Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (41 page)

For a terrible moment, there was silence. Then Annabeth shouted, ‘You haven’t learned to throw any better, either!’

Polyphemus howled. ‘Come here! Let me kill you, Nobody!’

‘You can’t kill Nobody, you stupid oaf,’ she taunted. ‘Come find me!’

Polyphemus barrelled down the hill towards her voice.

Now, the ‘Nobody’ thing wouldn’t have made sense to anybody, but Annabeth had explained to me that it was the name Odysseus had used to trick Polyphemus centuries ago, right before he poked the Cyclops’s eye out with a large hot stick. Annabeth had figured Polyphemus would still have a grudge about that name, and she was right. In his frenzy to find his old enemy, he forgot about resealing the cave entrance. Apparently, he didn’t even stop to consider that Annabeth’s voice was female, whereas the first Nobody had been male. On the other hand, he’d wanted to marry Grover, so he couldn’t have been all that bright about the whole male/female thing.

I just hoped Annabeth could stay alive and keep distracting him long enough for me to find Grover and Clarisse.

I dropped off my ride, patted Widget on the head, and apologized. I searched the main room, but there was no sign of Grover or Clarisse. I pushed through the crowd of sheep and goats towards the back of the cave.

Even though I’d dreamed about this place, I had a hard time finding my way through the maze. I ran down corridors littered with bones, past rooms full of sheepskin rugs and life-size cement sheep that I recognized as the work of Medusa. There were collections of sheep T-shirts; large tubs of lanolin cream; and woolly coats, socks and hats with rams’ horns. Finally, I found the spinning room, where Grover was huddled in the corner, trying to cut Clarisse’s bonds with a pair of safety scissors.

‘It’s no good,’ Clarisse said. ‘This rope is like iron!’

‘Just a few more minutes!’

‘Grover,’ she cried, exasperated. ‘You’ve been working at it for hours!’

And then they saw me.

‘
Percy?
’ Clarisse said. ‘You’re supposed to be blown up!’

‘Good to see you, too. Now hold still while I –’

‘Perrrrrcy!’ Grover bleated and tackled me with a goat-hug. ‘You heard me! You came!’

‘Yeah, buddy,’ I said. ‘Of course I came.’

‘Where’s Annabeth?’

‘Outside,’ I said. ‘But there’s no time to talk. Clarisse, hold still.’

I uncapped Riptide and sliced off her ropes. She stood stiffly, rubbing her wrists. She glared at me for a moment, then looked at the ground and mumbled, ‘Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome,’ I said. ‘Now, was anyone else on board your lifeboat?’

Clarisse looked surprised. ‘No. Just me. Everybody else aboard the
Birmingham
… well, I didn’t even know you guys made it out.’

I looked down, trying not to believe that my last hope of seeing Tyson alive had just been crushed. ‘Okay. Come on, then. We have to help –’

An explosion echoed through the cave, followed by a scream that told me we might be too late. It was Annabeth crying out in fear.

‘I got Nobody!’ Polyphemus gloated.

We crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly, holding up empty air. The monster shook his fist, and a baseball cap fluttered to the ground. There was Annabeth, hanging upside down by her legs.

‘Hah!’ the Cyclops said. ‘Nasty invisible girl! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be roasted with mango chutney!’

Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

‘I’ll rush him,’ I whispered to Clarisse. ‘Our ship is around the back of the island. You and Grover –’

‘No way,’ they said at the same time. Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible rams-horn spear from the Cyclops’s cave. Grover had found a sheep’s thigh bone, which he didn’t look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

‘We’ll take him together,’ Clarisse growled.

‘Yeah,’ Grover said. Then he blinked, like he couldn’t believe he’d just agreed with Clarisse about something.

‘All right,’ I said. ‘Attack plan Macedonia.’

They nodded. We’d all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops
from the flanks while I held his attention in the front. Probably what this meant was that we’d
all
die instead of just me, but I was grateful for the help.

I hefted my sword and shouted, ‘Hey, Ugly!’

The giant whirled towards me. ‘
Another
one? Who are you?’

‘Put down my friend,
I
’m the one who insulted you.’

‘
You
are Nobody?’

‘That’s right, you smelly bucket of nose drool!’ It didn’t sound quite as good as Annabeth’s insults, but it was all I could think of. ‘I’m Nobody and I’m proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to stab your eye out again.’

‘RAAAR!’ he bellowed.

The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her head first onto the rocks, where she lay motionless as a rag doll.

The other bad news: Polyphemus barrelled towards me, five hundred smelly kilograms of Cyclops that I would have to fight with a very small sword.

‘For Pan!’ Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounced harmlessly off the monster’s forehead. Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear against the ground just in time for the Cyclops to step on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dived out of the way to avoid getting trampled. But the Cyclops just plucked out the shaft like a large splinter and kept advancing on me.

