Page 33 of The Chalice of the Gods

“I do not ‘mess’with people,” she said. “I feel nothing but sympathy for that poor young god. Swept up by Zeus just because he was attractive, used as an eternal party decoration, and having to endure the scowls of Hera and the others as Zeus dotes on him? No. So many young men and maidens have been the victims of Zeus and those other good ol’ gods who do whatever they want with impunity. It’s terrible.”

I looked at my friends. Obviously, we agreed with Iris, but it was a surprise to hear a god say something like that out loud. It was the kind of opinion Zeus might censor with a lightning bolt upside the head.

“I can see we came to the right place,” Annabeth said. “You are perceptive, kind, wise... all the things we need to find this cup thief. Your advice is as precious as a rainbow.”

Iris smirked. “I see what you’re doing. Trying to flatter me.”

“The rainbow comment was too much?” Annabeth asked.

“Completely over-the-top.” Iris curled her fingers in aKeep it cominggesture.

“We could use your guidance,” Annabeth continued. “You know the gods. You see those who resent Ganymede. Who doyouthink took his chalice?”

Iris spent a moment in silence, thinking. This was another unusual trait for a god. Usually, they just assumed they knew everything and spouted it out.

“I do have a thought,” she said. “But I need to look into the idea... discreetly.”

“Of course,” Grover said, his shoulders relaxing. “That’s great! Thank you.”

“Oh, the information won’t be free,” Iris added.

I barely managed to bite back a comment.Of course not.

“Not because I don’t want to help you,” Iris said, apparently reading my expression. “I know you think we gods can’t resist giving demigods little errands... and you’re right. You show up on our doorsteps, and we suddenly remember a dozen things we’d love to check off our to-do lists. But it’s more than that.”

“Knowledge has value,” Annabeth guessed. “The more valuable, the more it has to be earned.”

Iris beamed. “Spoken like a true daughter of Athena. Also, this will give you something to do while I investigate my hunch.”

I didn’t point out that we already had lots to do. I suspected that the gods, even the nice ones like Iris, assumed demigods just stood in a utility closet somewhere, deactivated and covered in dust cloths, until we were needed to perform a mission.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “My quest shouldn’t take long. And you still have fifteen days until Ganymede’s shame is revealed.”

Grover flinched. “Why fifteen days?”

“That’s when Zeus is planning to hold his next feast.” Iris stared at our blank expressions, then sighed. “But of course... Zeus didn’t bother to tell Ganymede that, did he?” She turned to Annabeth. “It’s the Epulum Minerva—the old Roman feast to honor your mother. Zeus decided to throw her a party, probably because he wants something from her. A new invention. A war. A pit-less variety of olive. Who knows? If the chalice isn’t found by the feast date, all the gods will realize Ganymede has lost it. Zeus will be outraged. Ganymede will be... probably no longer with us.”

Grover’s lower lip trembled. His photo-op glow had faded. “What do you need us to do?”

Iris smiled. “That’s the spirit.”

She turned and started removing crystal pendants from a stand in the back of her stall. As she cleared away the necklaces, I realized the display post wasn’t just a post. It was a wooden staff the size of a broomstick, with some kind of fancy metal decoration at the top.

Iris picked up the staff. She laid it on the table between us. Her eyes gleamed, like she was waiting to hear what we’d offer her for it onPawn Shop High Jinks.

Annabeth inhaled sharply. “That’s yourkerykeion!”

“Ah, right,” I said. “A kerykeion.”

I was going to guess it was Greek forrug beater, but I didn’t want to be wrong.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s a herald’s staff, Percy. Like the one Hermes uses.”

“Yes...” Iris agreed wistfully. “Another former job of mine. I was the gods’ herald.”

I studied the staff. Unlike Hermes’s caduceus, there were no living snakes coiled around it, but as I looked more closely, I realized the metal headpiece was indeed shaped like a pair of serpents. They had tiny horns and were coiled into a figure eight, facing each other at the top. The metal had gotten coated with grime over the years, so it was hard to make out many details. The wood was also in pretty bad shape, with dark soot stains and grease spots.

I wondered how long ago Iris had been the messenger goddess.... Maybe before Hermes was born, which was like, yeah... quite some time ago. It looked like this staff hadn’t been used as anything but a clearance-rack display ever since.

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