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“First help,” Annabeth said. “Then sleep. ”

Clovis sighed. His breath smelled like warm milk. “Fine. What?”

Annabeth explained about Jason’s problem. Every once in a while she’d snap her fingers under Clovis’s nose to keep him awake.

Clovis must have been really excited, because when Annabeth was done, he didn’t pass out. He actually stood and stretched, then blinked at Jason. “So you don’t remember anything, huh?”

“Just impressions,” Jason said. “Feelings, like …”

“Yes?” Clovis said.

“Like I know I shouldn’t be here. At this camp. I’m in danger. ”

“Hmm. Close your eyes. ”

Jason glanced at Annabeth, but she nodded reassuringly.

Jason was afraid he’d end up snoring in one of the bunks forever, but he closed his eyes. His thoughts became murky, as if he were sinking into a dark lake.

The next thing he knew, his eyes snapped open. He was sitting in a chair by the fire. Clovis and Annabeth knelt next to him.

“—serious, all right,” Clovis was saying.

“What happened?” Jason said. “How long—”

“Just a few minutes,” Annabeth said. “But it was tense. You almost dissolved. ”

Jason hoped she didn’t mean literally, but her expression was solemn.

“Usually,” Clovis said, “memories are lost for a good reason. They sink under the surface like dreams, and with a good sleep, I can bring them back. But this …”

“Lethe?” Annabeth asked.

“No,” Clovis said. “Not even Lethe. ”

“Lethe?” Jason asked.

Clovis pointed to the tree branch dripping milky drops above the fireplac

e. “The River Lethe in the Underworld. It dissolves your memories, wipes your mind clean permanently. That’s the branch of a poplar tree from the Underworld, dipped into the Lethe. It’s the symbol of my father, Hypnos. Lethe is not a place you want to go swimming. ”

Annabeth nodded. “Percy went there once. He told me it was powerful enough to wipe the mind of a Titan. ”

Jason was suddenly glad he hadn’t touched the branch. “But … that’s not my problem?”

“No,” Clovis agreed. “Your mind wasn’t wiped, and your memories weren’t buried. They’ve been stolen. ”

The fire crackled. Drops of Lethe water plinked into the tin cups on the mantel. One of the other Hypnos campers muttered in his sleep—something about a duck.

“Stolen,” Jason said. “How?”

“A god,” Clovis said. “Only a god would have that kind of power. ”

“We know that,” said Jason. “It was Juno. But how did she do it, and why?”

Clovis scratched his neck. “Juno?”

“He means Hera,” Annabeth said. “For some reason, Jason likes the Roman names. ”

“Hmm,” Clovis said.

“What?” Jason asked. “Does that mean something?”

“Hmm,” Clovis said again, and this time Jason realized he was snoring.

“Clovis!” he yelled.

“What? What?” His eyes fluttered open. “We were talking about pillows, right? No, gods. I remember. Greek and Roman. Sure, could be important. ”

“But they’re the same gods,” Annabeth said. “Just different names. ”

“Not exactly,” Clovis said.

Jason sat forward, now very much awake. “What do you mean, not exactly?”

“Well …” Clovis yawned. “Some gods are only Roman. Like Janus, or Pompona. But even the major Greek gods—it’s not just their names that changed when they moved to Rome. Their appearances changed. Their attributes changed. They even had slightly different personalities. ”

“But …” Annabeth faltered. “Okay, so maybe people saw them differently through the centuries. That doesn’t change who they are. ”

“Sure it does. ” Clovis began to nod off, and Jason snapped his fingers under his nose.

“Coming, Mother!” he yelped. “I mean … Yeah, I’m awake. So, um, personalities. The gods change to reflect their host cultures. You know that, Annabeth. I mean, these days, Zeus likes tailored suits, reality television, and that Chinese food place on East Twenty-eighth Street, right? It was the same in Roman times, and the gods were Roman almost as long as they were Greek. It was a big empire, lasted for centuries. So of course their Roman aspects are still a big part of their character. ”

“Makes sense,” Jason said.

Annabeth shook her head, mystified. “But how do you know all this, Clovis?”


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