I moved in with Riptide.

The monster made a grab for me. I rolled aside and stabbed him in the thigh.

I was hoping to see him disintegrate, but this monster was much too big and powerful.

‘Get Annabeth!’ I yelled at Grover.

He rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and picked her up while Clarisse and I tried to keep Polyphemus distracted.

I have to admit, Clarisse was brave. She charged the Cyclops again and again. He pounded the ground, stomped at her, grabbed at her, but she was too quick. And as soon as she made an attack, I followed up by stabbing the monster in the toe or the ankle or the hand.

But we couldn’t keep this up forever. Eventually we would tire or the monster would get in a lucky shot. It would only take one hit to kill us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grover carrying Annabeth across the rope bridge. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, given the man-eating sheep on the other side, but at the moment that looked better than
this
side of the chasm, and it gave me an idea.

‘Fall back!’ I told Clarisse.

She rolled away as the Cyclops’s fist smashed the olive tree beside her.

We ran for the bridge, Polyphemus right behind us. He was cut up and hobbling from so many wounds, but all we’d done was slow him down and make him mad.

‘Grind you into sheep chow!’ he promised. ‘A thousand curses on Nobody!’

‘Faster!’ I told Clarisse.

We tore down the hill. The bridge was our only chance. Grover had just made it to the other side and was setting
Annabeth down. We had to make it across, too, before the giant caught us.

‘Grover!’ I yelled. ‘Get Annabeth’s knife!’

His eyes widened when he saw the Cyclops behind us, but he nodded like he understood. As Clarisse and I scrambled across the bridge, Grover began sawing at the ropes.

The first strand went
snap
!

Polyphemus bounded after us, making the bridge sway wildly.

The ropes were now half cut. Clarisse and I dived for solid ground, landing beside Grover. I made a wild slash with my sword and cut the remaining ropes.

The bridge fell away into the chasm, and the Cyclops howled … with delight, because he was standing right next to us.

‘Failed!’ he yelled gleefully. ‘Nobody failed!’

Clarisse and Grover tried to charge him, but the monster swatted them aside like flies.

My anger swelled. I couldn’t believe I’d come this far, lost Tyson, suffered through so much, only to fail – stopped by a big stupid monster in a baby-blue tuxedo kilt. Nobody was going to swat down my friends like that! I mean …
nobody
, not Nobody. Ah, you know what I mean.

Strength coursed through my body. I raised my sword and attacked, forgetting that I was hopelessly outmatched. I jabbed the Cyclops in the belly. When he doubled over I smacked him in the nose with the hilt of my sword. I slashed and kicked and bashed until the next thing I knew, Polyphemus was sprawled on his back, dazed and groaning, and I was standing above him, the tip of my sword hovering over his eye.

‘Uhhhhhhhh,’ Polyphemus moaned.

‘Percy!’ Grover gasped. ‘How did you –’

‘Please, noooo!’ the Cyclops moaned, pitifully staring up at me. His nose was bleeding. A tear welled in the corner of his half-blind eye. ‘M-m-my sheepies need me. Only trying to protect my sheep!’

He began to sob.

I had won. All I had to do was stab – one quick strike.

‘Kill him!’ Clarisse yelled. ‘What are you waiting for?’

The Cyclops sounded so heartbroken, just like … like Tyson.

‘He’s a Cyclops!’ Grover warned. ‘Don’t trust him!’

I knew he was right. I knew Annabeth would’ve said the same thing.

But Polyphemus sobbed … and for the first time it sank in that
he
was a son of Poseidon, too. Like Tyson. Like me. How could I just kill him in cold blood?

‘We only want the Fleece,’ I told the monster. ‘Will you agree to let us take it?’

‘No!’ Clarisse shouted. ‘Kill him!’

The monster sniffed. ‘My beautiful Fleece. Prize of my collection. Take it, cruel human. Take it and go in peace.’

‘I’m going to step back slowly,’ I told the monster. ‘One false move…’

Polyphemus nodded like he understood.

I stepped back … and as fast as a cobra, Polyphemus smacked me to the edge of the cliff.

‘Foolish mortal!’ he bellowed, rising to his feet. ‘Take my Fleece? Ha! I eat you first.’

He opened his enormous mouth, and I knew that his rotten molars were the last things I would ever see.

Then something went
whoosh
over my head and
thump
!

A rock the size of a basketball sailed into Polyphemus’s throat – a beautiful three-pointer, nothing but net. The Cyclops choked, trying to swallow the unexpected pill. He staggered backwards, but there was no place to stagger. His heel slipped, the edge of the cliff crumbled, and the great Polyphemus made chicken-wing motions that did nothing to help him fly as he tumbled into the chasm.

I turned.

Halfway down the path to the beach, standing completely unharmed in the midst of a flock of killer sheep, was an old friend.

