Percy scowled. "I-I know you." Nico raised his eyebrows. "Do you?
But yes. Come, faulty dragon people. Follow us.
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?
Lookin up at the huge baboons, I wondered if Khufu had some sort of secret baboon code that would get us in. But instead he barked at the statues and cowered heroically behind my legs.
He pinched the name tag and ran his fingers under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON." "Charon." "Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon." "Mr. Charon." "Well done.