The Sea of Monsters(26)

My first thought was that he must’ve been taking a midnight jog down the beach and strayed inside the camp borders. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Regular mortals couldn’t enter the valley.

But maybe with the tree’s magic weakening he’d managed to slip in. But in the middle of the night?

And there was nothing around except farmland and state preserves. Where would this guy have jogged from?

“May I join you?” he asked. “I haven’t sat down in ages.”

Now, I know—a strange guy in the middle of the night. Common sense: I was supposed to run away, yell for help, etc. But the guy acted so calm about the whole thing that I found it hard to be afraid.

I said, “Uh, sure.”

He smiled. “Your hospitality does you credit. Oh, and Coca-Cola! May I?”

He sat at the other end of the blanket, popped a soda and took a drink. “Ah … that hits the spot. Peace and quiet at—”

A cell phone went off in his pocket.

The jogger sighed. He pulled out his phone and my eyes got big, because it glowed with a bluish light. When he extended the antenna, two creatures began writhing around it—green snakes, no bigger than earthworms.

The jogger didn’t seem to notice. He checked his LCD display and cursed. “I’ve got to take this. Just a sec …” Then into the phone: “Hello?”

He listened. The mini-snakes writhed up and down the antenna right next to his ear.

“Yeah,” the jogger said. “Listen—I know, but… I don’t care if he is chained to a rock with vultures pecking at his liver, if he doesn’t have a tracking number, we can’t locate his package…. A gift to humankind, great… You know how many of those we deliver—Oh, never mind. Listen, just refer him to Eris in customer service. I gotta go.”

He hung up. “Sorry. The overnight express business is just booming. Now, as I was saying—”

“You have snakes on your phone.”

“What? Oh, they don’t bite. Say hello, George and Martha.”

Hello, George and Martha, a raspy male voice said inside my head.

Don’t be sarcastic, said a female voice.

Why not? George demanded. I do all the real work.

“Oh, let’s not go into that again!” The jogger slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Now, where were we … Ah, yes. Peace and quiet.”

He crossed his ankles and stared up at the stars. “Been a long time since I’ve gotten to relax. Ever since the telegraph—rush, rush, rush. Do you have a favorite constellation, Percy?”

I was still kind of wondering about the little green snakes he’d shoved into his jogging shorts, but I said, “Uh, I like Hercules.”

“Why?”

“Well … because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better.”

The jogger chuckled. “Not because he was strong and famous and all that?”

“No.”

“You’re an interesting young man. And so, what now?”

I knew immediately what he was asking. What did I intend to do about the Fleece?

Before I could answer, Martha the snake’s muffled voice came from his pocket: I have Demeter on line two.

“Not now,” the jogger said. “Tell her to leave a message.”

She’s not going to like that. The last time you put her off, all the flowers in the floral delivery division wilted.

“Just tell her I’m in a meeting!” The jogger rolled his eyes. “Sorry again, Percy. You were saying …”

“Um … who are you, exactly?”

“Haven’t you guessed by now, a smart boy like you?”

Show him! Martha pleaded . I haven’t been full-size for months.

Don’t listen to her! George said. She just wants to show off!

The man took out his phone again. “Original form, please.”

The phone glowed a brilliant blue. It stretched into a three-foot-long wooden staff with dove wings sprouting out the top. George and Martha, now full-sized green snakes, coiled together around the middle. It was a caduceus, the symbol of Cabin Eleven.

My throat tightened. I realized who the jogger reminded me of with his elfish features, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes….

“You’re Luke’s father,” I said. “Hermes.”

The god pursed his lips. He stuck his caduceus in the sand like an umbrella pole. “‘Luke’s father.’ Normally, that’s not the first way people introduce me. God of thieves, yes. God of messengers and travelers, if they wish to be kind.”

God of thieves works, George said.

Oh, don’t mind George. Martha flicked her tongue at me. He’s just bitter because Hermes likes me best.

He does not!

Does too!

“Behave, you two,” Hermes warned, “or I’ll turn you back into a cell phone and set you on vibrate! Now, Percy, you still haven’t answered my question. What do you intend to do about the quest?”

“I—I don’t have permission to go.”

“No, indeed. Will that stop you?”

“I want to go. I have to save Grover.”

Hermes smiled. “I knew a boy once … oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really.”