GROVER CAUSES A STAMPEDE

Distance was shorter in the Labyrinth. Still, by the time Rachel got us

back to Times Square, I felt like we'd pretty much run all the way from New

Mexico. We climbed out of the Marriott basement and stood on the sidewalk

in the bright summer daylight, squinting at the traffic and crowds.

I couldn't decide which seemed less real—New York or the crystal cave

where I'd watched a god die.

I led the way into an alley, where I could get a nice echo. Then I whistled

as loud as I could, five times.

A minute later, Rachel gasped. "They're beautiful!"

A flock of pegasi descended from the sky, swooping between the

skyscrapers. Blackjack was in the lead, followed by four of his white friends.

Yo, boss! He spoke in my mind. You lived!

"Yeah," I told him. "I'm lucky that way. Listen, we need a ride to camp

quick."

That's my specialty! Oh man, you got that Cyclops with you? Yo, Guido!

How's your back holding up?

The Pegasus Guido groaned and complained, but eventually he agreed to

carry Tyson. Everybody started saddling up—except Rachel.

"Well," she told me, "I guess this is it."

I nodded uncomfortably. We both knew she couldn't go to camp. I

glanced at Annabeth, who was pretending to be very busy with her Pegasus.

"Thanks, Rachel," I said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"I wouldn't have missed it. I mean, except for almost dying, and Pan…"

Her voice faltered.

"He said something about your father," I remembered. "What did he

mean?"

Rachel twisted the strap on her backpack. "My dad…My dad's job. He's

kind of a famous businessman."

"You mean…you're rich?"

"Well, yeah."

"So that's how you got the chauffeur to help us? You just said your dad's

name and—"

"Yes," Rachel cut me off. "Percy…my dad's a land developer. He flies all

over the world, looking for tracts of undeveloped land." She took a shaky

breath. "The wild. He—he buys it up. I hate it, but he plows it down and

builds ugly subdivisions and shopping centers. And now that I've seen

Pan…Pan's death—"

"Hey, you can't blame yourself for that."

"You don't know the worst of it. I—I don't like to talk about my family. I

didn't want you to know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," I said. "It's cool. Look, Rachel, you did awesome. You led us

through the maze. You were so brave. That's the only thing I'm going to

judge you on. I don't care what your dad does."

Rachel looked at me gratefully. "Well…if you ever feel like hanging out

with a mortal again…you could call me or something."

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

She knit her eyebrows. I guess I sounded unenthusiastic or something, but

that's not how I meant it. I just wasn't sure what to say with all my friends

standing around. And I guess my feelings had gotten pretty missed up the

last couple of days.

"I mean…I'd like that," I said.

"My number's not in the book," she said.

"I've got it."

"Still on your hand? No way."

"No. I kinda…memorized it."

Her smile came back slowly, but a lot happier. "See you later, Percy

Jackson. Go save the world for me, okay?"

She walked off down Seventh Avenue and disappeared into the crowds.

* * *

When I got back to the horses. Nico was having trouble. His Pegasus kept

shying away from him, reluctant to let him mount.

He smells like dead people! The Pegasus complained.

Hey now, Blackjack said. Come on, Porkpie. Lotsa demigods smell weird.

It ain't their fault. Oh—uh, I didn't mean you, boss.

"Go without me!" Nico said. "I don't want to go back to that camp

anyway."

"Nico," I said, "we need your help."

He folded his arms and scowled. Then Annabeth put her hand on his

shoulder.

"Nico," she said. "Please."

Slowly, his expression softened. "All right," he said reluctantly. "For you.

but I'm not staying."

I raised an eyebrow at Annabeth, like, How come all of a sudden Nico

listens to you? She stuck her tongue out at me.

At last we got everybody on a Pegasus. We shot into the air, and soon we

were over the East river with Long Island spread out before us.

* * *

We landed in the middle of the cabin area and were immediately met by

Chiron, the potbellied satyr Silenus, and a couple of Apollo cabin archers.

