suddenly I realized<br />
that’s what he was asking—he wanted Annabeth to choose.<br />
Behind him were two exits, blocked by wooden doors with huge iron locks. They hadn’t been there our<br />
first time through the room. The two-faced doorman held a silver key, which he kept passing from his left