we'll have twice as many campers."

 

"Yeah," Grover agreed, "but it'll be the same old place."

 

He sighed contentedly.

 

I watched as Tyson led a group of Cyclops builders. They were hoisting huge

stones in place for the Hecate cabin, and I knew it was a delicate job. Each

stone was engraved with magical writing, and if they dropped one, it would

either explode or turn everyone within half a mile into a tree. I figured nobody

but Grover would like that.

 

"I'll be traveling a lot," Grover warned, "between protecting nature and finding

half-bloods. I may not see you as much."

 

"Won't change anything," I said. "You're still my best friend."

 

He grinned. "Except for Annabeth."

 

"That's different."

 

"Yeah," he agreed. "It sure is."

 

In the late afternoon, I was taking one last walk along the beach when a

familiar voice said, "Good day for fishing."