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tried to push it off, the camel farted with gusto and splayed its legs even further.
    Meanwhile, Sadie had taken a piece of chalk from her bag. She scribbled furiously on the concrete floor behind Serapis, perhaps writing a nice epitaph to commemorate their imminent death.
    Annabeth recalled a quote her friend Frank had once shared with her – something from Sun Tzu’s 
The Art of War.
    When weak, act strong
.
    Annabeth stood straight and laughed in Serapis’s face. ‘Throw things at me all you want, Lord Serapis. I don’t even need a staff to defend myself. My powers are too great! Or perhaps you want to stop wasting my time and tell me how I may serve you, 
assuming
 I agree to become your new high priestess.’
    The god’s face glowed with outrage.
    Annabeth was sure he would drop the entire whirlwind of debris on her, and there was no way she’d be able to stop it. She considered throwing her dagger at the god’s eye, the way her friend Rachel had once distracted the Titan Kronos, but Annabeth didn’t trust her aim.
    Finally Serapis gave her a twisted smile. ‘You have courage, girl. I’ll grant you that. And you did make haste to find me. Perhaps you 
can
 serve. You will be the first of many to give me your power, your life, your very soul!’
    ‘Sounds fun.’ Annabeth glanced at Sadie, wishing she would hurry up with that chalk art.
    ‘But first,’ Serapis said, ‘I must have my staff!’
    He gestured towards the camel. A red hieroglyph burned on the creature’s hide, and, with one final fart, the poor dromedary dissolved into a pile of sand.
    The three-headed monster got to its forepaws, shaking off the sand.
    ‘Hold it!’ Annabeth yelled.
    The monster’s three heads snarled at her.
    Serapis scowled. ‘What now, girl?’
    ‘Well, I should … you know, present the staff to you, as your high priestess! We should do things properly!’
    Annabeth lunged for the monster. It was much too heavy for her to pick up, but she stuck her dagger in her belt and used both hands to grab the end of the creature’s conical shell, dragging it backwards, away from the god.
    Meanwhile, Sadie had drawn a big circle about the size of a hula-hoop on the concrete. She was now decorating it with hieroglyphs, using several different colors of chalk.
    By all means
, Annabeth thought with frustration. 
Take your time and make it pretty!
    She managed to smile at Serapis while holding back the staff monster that was still trying to claw its way forward.
    ‘Now, my lord,’ Annabeth said, ‘tell me your glorious plan! Something about souls and lives?’
    The staff monster howled in protest, probably because it could see Sadie hiding behind the god, doing her top-secret pavement art. Serapis didn’t seem to notice.
    ‘Behold!’ He spread his muscular arms. ‘The new center of my power!’
    Red sparks blazed through the frozen whirlwind. A web of light connected the dots until Annabeth saw the glowing outline of the structure Serapis was building: a massive tower three hundred feet tall, designed in three tapering tiers – a square bottom, an octagonal middle and a circular top. At the zenith blazed a fire as bright as a Cyclops’s forge.
    ‘A lighthouse,’ Annabeth said. ‘The Lighthouse of Alexandria.’
    ‘Indeed, my young priestess.’ Serapis paced back and forth like a teacher giving a lecture, though his floral-print shorts were pretty distracting. His wicker-basket hat kept tilting to one side or the other, spilling grain. Somehow he still failed to notice Sadie squatting behind him, scribbling pretty pictures with her chalk.
    ‘Alexandria!’ the god cried. ‘Once the greatest city in the world, the ultimate fusion of Greek and Egyptian power! I was its supreme god, and now I have risen again. I will create my new capital here!’
    ‘Uh … in Rockaway Beach?’
    Serapis stopped and scratched his beard. ‘You have a point. That name won’t do. We will call it … Rockandria? Serapaway? Well,