Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth

by Rick Riordan

  ‘You can’t have that, Nico,’ Bianca told him gently.

  ‘I’m the son of Hades! I can.’

  ‘Don’t try,’ she said. ‘If you love me, don’t…’

  Her voice trailed off. Spirits had started to gather around us again, and they seemed agitated. Their shadows shifted. Their voices whispered, Danger!

  ‘Tartarus stirs,’ Bianca said. ‘Your power draws the attention of Kronos. The dead must return to the Underworld. It is not safe for us to remain.’

  ‘Wait,’ Nico said. ‘Please –’

  ‘Goodbye, Nico,’ Bianca said. ‘I love you. Remember what I said.’

  Her form shivered and the ghosts disappeared, leaving us alone with a pit, a HAPPY FLUSH septic tank and a cold full moon.

  None of us were anxious to travel that night, so we decided to wait until morning. Grover and I crashed on the leather couches in Geryons living room, which was a lot more comfortable than a bedroll in the maze, but it didn’t make my nightmares any better.

  I dreamed I was with Luke, walking through the dark palace on top of Mount Tarn. It was a real building now – not some half-finished illusion like I’d seen last winter. Green fires burned in braziers along the walls. The floor was polished black marble. A cold wind blew down the hallway, and above us through the open ceiling the sky swirled with grey storm clouds.

  Luke was dressed for battle. He wore camouflage combats, a white T-shirt and a bronze breastplate, but his sword, Backbiter, wasn’t at his side – only an empty scabbard. We walked into a large courtyard where dozens of warriors and iracaenae were preparing for war. When they saw him, the demigods rose to attention. They beat their swords against their shields.

  ‘Issss it time, my lord?’ a iracaena asked.

  ‘Soon,’ Luke promised. ‘Continue your work.’

  ‘My lord,’ a voice said behind him. Kelli the empousa was smiling at him. She wore a blue dress tonight, and looked wickedly beautiful. Her eyes flickered – sometimes dark brown, sometimes pure red. Her hair was braided down her back and seemed to catch the light of the torches, as if it were anxious to turn back into pure flame.

  My heart was pounding. I waited for Kelli to see me, to chase me out of the dream as she had before, but this time she didn’t seem to notice me.

  ‘You have a visitor,’ she told Luke. She stepped aside, and even Luke seemed stunned by what he saw.

  The monster Kampê towered above him. Her snakes hissed around her legs. Animal heads growled at her waist. Her swords were drawn, shimmering with poison, and with her bat wings extended, she took up the entire corridor.

  ‘You,’ Luke’s voice sounded a little shaky. ‘I told you to stay on Alcatraz.’

  Kampê’s eyelids blinked sideways like a reptile’s. She spoke in that weird rumbling language, but this time I understood, somewhere in the back of my mind: I come to serve. Give me revenge.

  ‘You’re a jailer,’ Luke said. ‘Your job –’

  I will have them dead. No one escapes me.

  Luke hesitated. A line of sweat trickled down the side of his face. ‘Very well,’ he said. ‘You will go with us. You may carry Ariadne’s string. It is a position of great honour.’

  Kampê hissed at the stars. She sheathed her swords and turned, pounding down the hallway on her enormous dragon legs.

  ‘We should have left that one in Tartarus,’ Luke mumbled. ‘She is too chaotic. Too powerful.’

  Kelli laughed softly. ‘You should not fear power, Luke. Use it!’

  ‘The sooner we leave, the better,’ Luke said. ‘I want this over with.’

  ‘Aww,’ Kelli sympathized, running a finger down his arm. ‘You find it unpleasant to destroy your old camp?’

  ‘I didn’t say that.’

  ‘You’re not having second thoughts about your own, ah, special part?’

  Luke’s face turned stony. ‘I know my duty.’

  ‘That is good,’ the demon said. ‘Is our strike force sufficient, do you think? Or will I need to call Mother Hecate for help?’

  ‘We have more than enough,’ Luke said grimly. ‘The deal is almost complete. All I need now is to negotiate safe passage through the arena.’

  ‘Mmm,’ Kelli said. ‘That should be interesting. I would hate to see your handsome head on a spike if you fail.’

  ‘I will not fail. And you, demon, don’t you have other matters to attend to?’

  ‘Oh, yes,’ Kelli smiled. ‘I am bringing despair to our eavesdropping enemies. I am doing that right now.’

  She turned her eyes directly on me, exposed her talons and ripped through my dream.

