XXVIII - SO LONG, SISTER
THE SKY GREW DARKER.
"I've tried," Nico said miserably. "She won't answer."
"Try again," Percy said. "I've got a feeling she'll answer with me here."
"Why would she?"
"Because she's been sending me Iris-messages," Percy said. "She's been trying to warn me what you're up to, so I can protect you."
Nico shook his head. "That's impossible."
"One way to find out. You said you're not afraid." Percy turned to Eurytion. "We're going to need a pit, like a grave. And food and drinks."
"Percy," Annabeth warned. "I don't think this is a good—"
"All right," Nico said. "I'll try."
Eurytion scratched his beard. "There's a hole dug out back for a septic tank. We could use that. Cyclops boy, fetch my ice chest from the kitchen. I hope the dead like root beer."
They did their summons after dark, at a twenty-foot-long pit in front of the septic tank. The tank was bright yellow, with a smiley face and red words painted on the side: HAPPY FLUSH DISPOSAL CO.
The moon was full. Silver clouds drifted across the sky.
Valeria was scared. Seeing Bianca again after everything was really, really terrifying. And if the ritual went wrong...
"Minos should be here by now," Nico said, frowning. "It's full dark."
"Maybe he got lost," Percy said hopefully.
Nico poured root beer and tossed barbecue into the pit, then began chanting in Ancient Greek.
Immediately the bugs in the woods stopped chirping.Valeria felt death. She felt her skin grow cold and her hairs stand up. She hated it.
"Make him stop," Tyson whispered.
Then the first spirits appeared. Sulfurous mist seeped out of the ground. Shadows thickened into human forms. One blue shade drifted to the edge of the pit and knelt to drink.
"Stop him!" Nico said, momentarily breaking his chant. "Only Bianca may drink!"
Percy drew Riptide. The ghosts retreated with a collective hiss at the sight of the Celestial Bronze blade. But it was too late to stop the first spirit. He had already solidified into the shape of a bearded man in white robes. A circlet of gold wreathed his head, and even in death his eyes were alive with malice.
"Minos!" Nico said. "What are you doing?"
"My apologies, master," the ghost said, though he did not sound very sorry. "The sacrifice smelled so good, I couldn't resist." He examined his own hands and smiled. "It is good to see myself again. Almost in solid form—"
"You are disrupting the ritual!" Nico protested. "Get—"
The spirits of the dead began shimmering dangerously bright, and Nico had to take up the chant again to keep them at bay.
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