Percy Jackson,' Hermes said, 'because you have taken on the curse of Achilles, I must spare you. You are in the hands of the Fates now. But you will never speak to me like that again. You have no idea how much I have sacrificed, how much—'His voice broke, and he shrank back to human size. 'My son, my greatest pride . . . My poor May . . .'He sounded so devastated I didn't know what to say. One minute he was ready to vaporize us. Now he looked like he needed a hug.