Chiron raised an eyebrow when he saw Nico, but if I expected him to be

surprised by our latest news about Quintus being Daedalus, or Kronos rising,

I was mistaken.

"I feared as much," Chiron said. "We must hurry. Hopefully you have

slowed down the Titan lord, but his vanguard will still be coming through.

They will be anxious for blood. Most of our defenders are already in place.

Come!"

"Wait a moment," Silenus demanded. "What of the search for Pan? You

are almost three weeks overdue, Grover Underwood! Your searcher's

license is revoked!"

Grover took a deep breath. He stood up straight and looked Silenus in the

eye. "Searcher's licenses don't matter any more. The great god Pan is dead.

He has passed on and left us his spirit."

"What?" Silenus's face turned bright red. "Sacrilege and lies! Grover

Underwood, I will have you exiled for speaking thus!"

"It's true," I said. "We were there when he died. All of us."

"Impossible! You are all liars! Nature-destroyers!"

Chiron studied Grover's face. "We will speak of this later."

"We will speak of it now!" Silenus said. "We must deal with this—"

"Silenus," Chiron cut in. "My camp is under attack. The matter of Pan has

waited two thousand years. I fear it will have to wait a bit longer. Assuming

we are still here this evening."

And on that happy note, he readied his bow and galloped toward the

woods, leaving us to follow as best we could.

* * *

It was the biggest military operation I'd ever seen at camp. Everyone was

at the clearing, dressed in full battle armor, but this time it wasn't for capture

the flag. The Hephaestus cabin had set up traps around the entrance to the

Labyrinth—razor wire, pits filled with pots of Greek fire, rows of sharpened

sticks to deflect a charge. Beckendorf was manning two catapults the size of

pickup trucks, already primed and aimed at Zeus's Fist. The Ares cabin was

on the front line, drilling in phalanx formation with Clarisse calling orders.

Apollo's and Hermes's cabins were scattered in the woods with bows ready.

Many had taken up positions in the trees. Even the dryads were armed with

bows, and the satyrs trotted around with wooden cudgels and shields made

of rough tree bark.

Annabeth went to join her brethren from the Athena cabin, who had set up

a command tent and were directing operations. A gray banner with an owl

fluttered outside the tent. Our security chief, Argus, stood guard at the door.

Aphrodite's children were running around straightening everybody's armor

and offering to comb the tangles out of our horsehair plumes. Even

Dionysus's kids had found something to do. The god himself was still

nowhere to be seen, but his two blond twin sons were running around

providing all the sweaty warriors with water bottles and juice boxes.

It looked like a pretty good setup, but Chiron muttered next to me. "It

isn't enough."

I thought about what I'd seen in the Labyrinth, all the monsters in

Antaeus's stadium, and the power of Kronos I'd felt of Mt. Tam. My heart

sank. Chiron was right, but it was all we could muster. For once I wished

Dionysus was here, but even if he had been, I didn't know if he could do

anything. When it came to war, gods were forbidden to interfere directly.

Apparently, the Titans didn't believe in restrictions like that.

Over at the edge of the clearing, Grover was talking to Juniper. She held

his hands while he told her our story. Green tears formed in her eyes as he

delivered the news about Pan.

Tyson helped the Hephaestus kids prepare the defenses. He picked up

boulders and piled them next to the catapults for firing.

"Stay with me, Percy," Chiron said. "When the fighting begins, I want

you to wait until we know what we're dealing with. You must go where we

most need reinforcements."

"I saw Kronos," I said, still stunned by the fact. "I looked straight into his

eyes. It was Luke…but it wasn't."

Chiron ran his fingers along his bowstring. "He had golden eyes, I would

guess. And in his presence, time seemed to turn to liquid."

I nodded. "How could he take over a mortal body?"

"I do not know, Percy. Gods have assumed the shapes of mortals for ages,

but to actually become one…to merge the divine form with the mortal. I

don't know how this could be done without Luke's form turning into ashes."