  Suddenly I was in a different place.

  I stood at the top of a stone tower, overlooking rocky cliffs and the ocean below. The old man Daedalus was hunched over a worktable, wrestling with some kind of navigational instrument, like a huge compass. He looked years older than when I’d last seen him. He was stooped and his hands were gnarled. He cursed in Ancient Greek and squinted as if he couldn’t see his work, even though it was a sunny day.

  ‘Uncle!’ a voice called.

  A smiling boy about Nico’s age came bounding up the steps, carrying a wooden box.

  ‘Hello, Perdix,’ the old man said, though his tone sounded cold. ‘Done with your projects already?’

  ‘Yes, Uncle. They were easy!’

  Daedalus scowled. ‘Easy? The problem of moving water uphill without a pump was easy?’

  ‘Oh, yes! Look!’

  The boy dumped his box and rummaged through the junk. He came up with a strip of papyrus and showed the old inventor some diagrams and notes. They didn’t make any sense to me, but Daedalus nodded grudgingly. ‘I see. Not bad.’

  ‘The king loved it!’ Perdix said. ‘He said I might be even smarter than you!’

  ‘Did he now?’

  ‘But I don’t believe that. I’m so glad Mother sent me to study with you! I want to know everything you do.’

  ‘Yes,’ Daedalus muttered. ‘So when I die, you can take my place, eh?’

  The boy’s eyes widened. ‘Oh no, Uncle! But I’ve been thinking… why does a man have to die, anyway?’

  The inventor scowled. ‘It is the way of things, lad. Everything dies but the gods.

  ‘But why?’ the boy insisted. ‘If you could capture the animus, the soul in another form… Well, you’ve told me about your automatons, Uncle. Bulls, eagles, dragons, horses of bronze. Why not a bronze form for a man?’

  ‘No, my boy,’ Daedalus said sharply. ‘You are naive. Such a thing is impossible.’

  ‘I don’t think so,’ Perdix insisted. ‘With the use of a little magic –’

  ‘Magic? Bah!’

  ‘Yes, Uncle! Magic and mechanics together – with a little work, one could make a body that would look exactly human, only better. I’ve made some notes.’

  He handed the old man a thick scroll. Daedalus unfurled it. He read for a long time. His eyes narrowed. He glanced at the boy, then closed the scroll and cleared his throat. ‘It would never work, my boy. When you’re older, you’ll see.’

  ‘Can I fix that astrolabe, then, Uncle? Are your joints swelling up again?’

  The old man’s jaw clenched. ‘No. Thank you. Now why don’t you run along?’

  Perdix didn’t seem to notice the old man’s anger. He snatched a bronze beetle from his mound of stuff and ran to the edge of the tower. A low sill ringed the rim, coming just up to the boy’s knees. The wind was strong.

  Move back, I wanted to tell him. But my voice didn’t work.

  Perdix wound up the beetle and tossed it into the sky. It spread its wings and hummed away. Perdix laughed with delight.

  ‘Smarter than me,’ Daedalus mumbled, too softly for the boy to hear.

  ‘Is it true your son died flying, Uncle? I heard you made him enormous wings, but they failed.’

  Daedalus’s hands clenched. ‘Take my place,’ he muttered.

  The wind whipped around the boy, tugging at his clothes, making his hair r
ipple.

  ‘I would like to fly,’ Perdix said. Td make my own wings that wouldn’t fail. Do you think I could?’

  Maybe it was a dream within my dream, but suddenly I imagined the two-headed god Janus shimmering in the air next to Daedalus, smiling as he tossed a silver key from hand to hand. Choose, he whispered to the old inventor. Choose.

  Daedalus picked up another one of the boy’s metal bugs. The inventor’s old eyes were red with anger.

  ‘Perdix,’ he called. ‘Catch.’

  He tossed the bronze beetle towards the boy. Delighted, Perdix tried to catch it, but the throw was too long. The beetle sailed into open sky, and Perdix reached a little too far. The wind caught him.

  Somehow he managed to grab the rim of the tower with his fingers as he fell. ‘Uncle!’ he screamed. ‘Help me!’

  The old man’s face was a mask. He did not move from his spot.

  ‘Go on, Perdix,’ Daedalus said softly. ‘Make your own wings. Be quick about it.’

  ‘Uncle!’ the boy cried as he lost his grip. He tumbled towards the sea.

