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More lights glowed in the woods, and, weirdest of all, a fire flickered in the attic window of The Big House, where the Oracle dwelt, imprisoned in an old mummified body. I wondered if the spirit of Delphiwas roasting marshmallows up there or something.

The Hunters all groaned. Apparently they'd met Apollo before.
He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

"Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool."

“Your former friend Luke,” Poseidon corrected. “He once promised things like that. He was Hermes’s pride and joy. Just bear that in mind, Percy. Even the bravest can fall.”