"Kronos said his body had been prepared."

"I shudder to think what that means. But perhaps it will limit Kronos's

power. For a time, at least, he is confined to a human form. It binds him

together. Hopefully it also restricts him."

"Chiron, if he leads the attack—"

"I do not think so, my boy. I would sense if he were drawing near. No

doubt he planned to, but I believe you inconvenienced him when you pulled

down his throne room on top of him." He looked at me reproachfully. "You

and your friend Nico, son of Hades."

A lump formed in my throat. "I'm sorry, Chiron. I know I should've told

you. It's just—"

Chiron raised his hand. "I understand why you did it, Percy. You felt

responsible. You sought to protect him. But, my boy, if we are to survive

this war, we must trust each other. We must…"

His voice wavered. The ground underneath us was trembling.

Everyone in the clearing stopped what they were doing. Clarisse barked a

single order: "Lock shields!"

Then the Titan lord's army exploded from the Labyrinth.

* * *

I mean I'd been in fights before, but this was a full-scale battle. The first

thing I saw were a dozen Laistrygonian giants erupting from the ground,

yelling so loudly my ears felt like bursting. They carried shields made from

flattened cars, and clubs that were tree trunks with rusty spikes bristling at

the end. One of the giants bellowed at the Ares phalanx, smashed it sideways

with his club, and the entire cabin was thrown aside, a dozen warriors tossed

to the wind like rag dolls.

"Fire!" Beckendorf yelled. The catapults swung into action. Two boulders

hurtled toward the giants. One deflected off a car shield with hardly a dent,

but the other caught a Laistrygonian in the chest, and the giant went down.

Apollo's archers fired a volley, dozens of arrows sticking in the thick armor

of the giants like porcupine quills. Several found chinks in armor, and some

of the giants vaporized at the touch of celestial bronze.

But just when it looked like the Laistrygonians were about to get

overwhelmed, the next wave surged out of the maze: thirty, maybe forty

dracaenae in full battle armor, wielding spears and nets. They dispersed in

all directions. Some hit the traps the Hephaestus cabin had laid. One got

struck on the spikes and became an easy target for archers. Another triggered

a trip wire, and pots of Greek fire exploded into green flames, engulfing

several of the snake women. But many more kept coming. Argus and

Athena's warriors rushed forward to meet them. I saw Annabeth draw a

sword and engage one of them. Nearby, Tyson was riding a giant. Somehow

he'd managed to climb onto the giant's back and was hitting him on the head

with a bronze shield—BONG! BONG! BONG!

Chiron calmly aimed arrow after arrow, taking down a monster with every

shot. But more enemies just kept climbing out of the maze. Finally a

hellhound—not Mrs. O'Leary—leaped out of the tunnel and barreled

straight toward the satyrs.

"GO!" Chiron yelled at me.

I drew Riptide and charged.

As I raced across the battlefield, I saw horrible things. An enemy halfblood was fighting with a son of Dionysus, but it wasn't much of a contest.

The enemy stabbed him in the arm then clubbed him over the head with the

butt of his sword, and Dionysus's son went down. Another enemy warrior

shot flaming arrows into the trees, sending our archers and dryads into a

panic.

A dozen dracaenae suddenly broke away from the main fight and

slithered down the path that led toward camp, like they knew where they

were going. If they got out, they could burn down the entire place,

completely unopposed.

The only person anywhere near was Nico di Angelo. He stabbed a

telekhine, and his black Stygian blade absorbed the monster's essence,

drinking its energy until there was nothing left but dust.

"Nico!" I yelled.

He looked where I was pointing, saw the serpent women, and

immediately understood.

He took a deep breath and held out his black sword. "Serve me," he called.