  There was a moment of deadly silence. The god Janus flickered and disappeared. Then thunder shook the sky. A woman’s stern voice spoke from above: You will pay the price for that, Daedalus.

  I’d heard that voice before. It was Annabeth’s mother: Athena.

  Daedalus scowled up at the heavens. ‘I have always honoured you, Mother. I have sacrificed everything to follow your way.’

  Yet the boy had my blessing as well. And you have killed him. For that, you must pay.

  ‘I’ve paid and paid!’ Daedalus growled. ‘I’ve lost everything. I’ll suffer in the Underworld, no doubt. But in the meantime…

  He picked up the boy’s scroll, studied it for a moment and slipped it into his sleeve.

  You do not understand, Athena said coldly. You will pay now and forever.

  Suddenly Daedalus collapsed in agony. I felt what he felt. A searing pain closed around my neck like a molten-hot collar – cutting off my breath, making everything go black.

  I woke in the dark, my hands clutching at my throat.

  ‘Percy?’ Grover called from the other sofa. Are you okay?’

  I steadied my breathing. I wasn’t sure how to answer. I’d just watched the guy we were looking for, Daedalus, murder his own nephew. How could I be okay? The television was going. Blue light flickered through the room.

  ‘What – what time is it?’ I croaked.

  ‘Two in the morning,’ Grover said. ‘I couldn’t sleep. I was watching the Nature Channel.’ He sniffled. ‘I miss Juniper.’

  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. ‘Yeah, well… you’ll see her again soon.’

  Grover shook his head sadly. ‘Do you know what day it is, Percy? I just saw it on TV. It’s June thirteenth. Seven days since we left camp.’

  ‘What?’ I said. ‘That can’t be right.’

  ‘Time is faster in the Labyrinth,’ Grover reminded me. ‘The first time you and Annabeth went down there, you thought you were only gone a few minutes, right? But it was an hour.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Right.’ Then it dawned on me what he was saying, and my throat felt searing hot again. ‘Your deadline with the Council of Cloven Elders.’

  Grover put the TV remote in his mouth and crunched off the end of it. ‘I’m out of time,’ he said with a mouthful of plastic. As soon as I go back, they’ll take away my searcher’s licence. I’ll never be allowed to go out again.’

  ‘We’ll talk to them,’ I promised. ‘Make them give you more time.’

  Grover swallowed. ‘They’ll never go for it. The world is dying, Percy. Every day it gets worse. The wild… I can just feel it fading. I have to find Pan.’

  ‘You will, man. No doubt.’

  Grover looked at me with sad goat eyes. ‘You’ve always been a good friend, Percy. What you did today – saving the ranch animals from Geryon – that was amazing. I – I wish I could be more like you.’

  ‘Hey,’ I said. ‘Don’t say that. You’re just as much a hero –’

  ‘No, I’m not. I keep trying, but…’ He sighed. ‘Percy, I can’t go back to camp without finding Pan. I just can’t. You understand that, don’t you? I cant face Juniper if I fail. I cant even face myself.

  His voice was so unhappy, it hurt to hear. We’d been through a lot together, but I’d never heard him sound this down.

  ‘We’ll figure out something,’ I said. ‘You haven’t failed. You’re the champion goat boy, all right? Juniper knows that. So do I.’

  Grover closed his eyes. ‘Champion goat boy,’ he muttered dejectedly.

  A long time after he had dozed off, I was still awake, watching the blue light of the Nature Channel wash over the stuffed trophy heads on Geryon’s walls.

  The next morning we walked down to the cattle grid and said our goodbyes.

  ‘Nico, you could come with us,’ I blurted out. I guess I was thinking about my dream, and how much the young boy Perdix reminded me of Nico.

  He shook his head. I don’t think one of us had slept well in the demon ranch house, but Nico looked worse than anybody else. His eyes were red and his face chalky. He was wrapped in a black robe that must’ve belonged to Geryon, because it was three sizes too big even for a grown man.

  ‘I need time to think.’ His eyes wouldn’t meet mine, but I could tell from his tone he was still angry. The fact that his sister had come out of the Underworld for me and not for him didn’t seem to sit well with him.

  ‘Nico,’ Annabeth said. ‘Bianca just wants you to be okay.’

  She put her hand on his shoulder, but he pulled away and trudged up the road towards the ranch house. Maybe it was my imagination, but the morning mist seemed to cling to him as he walked.

