slices, and dried monster blood.

 

"Hey, girl." I tried to sound upbeat. "I know you're tired, but I've got one

more big favor to ask you."

 

I leaned next to her and whispered in her ear.

 

After Mrs. O'Leary shadow-traveled away, I rejoined Annabeth in the lobby. On

the way to the elevator, we spotted Grover kneeling over a fat wounded satyr.

 

"Leneus!" I said.

 

The old satyr looked terrible. His lips were blue. There was a broken spear in

his belly, and his furry goat legs were twisted at a painful angle.

 

He tried to focus on us, but I don't think he saw us.

 

"Grover?" he murmured.

 

"I'm here, Leneus." Grover was blinking back tears, despite all the horrible

things Leneus had said about him.

 

"Did ... did we win?"

 

"Um . . . yes," Grover lied. "Thanks to you, Leneus. We drove the enemy away."