The earth trembled. A fissure opened in front of the dracaenae, and a

dozen undead warriors crawled from the earth—horrible corpses in military

uniforms from all different time periods—U.S. Revolutionaries, Roman

centurions, Napoleonic cavalry on skeletal horses. As one, they drew their

swords and engaged the dracaenae. Nico crumpled to his knees, but I didn't

have time to make sure he was okay.

I closed on the hellhound, which was now pushing the satyrs back toward

the woods. The beast snapped at one satyr, who danced out of its way, but

then it pounced on another who was too slow. The satyr's tree-bark shield

cracked as he fell.

"Hey!" I yelled.

The hellhound turned. It snarled at me and leaped. It would've clawed me

to pieces, but as I fell backward, my fingers closed around a clay jar—one of

Beckendorf's containers of Greek fire. I tossed it into the hellhound's maw,

and the creature went up in flames. I scrambled away, breathing heavily.

The satyr who'd gotten trampled wasn't moving. I rushed over to check

on him, but then I heard Grover's voice: "Percy!"

A forest fire had started. Flames roared within ten feet of Juniper's tree,

and Juniper and Grover were going nuts trying to save it. Grover played a

rain song on his pipes. Juniper desperately tried to beat out the flames with

her green shawl, but it was only making things worse.

I ran toward them, jumping past duels, weaving between the legs of giants.

The nearest water was the creek, half a mile away…but I had to do

something. I concentrated. There was a pull in my gut, a roar in my ears.

Then a wall of water came rushing through the trees. It doused the fire,

Juniper, Grover, and pretty much everything else.

Grover blew a spout of water. "Thanks, Percy!"

"No problem!" I ran back toward the fight, and Grover and Juniper

followed. Grover had a cudgel in his hand and Juniper held a stick—like an

old-fashioned whipping switch. She looked really angry, like she was going

to tan somebody's backside.

Just when it seemed like the battle had balanced out again—like we might

stand a chance—an unearthly shriek echoed out of the Labyrinth, a sound I

had heard before.

Kampê shot into the sky, her bat wings fully extended. She landed on the

top of Zeus's Fist and surveyed the carnage. Her face was filled with evil

glee. The mutant animal heads growled at her waist. Snakes hissed and

swirled around her legs. In her right hand she held a glittering ball of

thread—Ariadne's string—but she popped it into a lion's mouth at her waist

and drew her curved swords. The blades glowed green with poison. Kampê

screeched in triumph, and some of the campers screamed. Others tried to run

and got trampled by hellhounds or giants.

"Di Immortales!" Chiron yelled. He quickly aimed an arrow, but Kampê

seemed to sense his presence. She took flight with amazing speed, and

Chrion's arrow whizzed harmlessly past her head.

Tyson untangled himself from the giant whom he'd pummeled into

unconsciousness. He ran at our lines, shouting, "Stand! Do not run from her!

Flight!"

But then a hellhound leaped on him, and Tyson and the hound went

rolling away.

Kampê landed on the Athena command tent, smashing it flat. I ran after

her and found Annabeth at my side, keeping pace, her sword in her hand.

"This might be it," she said.

"Could be."

"Nice fighting with you, Seaweed Brain."

"Ditto."

Together we leaped into the monster's path. Kampê hissed and sliced at

us. I dodged, trying to distract her, while Annabeth went in for a strike, but

the monster seemed able to fight with both hands independently. She

blocked Annabeth's sword, and Annabeth had to jump back to avoid the

cloud of poison. Just being near the thing was like standing in an acid fog.

My eyes burned. My lungs couldn't get enough air. I knew we couldn't

stand our ground for more than a few seconds.

"Come on!" I shouted. "We need help!"

But no help came. Everyone was either down, or fighting for their lives,

or too scared to move forward. Three of Chiron's arrows sprouted from

Kampê's chest, but she just roared louder.

"Now!" Annabeth said.

Together we charged, dodged the monster's slashes, got inside her guard,

and almost…almost managed to stab Kampê in the chest, but a huge bear's

head lashed out from the monster's waist, and we had to stumble backward

to avoid getting bitten.

