"Theseus was such a cheater!" Sciron complained. "I don"t want to talk about him. I"m back from the dead now. Gaia promised me I could stay on the coastline and rob all the demiG.o.ds I wanted, and that"s what I"m going to do! Now ... where were we?"
"You were about to let us go," Hazel ventured.
"Hmm ..." Sciron said. "No, I"m pretty sure that wasn"t it. Ah, right! Money or your life. Where are your valuables? No valuables? Then I"ll have to "
"Wait," Hazel said. "I have our valuables. At least, I can get them."
Sciron pointed a flintlock at Jason"s head. "Well, then, my dear, hop to it, or my next shot will cut off more than your friend"s hair!"
Hazel hardly needed to concentrate. She was so anxious, the ground rumbled beneath her and immediately yielded a b.u.mper crop precious metals popping to the surface as though the earth was anxious to expel them.
She found herself surrounded by a knee-high mound of treasure Roman denarii, silver drachmas, ancient gold jewellery, glittering diamonds and topaz and rubies enough to fill several lawn bags.
Sciron laughed with delight. "How in the world did you do that?"
Hazel didn"t answer. She thought about all the coins that had appeared at the crossroads with Hecate. Here were even more centuries" worth of hidden wealth from every empire that had ever claimed this land Greek, Roman, Byzantine and so many others. Those empires were gone, leaving only a barren coastline for Sciron the bandit.
That thought made her feel small and powerless.
"Just take the treasure," she said. "Let us go."
Sciron chuckled. "Oh, but I did say all your valuables. I understand you"re holding something very special on that ship ... a certain ivory-and-gold statue about, say, forty feet tall?"
The sweat started to dry on Hazel"s neck, sending a shiver down her back.
Jason stepped forward. Despite the gun pointed at his face, his eyes were as hard as sapphires. "The statue isn"t negotiable."
"You"re right, it"s not!" Sciron agreed. "I must have it!"
"Gaia told you about it," Hazel guessed. "She ordered you to take it."
Sciron shrugged. "Maybe. But she told me I could keep it for myself. Hard to pa.s.s up that offer! I don"t intend to die again, my friends. I intend to live a long life as a very wealthy man!"
"The statue won"t do you any good," Hazel said. "Not if Gaia destroys the world."
The muzzles of Sciron"s pistols wavered. "Pardon?"
"Gaia is using you," Hazel said. "If you take that statue, we won"t be able to defeat her. She"s planning on wiping all mortals and demiG.o.ds off the face of the earth, letting her giants and monsters take over. So where will you spend your gold, Sciron? a.s.suming Gaia even lets you live."
Hazel let that sink in. She figured Sciron would have no trouble believing in double-crosses, being a bandit and all.
He was silent for a count of ten.
Finally his smile lines returned.
"All right!" he said. "I"m not unreasonable. Keep the statue."
Jason blinked. "We can go?"
"Just one more thing," Sciron said. "I always demand a show of respect. Before I let my victims leave, I insist that they wash my feet."
Hazel wasn"t sure she"d heard him right. Then Sciron kicked off his leather boots, one after the other. His bare feet were the most disgusting things Hazel had ever seen ... and she had seen some very disgusting things.
They were puffy, wrinkled and white as dough, as if they"d been soaking in formaldehyde for a few centuries. Tufts of brown hair sprouted from each misshapen toe. His jagged toenails were green and yellow, like a tortoise"s sh.e.l.l.
Then the smell hit her. Hazel didn"t know if her father"s Underworld palace had a cafeteria for zombies, but if it did that cafeteria would smell like Sciron"s feet.
"So!" Sciron wriggled his disgusting toes. "Who wants the left, and who wants the right?"
Jason"s face turned almost as white as those feet. "You"ve ... got to be kidding."
"Not at all!" Sciron said. "Wash my feet, and we"re done. I"ll send you back down the cliff. I promise on the River Styx."
He made that promise so easily, alarm bells rang in Hazel"s mind. Feet. Send you back down the cliff. Tortoise sh.e.l.l.
The story came back to her, all the missing pieces fitting into place. She remembered how Sciron killed his victims.
"Could we have a moment?" Hazel asked the bandit.
Sciron"s eyes narrowed. "What for?"
"Well, it"s a big decision," she said. "Left foot, right foot. We need to discuss."
She could tell he was smiling under the mask.
"Of course," he said. "I"m so generous you can have two minutes."
Hazel climbed out of her pile of treasure. She led Jason as far away as she dared about fifty feet down the cliff, which she hoped was out of earshot.
"Sciron kicks his victims off the cliff," she whispered.
Jason scowled. "What?"
"When you kneel down to wash his feet," Hazel said. "That"s how he kills you. When you"re off-balance, woozy from the smell of his feet, he"ll kick you over the edge. You"ll fall right into the mouth of his giant turtle."
Jason took a moment to digest that, so to speak. He glanced over the cliff, where the turtle"s ma.s.sive sh.e.l.l glinted just under the water.
"So we have to fight," Jason said.
"Sciron"s too fast," Hazel said. "He"ll kill us both."
"Then I"ll be ready to fly. When he kicks me over, I"ll float halfway down the cliff. Then when he kicks you, I"ll catch you."
