"You could help with that," I suggested. "You could honor Beckendorfs memory by

fighting with us."

 

Clarisse went for her knife, but it wasn't there anymore. She'd thrown it on the

Ping-Pong table in the Big House.

 

"Not my problem," she growled. "My cabin doesn't get honor, I don't fight."

 

I noticed she wasn't speaking in rhymes. Maybe she hadn't been around when her

cabinmates got cursed, or maybe she had a way of breaking the spell. With a

chill, I wondered if Clarisse could be Kronos's spy at camp. Was that why she

was keeping her cabin out of the fight? But as much as I disliked Clarisse,

spying for the Titans didn't seem like her style.

 

"All right," 1 told her. "I didn't want to bring this up, but you owe me one.

You'd be rotting in a Cyclops's cave in the Sea of Monsters if it wasn't for

me."

 

She clenched her jaw. "Any other favor, Percy. Not this. The Ares cabin has been

dissed too many times. And don't think 1 don't know what people say about me

behind my back."

 

I wanted to say, Well, it's true. But 1 bit my tongue.