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The strange thing was, <strong>the</strong> closer <strong>the</strong>y got to 1 August, <strong>the</strong> more upbeat his friends acted. Or maybe<br />
upbeat wasn’t <strong>the</strong> right word. They seemed to be pulling toge<strong>the</strong>r for <strong>the</strong> final lap – aware that <strong>the</strong><br />
next two days would make or break <strong>the</strong>m. There was no point moping around when you faced<br />
imminent death. The end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world made gelato taste a lot better.<br />
Of course, <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crew hadn’t been down in <strong>the</strong> stables with Leo, talking with <strong>the</strong> victory<br />
goddess Nike over <strong>the</strong> past three days …<br />
Piper set down her ice-cream cup. ‘So, <strong>the</strong> island <strong>of</strong> Delos is right across <strong>the</strong> harbour. Artemis and<br />
Apollo’s home turf. Who’s going?’<br />
‘Me,’ Leo said immediately.<br />
Everybody stared at him.<br />
‘What?’ Leo demanded. ‘I’m diplomatic and stuff. Frank and Hazel volunteered to back me up.’<br />
‘We did?’ Frank lowered his half-eaten apple. ‘I mean … sure we did.’<br />
Hazel’s gold eyes flashed in <strong>the</strong> sunlight. ‘Leo, did you have a dream about this or something?’<br />
‘Yes,’ Leo blurted. ‘Well … no. Not exactly. But … you got to trust me on this, guys. I need to talk<br />
to Apollo and Artemis. I’ve got an idea I need to bounce <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong>m.’<br />
Annabeth frowned. She looked like she might object, but Jason spoke up.<br />
‘If Leo has an idea,’ he said, ‘we need to trust him.’<br />
Leo felt guilty about that, especially considering what his idea was, but he mustered a smile.<br />
‘Thanks, man.’<br />
Percy shrugged. ‘Okay. But a word <strong>of</strong> advice: when you see Apollo, don’t mention haiku.’<br />
Hazel knitted her eyebrows. ‘Why not? Isn’t he <strong>the</strong> god <strong>of</strong> poetry?’<br />
‘Just trust me.’<br />
‘Got it.’ Leo rose to his feet. ‘And, guys, if <strong>the</strong>y have a souvenir shop on Delos, I’m totally bringing<br />
you back some Apollo and Artemis bobbleheads!’<br />
Apollo didn’t seem to be in <strong>the</strong> mood for haiku. He wasn’t selling bobbleheads, ei<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Frank had turned into a giant eagle to fly to Delos, but Leo hitched a ride with Hazel on Arion’s<br />
back. No <strong>of</strong>fence to Frank, but after <strong>the</strong> fiasco at Fort Sumter Leo had become a conscientious<br />
objector to riding giant eagles. He had a one hundred percent failure rate.<br />
They found <strong>the</strong> island deserted, maybe because <strong>the</strong> seas were too choppy for <strong>the</strong> tourist boats. The<br />
windswept hills were barren except for rocks, grass and wildflowers – and, <strong>of</strong> course, a bunch <strong>of</strong><br />
crumbling temples. The rubble was probably very impressive, but, ever since Olympia, Leo had been<br />
on ancient ruins overload. He was so done with white marble columns. He wanted to get back to <strong>the</strong><br />
U.S., where <strong>the</strong> oldest buildings were <strong>the</strong> public schools and Ye Olde McDonald’s.<br />
They walked down an avenue lined with white stone lions, <strong>the</strong> faces wea<strong>the</strong>red almost featureless.<br />
‘It’s eerie,’ Hazel said.<br />
‘You sense any ghosts?’ Frank asked.<br />
She shook her head. ‘The lack <strong>of</strong> ghosts is eerie. Back in ancient times, Delos was sacred ground.<br />
No mortal was allowed to be born here or die here. There are literally no mortal spirits on this whole<br />
island.’