Hazel shook her head. "If he kicks you hard and fast enough, you"ll be too dazed to fly. And, even if you can, Sciron"s got the eyes of a marksman. He"ll watch you fall. If you hover, he"ll just shoot you out of the air."
"Then ..." Jason clenched his sword hilt. "I hope you have another idea?"
A few feet away, Gale the weasel appeared from the bushes. She gnashed her teeth and peered at Hazel as if to say, Well? Do you?
Hazel calmed her nerves, trying to avoid pulling more gold from the ground. She remembered the dream she"d had of her father Pluto"s voice: The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.
She understood what she had to do. She hated the idea more than she hated that farting weasel, more than she hated Sciron"s feet.
"Unfortunately, yes," Hazel said. "We have to let Sciron win."
"What?" Jason demanded.
Hazel told him the plan.
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"FINALLY!" SCIRON CRIED. "That was much longer than two minutes!"
"Sorry," Jason said. "It was a big decision ... which foot."
Hazel tried to clear her mind and imagine the scene through Sciron"s eyes what he desired, what he expected.
That was the key to using the Mist. She couldn"t force someone to see the world her way. She couldn"t make Sciron"s reality appear less believable. But if she showed him what he wanted to see ... well, she was a child of Pluto. She"d spent decades with the dead, listening to them yearn for past lives that were only half-remembered, distorted by nostalgia.
The dead saw what they believed they would see. So did the living.
Pluto was the G.o.d of the Underworld, the G.o.d of wealth. Maybe those two spheres of influence were more connected than Hazel had realized. There wasn"t much difference between longing and greed.
If she could summon gold and diamonds, why not summon another kind of treasure a vision of the world people wanted to see?
Of course she could be wrong, in which case she and Jason were about to be turtle food.
She rested her hand on her jacket pocket, where Frank"s magical firewood seemed heavier than usual. She wasn"t just carrying his lifeline now. She was carrying the lives of the entire crew.
Jason stepped forward, his hands open in surrender. "I"ll go first, Sciron. I"ll wash your left foot."
"Excellent choice!" Sciron wriggled his hairy, corpse-like toes. "I may have stepped on something with that foot. It felt a little squishy inside my boot. But I"m sure you"ll clean it properly."
Jason"s ears reddened. From the tension in his neck, Hazel could tell that he was tempted to drop the charade and attack one quick slash with his Imperial gold blade. But Hazel knew if he tried, he would fail.
"Sciron," she broke in, "do you have water? Soap? How are we supposed to wash "
"Like this!" Sciron spun his left flintlock. Suddenly it became a squirt bottle with a rag. He tossed it to Jason.
Jason squinted at the label. "You want me to wash your feet with gla.s.s cleaner?"
"Of course not!" Sciron knitted his eyebrows. "It says multi-surface cleanser. My feet definitely qualify as multi-surface. Besides, it"s antibacterial. I need that. Believe me, water won"t do the trick on these babies."
Sciron wiggled his toes, and more zombie cafe odour wafted across the cliffs.
Jason gagged. "Oh, G.o.ds, no ..."
Sciron shrugged. "You can always choose what"s in my other hand." He hefted his right flintlock.
"He"ll do it," Hazel said.
Jason glared at her, but Hazel won the staring contest.
"Fine," he muttered.
"Excellent! Now ..." Sciron hopped to the nearest chunk of limestone that was the right size for a footstool. He faced the water and planted his foot, so he looked like some explorer who"d just claimed a new country. "I"ll watch the horizon while you scrub my bunions. It"ll be much more enjoyable."
"Yeah," Jason said. "I bet."
Jason knelt in front of the bandit, at the edge of the cliff where he was an easy target. One kick and he"d topple over.
Hazel concentrated. She imagined she was Sciron, the lord of bandits. She was looking down at a pathetic blond-haired kid who was no threat at all just another defeated demiG.o.d about to become his victim.
In her mind, she saw what would happen. She summoned the Mist, calling it from the depths of the earth the way she did with gold or silver or rubies.
Jason squirted the cleaning fluid. His eyes watered. He wiped Sciron"s big toe with his rag and turned aside to gag. Hazel could barely watch. When the kick happened, she almost missed it.
Sciron slammed his foot into Jason"s chest. Jason tumbled backwards over the edge, his arms flailing, screaming as he fell. When he was about to hit the water, the turtle rose up and swallowed him in one bite, then sank below the surface.
Alarm bells sounded on the Argo II. Hazel"s friends scrambled on deck, manning the catapults. Hazel heard Piper wailing all the way from the ship.
It was so disturbing that Hazel almost lost her focus. She forced her mind to split into two parts one intensely focused on her task, one playing the role Sciron needed to see.
She screamed in outrage. "What did you do?"
"Oh, dear ..." Sciron sounded sad, but Hazel got the impression he was hiding a grin under his bandanna. "That was an accident, I a.s.sure you."
"My friends will kill you now!"
"They can try," Sciron said. "But in the meantime I think you have time to wash my other foot! Believe me, my dear. My turtle is full now. He doesn"t want you too. You"ll be quite safe, unless you refuse."
He levelled the flintlock pistol at her head.
She hesitated, letting him see her anguish. She couldn"t agree too easily, or he wouldn"t think she was beaten.