“Go after it?” Elisson asked. “Of course not.”
He flicked his fingers again, and this time I shot out of the water, slamming into the side of the cliff. I landed in a wet, groaning lump on a narrow ledge. Lying next to me, thankfully not broken, was Iris’s staff, still pretty grungy. My shoes were nowhere to be seen.
I sat up and rubbed my head. My fingers came back bloody. That probably wasn’t good.
Elisson erupted from the pool, the surface boiling around his waist. Orbiting his hair was a tiny galaxy of weightless water droplets centered on the black hole of his man bun.
“I ask for so little,” he said. “Use the sign-up sheet. Horned serpents are Tuesday-Thursday. Furies and other Underworld minions are Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Demigods are never. Take off your shoes before entering my waters. And above all, only use the LOWER POOLS. My headwaters are off-limits! You have managed to break all the rules.”
I started to say, “I didn’t know—”
Elisson pointed at a bronze plaque riveted to the cliff wall next to me. POOL RULES.
I hate written instructions. Especially those posted where you can’t see them until you’ve already broken them.
“Okay,” I said. “But—”
“Let me guess.” Elisson’s water galaxy began to swirl more rapidly, his man bun bending time and space. “The rules don’t apply to you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t—”
“You’re an exception. Your need is important.”
“I mean—”
“It’s bad enough I’m being daylighted,” Elisson grumbled. “My water quality has turned abysmal downstream. Now you want to pollute my last pristine pool because you need some stick cleaned?”
“It’s Iris’s staff, if that helps.”
“Oh, in that case—”
“You’re going to shut me down with sarcasm again, aren’t you?”
“So you’re not a complete idiot!” Elisson smiled. “That was sarcasm, by the way.”
Just my luck. I’d brought sincerity to a sarcasm fight. I guess Iris and Hebe had dulled my natural defenses.
I glanced up at the ledge, where Annabeth was standing perfectly still, wisely not drawing attention to herself. She was giving me that look of alarm I knew well: Percy, don’t you die.
Elisson hadn’t seemed to have noticed her yet. I wanted to keep it that way. I also didn’t want to die, but at least if I got killed down here, Annabeth would feel really bad about pushing me. Then I could tease her about it forever.
Except I’d be dead. Never mind.
In the distance, Grover’s pipes sounded frantic and weak. I wondered how many snakes were chasing him, and how long he could outrun them while playing a melody. As far as I knew, he had no experience with marching bands.
I raised my hands in surrender.
“I get it,” I told Elisson. “I met the Hudson and the East Rivers one time. They hate getting polluted. And your waters are much, much cleaner.”
Elisson’s mouth twitched. I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted, or surprised, or pleased . . . but he hadn’t killed me yet, so I decided to keep talking. （This is a mistake I make a lot.）
“Rivers have a tough life,” I said. “I wouldn’t want people turning me into a drainage ditch, or dumping sewage in me, or building a dam generator on me, or a dam anything, really.” My hand crept over to the staff of Iris, all stealthy-like. I gripped the handle.
“I should have asked you for permission,” I continued. “Rookie mistake. But there has to be a way I can make it up to you and get this staff washed, because it’s really important to Iris. She was insistent that it had to be your waters, because . . .” I gulped. My head was throbbing, making it hard to think.
What would Annabeth do? I looked up and saw her tapping an imaginary watch on her wrist. Not helpful. Grover’s music was getting farther and farther away.
“Because Iris admires you,” I told the river god. “Oh, wow, the way she talks about you. And your yoga classes! I think she’s your number one fan.”
I looked for any sign that my words were having an impact. At that point, I would’ve taken almost any reaction except sarcasm. Who knew a neat-freak yoga instructor could be so bitter?
“You want to make it up to me,” Elisson said.
“Totally.”
“I suppose you can snap your fingers and undo all the damage to my river, leave it cleaner than you found it.”