bull’s head, he yelped, “Whoa!” then let loose a dissonant squeak-blatt on the sax that would have made Coltrane proud. The bull lurched away, shaking its head in dismay, as Austin vaulted over the dining table and slid to our side.
“Hey, guys,” he said. “We having fun yet?”
“Austin,” Kayla said with relief. “I need to lure this bull outside. Can you—?” She pointed at me.
“We playing pass-the-Apollo?” Austin grinned. “Sure. C’mon, Dad. I got you.”
As Kayla mustered the younger demigods and began shooting arrows to goad the bull into following her, Austin hustled me through a side door.
“Where to, Dad?” He politely did not ask why my nose was bandaged or why my breath smelled of Mountain Dew.
“I have to find Meg,” I said. “Three stories up? Southeast corner?”
Austin kept jogging with me down the corridor, but his mouth tightened in a thoughtful frown. “I don’t think anybody’s managed to fight their way up to that level yet, but let’s do it.”
We found a grand circular stairwell that took us up one more floor. We navigated a maze of corridors, then shouldered through a narrow door into the Hat Room of Horrors.
Troglodytes had found the mother lode of haberdashery. The oversize walk-in closet must have served as Nero’s seasonal coat-check area, because fall and winter jackets lined the walls. Shelves overflowed with scarves, gloves, and, yes, every conceivable manner of hat and cap. The trogs rifled through the collection with glee, stacking hats six or seven high on their heads, trying on scarves and galoshes to augment their incredibly civilized fashion sense.
One trog looked up at me through his dark goggles, cords of drool hanging from his lips. “Haaats!”
I could only smile and nod and creep carefully around the edge of the closet, hoping none of the trogs mistook us for chapeau poachers.
Thankfully, the trogs paid us no mind. We emerged from the other side of the closet into a marble foyer with a bank of elevators.
My hopes rose. Assuming this was the main entrance to Nero’s residential levels, where his most favored guests would be received, we were getting closer to Meg.
Austin stopped in front of a keypad with a golden inlaid SPQR symbol. “Looks like this elevator gives you direct access to the imperial apartments. But we’d need a key card.”
“Stairs?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “This close to the emperor’s quarters, I bet any passage up will be locked and booby-trapped. The Hermes cabin swept the lower stairwells, but I doubt they’ve made it this far. We’re the first.” He fingered the pads of his saxophone. “Maybe I could open the elevator with the right sequence of tones…?”
His voice trailed off as the elevator doors opened by themselves.
Inside stood a young demigod with disheveled blond hair and rumpled street clothes. Two golden rings gleamed on his middle fingers.
Cassius’s eyes widened when he saw me. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting to run into me ever again. He looked like his last twenty-four hours had been almost as bad as mine. His face was gray, his eyes swollen and red from crying. He seemed to have developed a nervous twitch that traveled randomly around his body.
“I—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t want…” His hands trembling, he pulled off Meg’s rings and offered them to me. “Please…”
He looked past me. Clearly, he just wanted to leave, to get out of this tower.
I’ll admit I felt a surge of anger. This child had cut off Luguselwa’s hands with Meg’s own blades. But he was so small and so terrified. He looked like he expected me to turn into the Beast, as Nero would have done, and punish him for what Nero had made him do.
My anger dissolved. I let him drop Meg’s rings into my palm. “Go.”
Austin cleared his throat. “Yeah, but first…how about that key card?” He pointed to a laminated square hanging from a lanyard around Cassius’s neck. It looked so much like a school ID that any kid might wear, I hadn’t even registered it.
Cassius fumbled to remove it. He handed it to Austin. Then he ran.
Austin tried to read my expression. “I take it you’ve met that kid before?”
“Long, bad story,” I said. “Will it be safe for us to use his elevator pass?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Austin said. “Let’s find out.”
THE WONDERS NEVER CEASED.
The key card worked. The elevator did not incinerate us or drop us to our deaths. Unlike the previous elevator I’d taken, however, this one did have background music. We rose smoothly and