The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus Book 4)

eyes!’ Akmon coughed. ‘My tool belt!’
    ‘My feet are on fire!’ Passalos wailed. ‘Not shiny! Not shiny at all!’
    After making sure they were securely bound, Leo dragged the Kerkopes into one corner and began rifling through their treasures. He retrieved Piper’s dagger, a few of his prototype grenades and a dozen other odds and ends the dwarfs had taken from the
Argo II
.
    ‘Please!’ Akmon wailed. ‘Don’t take our shinies!’
    ‘We’ll make you a deal!’ Passalos suggested. ‘We’ll cut you in for ten percent if you let us go!’
    ‘Afraid not,’ Leo muttered. ‘It’s all mine now.’
    ‘Twenty percent!’
    Just then, thunder boomed overhead. Lightning flashed, and the bars on the nearest window burst into sizzling, melted stubs of iron.
    Jason flew in like Peter Pan, electricity sparking around him and his gold sword steaming.
    Leo whistled appreciatively. ‘Man, you just wasted an
awesome
entrance.’
    Jason frowned. He noticed the hog-tied Kerkopes. ‘What the –’
    ‘All by myself,’ Leo said. ‘I’m special that way. How did you find me?’
    ‘Uh, the smoke,’ Jason managed. ‘And I heard popping noises. Were you having a gunfight in here?’
    ‘Something like that.’ Leo tossed him Piper’s dagger, then kept rummaging through the bags of dwarf shinies. He remembered what Hazel had said about finding a treasure that would help them with the quest, but he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. There were coins, gold nuggets, jewellery, paper clips, foil wrappers, cuff links.
    He kept coming back to a couple of things that didn’t seem to belong. One was an old bronze navigation device, like an astrolabe from a ship. It was badly damaged and seemed to be missing some pieces, but Leo still found it fascinating.
    ‘Take it!’ Passalos offered. ‘ Odysseus made it, you know! Take it and let us go.’
    ‘Odysseus?’ Jason asked. ‘Like,
the
Odysseus?’
    ‘Yes!’ Passalos squeaked. ‘Made it when he was an old man in Ithaca. One of his last inventions, and we stole it!’
    ‘How does it work?’ Leo asked.
    ‘Oh, it doesn’t,’ Akmon said. ‘Something about a missing crystal?’ He glanced at his brother for help.
    ‘“My biggest what-if”,’ Passalos said. ‘“Should’ve taken a crystal.” That’s what he kept muttering in his sleep, the night we stole it.’ Passalos shrugged. ‘No idea what he meant. But the shiny is yours! Can we go now?’
    Leo wasn’t sure why he wanted the astrolabe. It was obviously broken, and he didn’t get the sense that this was what Hecate meant them to find. Still, he slipped it into one of his tool belt’s magic pockets.
    He turned his attention to the other strange piece ofloot – the leather-bound book. Its title was in gold leaf, in a language Leo couldn’t understand, but nothing else about the book seemed shiny. He didn’t figure the Kerkopes for big readers.
    ‘What’s this?’ He wagged it at the dwarfs, who were still teary-eyed from the smoke.
    ‘Nothing!’ Akmon said. ‘Just a book. It had a pretty gold cover, so we took it from him.’
    ‘Him?’ Leo asked.
    Akmon and Passalos exchanged a nervous look.
    ‘Minor god,’ Passalos said. ‘In Venice. Really, it’s nothing.’
    ‘Venice.’ Jason frowned at Leo. ‘Isn’t that where we’re supposed to go next?’
    ‘Yeah.’ Leo examined the book. He couldn’t read the text, but it had lots of illustrations: scythes, different plants, a picture of the sun, a team of oxen pulling a cart. He didn’t see how any of that was important, but if the book had been stolen from a minor god in Venice – the next place Hecate had told them to visit – then this
had
to be what they were looking for.
    ‘Where exactly can we find this minor god?’ Leo asked.
    ‘No!’ Akmon shrieked. ‘You can’t take it back to him! If he finds out we stole it –’
    ‘He’ll destroy you,’ Jason guessed. ‘Which is what we’ll do if you don’t tell us, and we’re a
lot
closer.’ He pressed the point of his sword against Akmon’s furry throat.
    ‘Okay, okay!’ the dwarf shrieked. ‘La Casa Nera! Calle Frezzeria!’
    ‘Is that an address?’ Leo asked.
    The dwarfs both nodded vigorously.
    ‘
Please
don’t tell him we stole it,’ Passalos begged. ‘He isn’t nice at all!’
    ‘Who is he?’ Jason asked. ‘What god?’
    ‘I – I can’t say,’ Passalos stammered.
    ‘You’d better,’ Leo warned.
    ‘No,’ Passalos said miserably. ‘I mean,