Slam!

My eyesight went black. The next thing I knew, Annnabeth and I were on

the ground. The monster had its forelegs on our chests, holding us down.

Hundreds of snakes slithered right above me, hissing like laughter. Kampê

raised her green-tinged swords, and I knew Annabeth and I were out of

options.

Then, behind me, something howled. A wall of darkness slammed into

Kampê, sending the monster sideways. And Mrs. O'Leary was standing over

us, snarling and snapping at Kampê.

"Good girl!" said a familiar voice. Daedalus was fighting his way out of

the Labyrinth, slashing down enemies left and right as he made his way

toward us. Next to him was someone else—a familiar giant, much taller than

the Laistrygonians, with a hundred rippling arms, each holding a huge chunk

of rock.

"Briares!" Tyson cried in wonder.

"Hail, little brother!" Briares bellowed. "Stand firm!"

And as Mrs. O'Leary leaped out of the way, the Hundred-Handed One

launched a volley of boulders at Kampê. The rocks seemed to enlarge as

they left Briares's hands. There were so many, it looked like half the earth

had learned to fly.

BOOOOOM!

Where Kampê had stood a moment before was a mountain of boulders,

almost as tall as Zeus's Fist. The only sign that the monster had ever existed

were two green sword points sticking through the cracks.

A cheer went up from the campers, but our enemies weren't done yet.

One of the dracaenae yelled, "Ssssslay them! Kill them all or Kronossss will

flay you alive!"

Apparently, that threat was more terrifying than we were. The giants

surged forward in a last desperate attempt. One surprised Chiron with a

glancing blow to the back legs, and he stumbled and fell. Six giants cried in

glee and rushed forward.

"No!" I screamed, but I was too far away to help.

Then it happened. Grover opened his mouth, and the most horrible sound

I'd ever heard came out. It was like a brass trumpet magnified a thousand

times—the sound of pure fear.

As one, the forces of Kronos dropped their weapons and ran for their lives.

The giants trampled the dracaenae trying to get into the Labyrinth first.

Telekhines and hellhounds and enemy half-bloods scrambled after them.

The tunnel rumbled shut, and the battle was over. The clearing was quiet

except for the fires burning in the woods, and the cries of the wounded.

I helped Annabeth to her feet. We ran to Chiron.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

He was lying on his side, trying in vain to get up. "How embarrassing," he

muttered. "I think I will be fine. Fortunately, we do not shoot centaurs with

broken… Ow! …broken legs.

"You need help," Annabeth said. "I'll get a medic from Apollo's cabin."

"No," Chiron insisted. "There are more serious injuries to attend to. Go! I

am fine. But, Grover…later we must talk about how you did that."

"That was amazing," I agreed.

Grover blushed. "I don't know where it came from."

Juniper hugged him fiercely. "I do!"

Before she could say more, Tyson called, "Percy, come quick! It is Nico!"

* * *

There was smoke curling off his black clothes. His fingers were clenched,

and the grass all around his body had turned yellow and died.

I rolled him over as gently as I could and put my against his chest. His

heart was beating faintly. "Get some nectar!" I yelled.

One of the Ares campers hobbled over and handed me a canteen. I

trickled some of the magic drink into Nico's mouth. He coughed and

spluttered, but his eyelids fluttered open.

"Nico, what happened?" I asked. "Can you talk?"

He nodded weakly. "Never tried to summon so many before. I—I'll be

fine."

We helped him sit up and gave him some more nectar. He blinked at all of

us, like he was trying to remember who we were, and then he focused on

someone behind me.

"Daedalus," he croaked.

"Yes, my boy," the inventor said. "I made a very bad mistake. I came to

correct it."

Daedalus had a few scratches that were bleeding golden oil, but he looked

better than most of us. Apparently his automaton body healed itself quickly.

Mrs. O'Leary loomed behind him, licking the wounds on her master's head

so Daedalus's hair stood up funny. Briares stood next to him, surrounded by

a group of awed campers and satyrs. He looked kind of bashful, but he was

signing autographs on armor, shields, and T-shirts.

