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―Well, I guess not. <strong>The</strong>y just said you learned how to reverse it with running water, and you brought your<br />
daughter back to life.‖<br />
―That‘s all true. Sometimes I still have to reverse my touch. <strong>The</strong>re‘s no running water in the house<br />
because I don‘t want accidents‖—he gestured to his statues—―but we chose to live next to a river just in case.<br />
Occasionally, I‘ll forget and pat Lit on the back—‖<br />
Lit retreated a few steps. ―I hate that.‖<br />
―I told you I was sorry, son. At any rate, gold is wonderful. Why would I give it up?‖<br />
―Well …‖ Piper looked truly lost now. ―Isn‘t that the point of the story? That you learned your lesson?‖<br />
Midas laughed. ―My dear, may I see your backpack for a moment? Toss it here.‖<br />
Piper hesitated, but she wasn‘t eager to offend the king. She dumped everything out of the pack and<br />
tossed it to Midas. As soon as he caught it, the pack turned to gold, like frost spreading across the fabric. It still<br />
looked flexible and soft, but definitely gold. <strong>The</strong> king tossed it back.<br />
―As you see, I can still turn anything to gold,‖ Midas said. ―That pack is magic now, as well. Go ahead—<br />
put your little storm spirit enemies in there.‖<br />
―Seriously?‖ Leo was suddenly interested. He took the bag from Piper and held it up to the cage. As soon<br />
as he unzipped the backpack, the winds stirred and howled in protest. <strong>The</strong> cage bars shuddered. <strong>The</strong> door of<br />
the prison flew open and the winds got vacuumed straight into the pack. Leo zipped it shut and grinned. ―Gotta<br />
admit. That‘s cool.‖<br />
―You see?‖ Midas said. ―My golden touch a curse? Please. I didn‘t learn any lesson, and life isn‘t a story,<br />
girl. Honestly, my daughter Zoe was much more pleasant as a gold statue.‖<br />
―She talked a lot,‖ Lit offered.<br />
―Exactly! And so I turned her back to gold.‖ Midas pointed. <strong>The</strong>re in the corner was a golden statue of a<br />
girl with a shocked expression, as if she were thinking, Dad!<br />
―That‘s horrible!‖ Piper said.<br />
―Nonsense. She doesn‘t mind. Besides, if I‘d learned my lesson, would I have gotten these?‖<br />
Midas pulled off his oversize sleeping cap, and Jason didn‘t know whether to laugh or get sick. Midas had<br />
long fuzzy gray ears sticking up from his white hair—like Bugs Bunny‘s, but they weren‘t rabbit ears. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
donkey ears.<br />
―Oh, wow,‖ Leo said. ―I didn‘t need to see that.‖<br />
―Terrible, isn‘t it?‖ Midas sighed. ―A few years after the golden touch incident, I judged a music contest<br />
between Apollo and Pan, and I declared Pan the winner. Apollo, sore loser, said I must have the ears of an ass,<br />
and voilà. This was my reward for being truthful. I tried to keep them a secret. Only my barber knew, but he<br />
couldn‘t help blabbing.‖ Midas pointed out another golden statue—a bald man in a toga, holding a pair of<br />
shears. ―That‘s him. He won‘t be telling anyone‘s secrets again.‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> king smiled. Suddenly he didn‘t strike Jason as a harmless old man in a bathrobe. His eyes had a<br />
merry glow to them—the look of a madman who knew he was mad, accepted his madness, and enjoyed it.<br />
―Yes, gold has many uses. I think that must be why I was brought back, eh Lit? To bankroll our patron.‖<br />
Lit nodded. ―That and my good sword arm.‖<br />
Jason glanced at his friends. Suddenly the air in the room seemed much colder.<br />
―So you do have a patron,‖ Jason said. ―You work for the giants.‖<br />
King Midas waved his hand dismissively. ―Well, I don‘t care for giants myself, of course. But even<br />
supernatural armies need to get paid. I do owe my patron a great debt. I tried to explain that to the last group<br />
that came through, but they were very unfriendly. Wouldn‘t cooperate at all.‖<br />
Jason slipped his hand into his pocket and grabbed his gold coin. ―<strong>The</strong> last group?‖<br />
―Hunters,‖ Lit snarled. ―Blasted girls from Artemis.‖<br />
Jason felt a spark of electricity—a literal spark—travel down his spine. He caught a whiff of electrical fire<br />
like he‘d just melted some of the springs in the sofa.<br />
His sister had been here.<br />
―When?‖ he demanded. ―What happened?‖<br />
Lit shrugged. ―Few days ago? I didn‘t get to kill them, unfortunately. <strong>The</strong>y were looking for some evil<br />
wolves, or something. Said they were following a trail, heading west. Missing demigod—I don‘t recall.‖<br />
Percy Jackson, Jason thought. Annabeth had mentioned the Hunters were looking for him. And in Jason‘s<br />
dream of the burned-out house in the redwoods, he‘d heard enemy wolves baying. Hera had called them her<br />
keepers. It had to be connected somehow.<br />
Midas scratched his donkey ears. ―Very unpleasant young ladies, those Hunters,‖ he recalled. ―<strong>The</strong>y<br />
absolutely refused to be turned into gold. Much of the security system outside I installed to keep that sort of<br />
thing from happening again, you know. I don‘t have time for those who aren‘t serious investors.‖<br />
Jason stood warily and glanced at his friends. <strong>The</strong>y got the message.