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tantrum.
    From the thirtieth-floor ledge, a man’s voice boomed: ‘WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY TRIUMPHAL RISE?’
    ‘I do!’ yelled Annabeth. ‘Come down and face me!’
    She didn’t like taking credit for other people’s camels, but she wanted to keep the god focused on her so Sadie could do … whatever Sadie decided to do. The young magician clearly had some good tricks up her sleeve.
    The god Serapis leaped from his ledge. He plummeted thirty stories and landed on his feet in the middle of the ground floor, an easy dagger throw away from Annabeth.
    Not that she was tempted to attack.
    Serapis stood fifteen feet tall. He wore only a pair of swimming trunks in a Hawaiian floral pattern. His body rippled with muscles. His bronze skin was covered in shimmering tattoos of hieroglyphs, Greek letters and other languages Annabeth didn’t recognize.
    His face was framed with long, nappy hair like Rastafarian dreadlocks. A curly Greek beard grew down to his collarbone. His eyes were sea green – so much like Percy’s that Annabeth got goose bumps.
    Normally she didn’t like hairy bearded dudes, but she had to admit this god was attractive in an older, wild-surfer kind of way.
    His headgear, however, ruined the look. What Annabeth had taken for a stovepipe hat was actually a cylindrical wicker basket embroidered with images of pansies.
    ‘Excuse me,’ she said. ‘Is that a flowerpot on your head?’
    Serapis raised his bushy brown eyebrows. He patted his head as if he’d forgotten about the basket. A few wheat seeds spilled from the top. ‘That’s a 
modius
, silly girl. It’s one of my holy symbols! The grain basket represents the Underworld, which I control.’
    ‘Uh, you do?’
    ‘Of course!’ Serapis glowered. ‘Or I 
did
, and soon I will again. But who are you to criticize my fashion choices? A Greek demigod, by the smell of you, carrying a Celestial bronze weapon and an Egyptian staff from the House of Life. Which are you – hero or magician?’
    Annabeth’s hands trembled. Flowerpot hat or no, Serapis radiated power. Standing so near him, Annabeth felt watery inside, as if her heart, her stomach and her courage were all melting.
    Get a hold of yourself
, she thought.
 You’ve met plenty of gods before.
    But Serapis was different. His presence felt fundamentally 
wrong
 – as if simply by being here he was pulling Annabeth’s world inside out.
    Twenty feet behind the god, Sadie the bird landed and changed back to human form. She gestured to Annabeth: finger to lips (
shh
), then rolled her hand (
keep him talking
). She began rooting quietly through her bag.
    Annabeth had no idea what her friend was planning, but she forced herself to meet Serapis’s eyes. ‘Who says I’m not both – magician 
and
 demigod? Now, explain why you’re here!’
    Serapis’s face darkened. Then, to Annabeth’s surprise, he threw back his head and laughed, spilling more grain from his 
modius
. ‘I see! Trying to impress me, eh? You think yourself worthy of being my high priestess?’
    Annabeth gulped. There was only one answer to a question like that. ‘Of course I’m worthy! Why, I was once the 
magna mater
 of Athena’s cult! But are you worthy of my service?’
    ‘HA!’ Serapis grinned. ‘A big mother of Athena’s cult, eh? Let’s see how tough you are.’
    He flicked his hand. A bathtub flew out of the air, straight at Annabeth’s force field. The porcelain burst into shrapnel against the golden sphere, but Sadie’s staff became so hot that Annabeth had to drop it. The white wood burned to ashes.
    Great
, she thought. 
Two minutes, and I’ve already ruined Sadie’s staff
.
    Her protective shield was gone. She faced a fifteen-foot-tall god with only her usual weapons – a tiny dagger and a lot of attitude.
    To Annabeth’s left, the three-headed monster was still struggling to get out from under the camel, but the camel was heavy, stubborn and fabulously uncoordinated. Every time the monster