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The Tyrant's Tomb

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from Celestial bronze and threads from the looms of the Fates (which…

gosh, where did those come from? I certainly didn’t steal them). The bow

weighed almost nothing.

“That has been in the principia treasure room for centuries,” Frank said.

“No one can wield it. It’s too heavy to draw. Believe me, I would have if I

could have. Since it was originally a gift from you to the legion, it seemed

only right we give it back. With your godly strength returning, we figured

you could put it to good use.”

I didn’t know what to say. Usually I was against re-gifting, but in this

case, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I couldn’t remember when or why

I’d given the legion this bow—for centuries, I’d passed them out like party

favors—but I was certainly glad to have it back. I drew the string with no

trouble at all. Either my strength was godlier than I realized, or the bow

recognized me as its rightful owner. Oh, yes. I could do some damage with

this beauty.

“Thank you,” I said.

Frank smiled. “I’m just sorry we didn’t have any replacement combat

ukuleles in storage.”

From the bleachers, Lavinia grumbled, “After I went and fixed it for him,

too.”

“But,” Hazel said, carefully ignoring her new centurion, “we do have a

gift for Meg.”

Larry rummaged through his Santa bag again. He pulled out a black silk

pouch about the size of a deck of playing cards. I resisted the urge to shout,

HA! My gift is bigger!

Meg peeked in the pouch and gasped. “Seeds!”

That would not have been my reaction, but she seemed genuinely

delighted.

Leila, daughter of Ceres, called out from the stands, “Meg, those are very

ancient. We all got together, the camp’s gardeners, and collected them for

you from our greenhouse storage bins. Honestly, I’m not even sure what

they’ll all grow into, but you should have fun finding out! I hope you can use

them against the last emperor.”

Meg looked at a loss for words. Her lip quivered. She nodded and

blinked her thanks.

“Okay, then!” Frank said. “I know we ate at the funeral, but we need to

celebrate Hazel’s and Lavinia’s promotions, wish Reyna the best on her new

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