Jeez, Hazel,” Percy said, “tell your horse to watch his language.”
Hazel tried not to laugh. “What did he say?”
“With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top.”
Frank looked incredulous. “I thought the horse couldn’t fly!”
This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing.
“Dude,” Percy told the horse, “I’ve gotten suspended for saying less than that…
Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.
Mars pulled a scroll from his utility belt. “Anyone got a pen.”
The legionnaires started at him.
Mars sighed. “Two hundred Romans, and no one’s got a pen? Never mind.”
He slung his M16 onto his back and pulled out a hand grenade. There were many screaming Romans. Then the grenade changed into a ballpoint pen, and Mars began to write.
Frank looked at Percy with wide eyes. He mouthed: ‘Can your sword do grenade form?’
Percy mouthed back, ‘No. Shut up.’