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Those sunken eyes seemed to bore right through Jason’s disguise.
    Antinous waved dismissively. ‘He’s a Roman demigod. Lost his legion’s eagle in … Alaska, was it? Doesn’t matter.Gaia lets him hang around. He insists he has some insight into defeating Camp Jupiter. But you, Iros – you still haven’t answered my question. Why should
you
be welcome among us?’
    Varus’s dead eyes had unnerved Jason. He could feel the Mist thinning around him, reacting to his uncertainty.
    Suddenly Annabeth appeared at Antinous’s shoulder. ‘More wine, my lord? Oops!’
    She spilled the contents of a silver pitcher down the back of Antinous’s neck.
    ‘Gahh!’ The ghoul arched his spine. ‘Foolish girl! Who let you back from Tartarus?’
    ‘A Titan, my lord.’ Annabeth dipped her head apologetically. ‘May I bring you some moist towelettes? Your arrow is dripping.’
    ‘Begone!’
    Annabeth caught Jason’s eye – a silent message of support – then she disappeared in the crowd.
    The ghoul wiped himself off, giving Jason a chance to collect his thoughts.
    He was Iros … former messenger of the suitors. Why would he be here? Why should they accept him?
    He picked up the nearest steak knife and stabbed it into the table, making the ghosts around him jump.
    ‘Why should you welcome me?’ Jason growled. ‘Because I’m still running messages, you stupid wretches! I’ve just come from the House of Hades to see what you’re up to!’
    That last part was true, and it seemed to give Antinous pause. The ghoul glared at him, wine still dripping from thearrow shaft in his throat. ‘You expect me to believe Gaia sent you – a beggar – to check up on us?’
    Jason laughed. ‘I was among the last to leave Epirus before the Doors of Death were closed! I saw the chamber where Clytius stood guard under a domed ceiling tiled with tombstones. I walked the jewel-and-bone floors of the Necromanteion!’
    That was also true. Around the table, ghosts shifted and muttered.
    ‘So, Antinous …’ Jason jabbed a finger at the ghoul. ‘Maybe
you
should explain to me why
you’re
worthy of Gaia’s favour. All I see is a crowd of lazy, dawdling dead folk enjoying themselves and not helping the war effort. What should I tell the Earth Mother?’
    From the corner of his eye, Jason saw Piper flash him an approving smile. Then she returned her attention to a glowing purple Greek dude who was trying to make her sit on his lap.
    Antinous wrapped his hand around the steak knife Jason had impaled in the table. He pulled it free and studied the blade. ‘If you come from Gaia, you must know we are here under orders. Porphyrion decreed it.’ Antinous ran the knife blade across his palm. Instead of blood, dry dirt spilled from the cut. ‘You do know Porphyrion … ?’
    Jason struggled to keep his nausea under control. He remembered Porphyrion just fine from their battle at the Wolf House. ‘The giant king – green skin, forty feet tall, white eyes, hair braided with weapons. Of course I know him. He’s a lot more impressive than
you
.’
    He decided not to mention that the last time he’d seen the giant king, Jason had blasted him in the head with lightning.
    For once, Antinous looked speechless, but his bald ghost friend Eurymachus put an arm around Jason’s shoulders.
    ‘Now, now, friend!’ Eurymachus smelled like sour wine and burning electrical wires. His ghostly touch made Jason’s ribcage tingle. ‘I’m sure we didn’t mean to question your credentials! It’s just, well, if you’ve spoken with Porphyrion in Athens, you
know
why we’re here. I assure you, we’re doing exactly as he ordered!’
    Jason tried to mask his surprise.
Porphyrion in Athens.
    Gaia had promised to pull up the gods by their roots. Chiron, Jason’s mentor at Camp Half-Blood, had assumed that meant that the giants would try to rouse the earth goddess at the original Mount Olympus. But now …
    ‘The Acropolis ,’ Jason said. ‘The most ancient