"Yeah!" I agreed. "Amazing, huh?"

 

He clapped his hands and laughed happily. "I am not dead either. Yay! We chained

Typhon. It was fun!"

 

Behind him, fifty other armored Cyclopes laughed and nodded and gave each other

high fives.

 

"Tyson led us," one rumbled. "He is brave!"

 

"Bravest of the Cyclopes!" another bellowed.

 

Tyson blushed. "Was nothing."

 

"I saw you!" I said. "You were incredible!"

 

I thought poor Grover would pass out. He's deathly afraid of Cyclopes. But he

steeled his nerves and said, "Yes. Um . . . three cheers for Tyson!"

 

"YAAARRRRR!" the Cyclopes roared.

 

"Please don't eat me," Grover muttered, but I don't think anyone heard him.

 

The conch horns blasted again. The Cyclopes parted, and my father strode into

the throne room in his battle armor, his trident glowing in his hands.