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 means is already within your grasp.” She looked at me. “<strong>Percy</strong> knows the answer.”<br />
“I do?”<br />
“But that’s not fair,” Annabeth said. “You’re not telling me what it is!”<br />
Hera shook her head. “Getting something and having the wits to use it…those are two different things.<br />
I’m sure your mother Athena would agree.”<br />
The room rumbled like distant thunder. Hera stood. “That would be my cue. Zeus grows impatient.<br />
Think on what I have said, Annabeth. Seek out Hephaestus. You will have to pass through the ranch, I<br />
imagine. But keep going. And use all the means at your disposal, however common they may seem.”<br />
She pointed toward the two doors andthey melted away, revealing twin corridors, open and dark.“One<br />
last thing, Annabeth. I have postponed your day of choice, I have not prevented it. Soon, asJanus said,<br />
youwill have to make a decision. Farewell!”<br />
She waved a hand and turned into white smoke. So did the food, just as Tyson chomped down on a<br />
sandwich that turned to mist in his mouth. The fountain trickled to a stop. The mosaic walls dimmed and<br />
turned grungy and faded again. The room was no longer any place you’d want to have a picnic.<br />
Annabeth stamped her foot. “What sort of help was that? ‘Here, have a sandwich. Make a wish. Oops,<br />
I can’t help you!’Poof!”<br />
“Poof,” Tyson agreed sadly, looking at his empty plate.<br />
“Well,” Grover sighed, “she said <strong>Percy</strong> knows the answer. That’s something.”<br />
They all looked at me.<br />
“But I don’t,” I said. “I don’t know what she was talking about.”<br />
Annabeth sighed.“All right. Then we’ll just keep going.”<br />
“Which way?”I asked. I really wanted to ask what Hera had meant— about the choice Annabeth<br />
needed to make. But then Grove and Tyson both tensed. They stood up together like they’d rehearsed it.<br />
“Left,” they both said.<br />
Annabeth frowned. “How can you be sure?”<br />
“Because something is coming from the right,” Grover said.<br />
“Something big,” Tyson agreed. “Ina hurry .”<br />
“Left is sounding pretty good,” I decided. Together we plunged into the dark corridor.<br />
SEVEN<br />
TYSON LEADS A JAILBREAK