"I found the Hundred-Handed One as I came through the maze," Daedalus

explained. "It seems he had the same idea, to come help, but he was lost.

And so we fell in together. We both came to make amends."

"Yay!" Tyson jumped up and down. "Briares! I knew you would come!"

"I did not know," the Hundred-Handed One said. "But you reminded me

who I am, Cyclops. You are the hero."

Tyson blushed, but I patted him on the back. "I knew that a long time

ago," I said. "But, Daedalus…the Titan army is still down there. Even

without the string, they'll be back. They'll find a way sooner or later, with

Kronos leading them."

Daedalus sheathed his sword. "You are right. As long as the Labyrinth is

here, your enemies can use it. Which is why the Labyrinth cannot continue."

Annabeth stared at him. "But you said the Labyrinth is tied to your life

force! As long as you're alive—"

"Yes, my young architect," Daedalus agreed. "When I die, the Labyrinth

will die as well. And so I have a present for you."

He slung a leather satchel off his back, unzipped it, and produced a sleek

silver laptop computer—one of the ones I'd seen in the workshop. On the lid

was the blue symbol ∆.

"My work is here," he said. "It's all I managed to save from the fire.

Notes on projects I never started. Some of my favorite designs. I couldn't

develop these over the last few millennia. I did not dare reveal my work to

the mortal world. But perhaps you will find it interesting."

He handed the computer to Annabeth, who stared at it like it was solid

gold. "You're giving me this? But this is priceless! This is worth…I don't

even know how much!"

"Small compensation for the way I have acted," Daedalus said. "You

were right, Annabeth, about children of Athena. We should be wise, and I

was not. Someday you will be a greater architect than I ever was. Take my

ideas and improve them. It is the least I can do before I pass on."

"Whoa," I said. "Pass on? But you can't just kill yourself. That's wrong."

He shook his head. "Not as wrong as hiding from my crimes for two

thousand years. Genius does not excuse evil, Percy. My time has come. I

must face my punishment."

"You won't get a fair trial," Annabeth said. "The spirit of Minos sits in

judgment—"

"I will take what comes," he said. "And trust in the justice of the

Underworld, such as it is. That is all we can do, isn't it?"

He looked straight at Nico, and Nico's face darkened.

"Yes," he said.

"Will you take my soul for ransom, then?" Daedalus asked. "You could

use it to reclaim your sister."

"No," Nico said. "I will help you release your spirit. But Bianca has

passed. She must stay where she is."

Daedalus nodded. "Well done, son of Hades. You are becoming wise."

Then he turned toward me. "One last favor, Percy Jackson. I cannot leave

Mrs. O'Leary alone. And she has no desire to return to the Underworld. Will

you care for her?"

I looked at the massive black hound, who whimpered pitifully, still

licking Daedalus's hair. I was thinking that my mom's apartment wouldn't

allow dogs, especially dogs bigger than the apartment, but I said, "Yeah. Of

course I will."

"Then I am ready to see my son…and Perdix," he said. "I must tell them

how sorry I am."

Annabeth had tears in her eyes.

Daedalus turned toward Nico, who drew his sword. At first I was afraid

Nico would kill the old inventor, but he simply said, "Your time is long

since come. Be released and rest."

A smile of relief spread across Daedalus's face. He froze like a statue. His

skin turned transparent, revealing the bronze gears and machinery whirring

inside his body. Then the statue turned to gray ash and disintegrated.

Mrs. O'Leary howled. I patted her head, trying to comfort her as best I

could. The earth rumbled—an earthquake that could probably be felt in

every major city across the country—as the ancient Labyrinth collapsed.

Somewhere, I hoped, the remains of the Titan's strike force had been buried.

I looked around at the carnage in the clearing, and the weary faces of my

friends.

"Come on," I told them. "We have work to do."