  ‘I’m worried about him,’ Annabeth told me. ‘If he starts talking to Minos’s ghost again –’

  ‘He’ll be all right,’ Eurytion promised. The cowherd had cleaned up nicely. He was wearing new jeans and a clean Western shirt and he’d even trimmed his beard. He’d put on Geryon’s boots. ‘The boy can stay here and gather his thoughts as long as he wants. He’ll be safe, I promise.’

  ‘What about you?’ I asked.

  Eurytion scratched Or thus behind one chin, then the other. ‘Things are going to be run a little different on this ranch from now on. No more sacred cattle meat. I’m thinking about soya-bean patties. And I’m going to befriend those flesh-eating horses. Might just sign up for the next rodeo.’

  The idea made me shudder. ‘Well, good luck.’

  ‘Yep.’ Eurytion spat into the grass. ‘I reckon you’ll be looking for Daedalus’s workshop now?’

  Annabeth’s eyes lit up. ‘Can you help us?’

  Eurytion studied the cattle grid, and I got the feeling the subject of Daedalus’s workshop made him uncomfortable. ‘Don’t know where it is. But Hephaestus probably would.’

  ‘That’s what Hera said,’ Annabeth agreed. ‘But how do we find Hephaestus?’

  Eurytion pulled something from under the collar of his shirt. It was a necklace – a smooth silver disc on a silver chain. The disc had a depression on the middle, like a thumbprint. He handed it to Annabeth.

  ‘Hephaestus comes here from time to time,’ Eurytion said. ‘Studies the animals and such so he can make bronze automaton copies. Last time, I – uh – did him a favour. A little trick he wanted to play on my dad, Ares, and Aphrodite. He gave me that chain in gratitude. Said if I ever needed to find him, the disc would lead me to his forges. But only once.’

  And you’re giving it to me?’ Annabeth asked.

  Eurytion blushed. ‘I don’t need to see the forges, miss. Got enough to do here. Just press the button and you’ll be on your way.’

  Annabeth pressed the button and the disc sprang to life. It grew eight metallic legs. Annabeth shrieked and dropped it, much to Eurytion’s confusion.

  ‘Spider!’ she screamed.

  ‘She’s, um, a little scared of spiders,’ Grover explained. ‘That
old grudge between Athena and Arachne.’

  ‘Oh.’ Eurytion looked embarrassed. ‘Sorry, miss.’

  The spider scrambled to the cattle grid and disappeared between the bars.

  ‘Hurry,’ I said. ‘That thing’s not going to wait for us.’

  Annabeth wasn’t anxious to follow, but we didn’t have much choice. We said our goodbyes to Eurytion, Tyson pulled the cattle grid off the hole and we dropped back into the maze.

  I wish I could’ve put the mechanical spider on a leash. It scuttled along the tunnels so fast that most of time I couldn’t even see it. If it hadn’t been for Tyson’s and Grover’s excellent hearing, we never would’ve known which way it was going.

  We ran down a marble tunnel, then dashed to the left and almost fell into an abyss. Tyson grabbed me and hauled me back before I could fall. The tunnel continued in front of us, but there was no floor for about thirty metres, just gaping darkness and a series of iron rungs in the ceiling. The mechanical spider was about halfway across, swinging from bar to bar by shooting out metal web fibre.

  ‘Monkey bars,’ Annabeth said. ‘I’ll great at these.’

  She leaped onto the first rung and started swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of ummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.

  Annabeth got to the opposite side and ran after the spider. I followed. When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?). The big guy made it across in three swings, which was a good thing since, just as he landed, the last iron bar ripped free under his weight.

  We kept moving and passed a skeleton crumpled in the tunnel. It wore the remains of a dress shirt, trousers and a tie. The spider didn’t slow down. I slipped on a pile of wood scraps, but when I shone a light on them I realized they were pencils – hundreds of them, all broken in half.

  The tunnel opened up into a large room. A blazing light hit us. Once my eyes adjusted, the first thing I noticed were the skeletons. Dozens littered the floor around us. Some were old and bleached white. Others were more recent and a lot grosser. They didn’t smell quite as bad as Geryon’s stables, but almost.

  Then I saw the monster. She stood on a glittery dais on the opposite side of the room. She had the body of a huge lion and the head of a woman. She would’ve been pretty, but her hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore too much makeup, so she kind of reminded me of my third-grade choir teacher. She had a blue ribbon badge pinned to her chest that took me a moment to read: THIS MONSTER HAS BEEN RATED EXEMPLARY!