“She talked a lot,” Lit offered.
“Exactly! And so I turned her back to gold. ” Midas pointed. There in the corner was a golden statue of a girl with a shocked expression, as if she were thinking, Dad!
“That’s horrible!” Piper said.
“Nonsense. She doesn’t mind. Besides, if I’d learned my lesson, would I have gotten these?”
Midas pulled off his oversize sleeping cap, and Jason didn’t know whether to laugh or get sick. Midas had long fuzzy gray ears sticking up from his white hair—like Bugs Bunny’s, but they weren’t rabbit ears. They were donkey ears.
“Oh, wow,” Leo said. “I didn’t need to see that. ”
“Terrible, isn’t it?” Midas sighed. “A few years after the golden touch incident, I judged a music contest between Apollo and Pan, and I declared Pan the winner. Apollo, sore loser, said I must have the ears of an ass, and voilà. This was my reward for being truthful. I tried to keep them a secret. Only my barber knew, but he couldn’t help blabbing. ” Midas pointed out another golden statue—a bald man in a toga, holding a pair of shears. “That’s him. He won’t be telling anyone’s secrets again. ”
The king smiled. Suddenly he didn’t strike Jason as a harmless old man in a bathrobe. His eyes had a merry glow to them—the look of a madman who knew he was mad, accepted his madness, and enjoyed it. “Yes, gold has many uses. I think that must be why I was brought back, eh Lit? To bankroll our patron. ”
Lit nodded. “That and my good sword arm. ”
Jason glanced at his friends. Suddenly the air in the room seemed much colder.
“So you do have a patron,” Jason said. “You work for the giants. ”
King Midas waved his hand dismissively. “Well, I don’t care for giants myself, of course. But even supernatural armies need to get paid. I do owe my patron a great debt. I tried to explain that to the last group that came through, but they were very unfriendly. Wouldn’t cooperate at all. ”
Jason slipped his hand into his pocket and grabbed his gold coin. “The last group?”
“Hunters,” Lit snarled. “Blasted girls from Artemis. ”
Jason felt a spark of electricity—a literal spark—travel down his spine. He caught a whiff of electrical fire like he’d just melted some of the springs in the sofa.
His sister had been here.
“When?” he demanded. “What happened?”
Lit shrugged. “Few days ago? I didn’t get to kill them, unfortunately. They were looking for some evil wolves, or something. Said they were following a trail, heading west. Missing demigod—I don’t recall. ”
Percy Jackson, Jason thought. Annabeth had mentioned the Hunters wer
e looking for him. And in Jason’s dream of the burned-out house in the redwoods, he’d heard enemy wolves baying. Hera had called them her keepers. It had to be connected somehow.
Midas scratched his donkey ears. “Very unpleasant young ladies, those Hunters,” he recalled. “They absolutely refused to be turned into gold. Much of the security system outside I installed to keep that sort of thing from happening again, you know. I don’t have time for those who aren’t serious investors. ”
Jason stood warily and glanced at his friends. They got the message.
“Well,” Piper said, managing a smile. “It’s been a great visit. Welcome back to life. Thanks for the gold bag. ”
“Oh, but you can’t leave!” Midas said. “I know you’re not serious investors, but that’s all right! I have to rebuild my collection. ”
Lit was smiling cruelly. The king rose, and Leo and Piper moved away from him.
“Don’t worry,” the king assured them. “You don’t have to be turned to gold. I give all my guests a choice—join my collection, or die at the hands of Lityerses. Really, it’s good either way. ”
Piper tried to use her charmspeak. “Your Majesty, you can’t—”
Quicker than any old man should’ve been able to move, Midas lashed out and grabbed her wrist.
“No!” Jason yelled.
But a frost of gold spread over Piper, and in a heartbeat she was a glittering statue. Leo tried to summon fire, but he’d forgotten his power wasn’t working. Midas touched his hand, and Leo transformed into solid metal.
Jason was so horrified he couldn’t move. His friends—just gone. And he hadn’t been able to stop it.
Midas smiled apologetically. “Gold trumps fire, I’m afraid. ” He waved around him at all the gold curtains and furniture. “In this room, my power dampens all others: fire… even charmspeak. Which leaves me only one more trophy to collect. ”
“Hedge!” Jason yelled. “Need help in here!”
For once, the satyr didn’t charge in. Jason wondered if the lasers had gotten him, or if he was sitting at the bottom of a trap pit.
Midas chuckled. “No goat to the rescue? Sad. But don’t worry, my boy. It’s really not painful. Lit can tell you. ”
Jason fixed on an idea. “I choose combat. You said I could choose to fight Lit instead. ”
Midas looked mildly disappointed, but he shrugged. “I said you could die fighting Lit. But of course, if you wish. ”
The king backed away, and Lit raised his sword.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Lit said. “I am the Reaper of Men!”
“Come on, Cornhusker. ” Jason summoned his own weapon. This time it came up as a javelin, and Jason was glad for the extra length.