togas, too – hiking up their hems, trying to keep the cloth from slipping off their shoulders. Percy was glad he was wearing a regular purple T-shirt and jeans.
‘How could Romans move, in those things?’ he wondered.
‘They were just for formal occasions,’ Hazel said. ‘Like tuxedos. I bet the Ancient Romans hated togas as much as we do. By the way, you didn’t bring any weapons, did you?’
Percy’s hand went to his pocket, where his pen always stayed. ‘Why? Are we not supposed to?’
‘No weapons allowed inside the Pomerian Line,’ she said.
‘The
‘Pomerian,’ Frank said. ‘The city limits. Inside is a sacred “safe zone”. Legions can’t march through. No weapons allowed. That’s so senate meetings don’t get bloody.’
‘Like Julius Caesar getting assassinated?’ Percy asked.
Frank nodded. ‘Don’t worry. Nothing like that has happened in months.’
Percy hoped he was kidding.
As they got closer to the city, Percy could appreciate how beautiful it was. The tiled roofs and gold domes gleamed in the sun. Gardens bloomed with honeysuckle and roses. The central plaza was paved in white and grey stone, decorated with statues, fountains and gilded columns. In the surrounding neighbourhoods, cobblestone streets were lined with freshly painted town houses, shops, cafes and parks. In the distance rose the coliseum and the horse-racing arena.
Percy didn’t notice they’d reached the city limits until the senators in front of him started slowing down.
On the side of the road stood a white marble statue – a life-size muscular man with curly hair, no arms and an irritated expression. Maybe he looked mad because he’d been carved only from the waist up. Below that, he was just a big block of marble.
‘Single file, please!’ the statue said. ‘Have your IDs ready.’
Percy looked to his left and right. He hadn’t noticed before, but a line of identical statues ringed the city at intervals of about a hundred yards.
The senators passed through easily. The statue checked the tattoos on their forearms and called each senator by name. ‘Gwendolyn, senator, Fifth Cohort, yes. Nico di Angelo, ambassador of Pluto – very well. Reyna, praetor, of course. Hank, senator, Third Cohort – oh, nice shoes, Hank! Ah, who have we here?’
Hazel, Frank and Percy were the last ones.
‘Terminus,’ Hazel said, ‘this is Percy Jackson. Percy, this is Terminus, the god of boundaries.’
‘New, eh?’ said the god. ‘Yes,
Percy didn’t know how Terminus could tell, but he took out his pen.
‘Quite dangerous,’ Terminus said. ‘Leave it in the tray. Wait, where’s my assistant? Julia!’
A little girl about six years old peeked out from behind the base of the statue. She had pigtails, a pink dress and an impish grin with two missing teeth.
‘Julia?’ Terminus glanced behind him, and Julia scurried in the other direction. ‘Where did that girl go?’
Terminus looked the other way and caught sight of Julia before she could hide. The little girl squealed with delight.
‘Oh, there you are,’ said the statue. ‘Front and centre. Bring the tray.’
Julia scrambled out and brushed off her dress. She picked up a tray and presented it to Percy. On it were several paring knives, a corkscrew, an oversized container of sun lotion and a water bottle.
‘You can pick up your weapon on the way out,’ Terminus said. ‘Julia will take good care of it. She’s a trained professional.’
The little girl nodded. ‘Pro-fess-ion-al.’ She said each syllable carefully, like she’d been practising.
Percy glanced at Hazel and Frank, who didn’t seem to find anything odd about this. Still, he wasn’t wild about handing over a deadly weapon to a kid.
‘The thing is,’ he said, ‘the pen returns to my pocket automatically, so even if I give it up -’
‘Not to worry,’ Terminus assured him. ‘We’ll make sure it doesn’t wander off. Won’t we, Julia?’
‘Yes, Mr Terminus.’
Reluctantly, Percy put his pen on the tray.
‘Now, a few rules, since you’re new,’ Terminus said. ‘You are entering the boundaries of the city proper. Keep the peace inside the line. Yield to chariot traffic while walking on public roads. When you get to the Senate House, sit on the left-hand side. And, down there – do you see where I’m pointing?’
‘Um,’ Percy said, ‘you don’t have any hands.’
Apparently this was a sore point for Terminus. His marble face turned a dark shade of grey. ‘A smart alec, eh? Well, Mr Rule Flouter, right down there in the forum – Julia, point for me, please -’
Julia dutifully set down the security tray and pointed towards the main plaza.
‘The shop with the blue awning,’ Terminus continued, ‘that’s the general store. They sell tape measures. Buy one! I want those jeans exactly one inch above the ankles and that hair regulation cut. And tuck your shirt in.’
Hazel said, ‘Thank you, Terminus. We need to get going.’
‘Fine, fine, you may pass,’ the god said testily. ‘But stay on the right side of the road! And that rock right there – No, Hazel, look where I’m pointing. That rock is entirely too close to that tree. Move it two inches to the left.’
Hazel did what she was told, and they continued down the path, Terminus still shouting orders at them while Julia did cartwheels across the grass.
‘Is he always like that?’ Percy asked.
‘No,’ Hazel admitted. ‘Today he was laid back. Usually he’s more obsessive/compulsive.’
‘He inhabits every boundary stone around the city,’ Frank said. ‘Kind of our last line of defence if the city’s attacked.’
‘Terminus isn’t so bad,’ Hazel added. ‘Just don’t make him angry, or he’ll force you to measure every blade of grass in the valley.’
Percy filed that information. ‘And the kid? Julia?’
Hazel grinned. ‘Yeah, she’s a cutie. Her parents live in the city. Come on. We’d better catch up to the senators.’
As they approached the forum, Percy was struck by the sheer number of people. College-age kids were hanging out at the fountain. Several of them waved at the senators as they passed. One guy in his late twenties stood at a bakery counter, flirting with a young woman who was buying coffee. An older couple was watching a little boy in diapers and a miniature Camp Jupiter shirt toddle after seagulls. Merchants were opening their shops for the day, putting out signs in Latin that advertised pottery, jewellery and half-price tickets for the Hippodrome.
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‘Or descended from demigods,’ Hazel said. ‘Like I told you, it’s a good place to go to college or raise a family without worrying about monster attacks every day. Maybe two, three hundred people live here? The veterans act as, like, advisers and reserve forces as needed, but mostly they’re just citizens living their lives.’
Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum …
He shook the idea out of his head. He couldn’t afford to indulge in that kind of thinking. Most of his memories were gone, but he knew this place wasn’t his home. He belonged somewhere else, with his other friends.
Besides, Camp Jupiter was in danger. If Juno was right, an attack was coming in less than five days. Percy imagined that sleeping woman’s face – the face of Gaia – forming in the hills above camp. He imagined hordes of monsters descending into this valley.
He thought about the little girl Julia, the families with kids, his new friends in the Fifth Cohort, even those silly fauns. He didn’t want to picture what might happen to them if this place was destroyed.
The senators made their way to a big white-domed building on the west end of the forum. Percy paused at the doorway, trying not to think about Julius Caesar getting slashed to death at a senate meeting. Then he took a deep breath and followed Hazel and Frank inside.