‘Bad Polyphemus,’ Tyson said. ‘Not all Cyclopes as nice as we look.’

Tyson gave us the short version: Rainbow the hippocampus – who’d apparently been following us ever since the Long Island Sound, waiting for Tyson to play with him – had found Tyson sinking beneath the wreckage of the CSS
Birmingham
and pulled him to safety. He and Tyson had been searching the Sea of Monsters ever since, trying to find us, until Tyson caught the scent of sheep and found this island.

I wanted to hug the big oaf, except he was standing in the middle of killer sheep. ‘Tyson, thank the gods. Annabeth is hurt!’

‘You thank the gods she is hurt?’ he asked, puzzled.

‘No!’ I knelt beside Annabeth and was worried sick by what I saw. The gash on her forehead was worse than I’d realized. Her hairline was sticky with blood. Her skin was pale and clammy.

Grover and I exchanged nervous looks. Then an idea came to me. ‘Tyson, the Fleece. Can you get it for me?’

‘Which one?’ Tyson said, looking around at the hundreds of sheep.

‘In the tree!’ I said. ‘The gold one!’

‘Oh. Pretty. Yes.’

Tyson lumbered over, careful not to step on the sheep. If any of us had tried to approach the Fleece, we would’ve been eaten alive, but I guess Tyson smelled like Polyphemus, because the flock didn’t bother him at all. They just cuddled up to him and bleated affectionately, as though they expected to get sheep treats from the big wicker basket. Tyson reached up and lifted the Fleece off its branch. Immediately the leaves on the oak tree turned yellow. Tyson started wading back towards me, but I yelled, ‘No time! Throw it!’

The gold ram skin sailed through the air like a glittering shag frisbee. I caught it with a grunt. It was heavier than I’d expected – about thirty kilograms of precious gold wool.

I spread it over Annabeth, covering everything but her face, and prayed silently to all the gods I could think of, even the ones I didn’t like.

Please. Please.

The colour returned to her face. Her eyelids fluttered open. The cut on her forehead began to close. She saw Grover and said weakly, ‘You’re not … married?’

Grover grinned. ‘No. My friends talked me out of it.’

‘Annabeth,’ I said, ‘just lay still.’

But, despite our protests she sat up, and I noticed that the cut on her face was almost completely healed. She
looked a lot better. In fact, she shimmered with health, as if someone had injected her with glitter.

Meanwhile, Tyson was starting to have trouble with the sheep. ‘Down!’ he told them as they tried to climb him, looking for food. A few were sniffing in our direction. ‘No, sheepies. This way! Come here!’

They heeded him, but it was obvious they were hungry, and they were starting to realize Tyson didn’t have any treats for them. They wouldn’t hold out forever with so much fresh meat nearby.

‘We have to go,’ I said. ‘Our ship is…’ The
Queen Anne’s Revenge
was a very long way away. The shortest route was across the chasm, and we’d just destroyed the only bridge. The only other possibility was through the sheep.

‘Tyson,’ I called, ‘can you lead the flock as far away as possible?’

‘The sheep want food.’

‘I know! They want people food! Just lead them away from the path. Give us time to get to the beach. Then join us there.’

Tyson looked doubtful, but he whistled. ‘Come, sheepies! Um, people food this way!’

He jogged off into the meadow, the sheep in pursuit.

‘Keep the Fleece around you,’ I told Annabeth. ‘Just in case you’re not fully healed yet. Can you stand?’

She tried, but her face turned pale again. ‘Ohh.
Not
fully healed.’

Clarisse dropped next to her and felt her chest, which made Annabeth gasp.

‘Ribs broken,’ Clarisse said. ‘They’re mending, but definitely broken.’

‘How can you tell?’ I asked.

Clarisse glared at me. ‘Because I’ve broken a few, runt! I’ll have to carry her.’

Before I could argue, Clarisse picked up Annabeth like a sack of flour and lugged her down to the beach. Grover and I followed.

As soon as we got to the edge of the water, I concentrated on the
Queen Anne’s Revenge.
I willed it to raise anchor and come to me. After a few anxious minutes, I saw the ship rounding the tip of the island.

‘Incoming!’ Tyson yelled. He was bounding down the path to join us, the sheep about fifty metres behind, bleating in frustration as their Cyclops friend ran away without feeding them.

‘They probably won’t follow us into the water,’ I told the others. ‘All we have to do is swim for the ship.’

‘With Annabeth like this?’ Clarisse protested.

‘We can do it,’ I insisted. I was starting to feel confident again. I was back in my home turf – the sea. ‘Once we get to the ship, we’re home free.’

We almost made it, too.

We were just wading past the entrance to the ravine, when we heard a tremendous roar and saw Polyphemus, scraped up and bruised but still very much alive, his baby-blue wedding outfit in tatters, splashing towards us with a boulder in each hand.