“You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?” “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down two flights of stairs?”Īnnabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. Percy’s head still throbbed from getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t hold that against the horse.

Percy wondered where Blackjack was-roaming the skies somewhere, hopefully following their progress. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the stables are always empty.” “Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth said. They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below. Far below, the night landscape whisked by-miles of dark countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a web.Īnnabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through panel. The right wall had two empty cages big enough for large zoo animals. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool blankets. Toward the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that opened into a large stable. They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory.

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