Tara and Bermuda
Though we found them both, they were busy doing separate things, so Nico and I had to wait until dinner to talk to both of them. Nico and Annabeth stood at the end of the Poseidon table next to Percy and I, who sat at the edge of the bench, a healthy distance away from our siblings, who were very bad at hiding the fact that they were all trying to eavesdrop on our conversation.
“Why do we need to get Tara and Bermuda if you know how to do it?” Percy asked.
“I’m not that good at it,” I admitted. “I almost messed it up when I did it on my brother, and I can only do one person a day if I’m well-rested. We would need more people who are more experienced magicians in order to give everyone at camp this kind of protection.”
“Don’t you think we should tell Chiron about this?” Annabeth asked.
“He could already know,” Nico said.
“Doubt it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Carman brothers within twenty feet of Chiron,” Percy said.
Annabeth looked over at the Hecate table, as if she was trying to measure the distance between it and the Dionysus table, where Chiron and Mr. D sat with Mr. D’s sons. “I don’t think they would have told him,” she decided.
“Then we should get Tara and Bermuda on our side before we tell Chiron,” Nico said. “As great as you are, Katelyn, I think it will be a more credible idea coming from them.”
I blushed and nodded.
“So how do we get them to listen to us? Wouldn’t the Carman brothers have them under oath or something?” Percy asked.
“Only one way to find out,” I said.
That night at the campfire, I approached Bermuda.
“What’s up?” she asked as I sat down next to her. I offered her a marshmallow, but she waved it away. “I hate sugar, but thanks.”
I blinked, unable to believe what I had heard, but I shoved the thought away. Now was not the time. “I’ll cut to the chase. Remember that charm I came to ask Jay about?”
“Yep,” Bermuda said, twirling her hair disinterestedly.
“Have the Carman brothers told anyone about it? Or used it on anyone besides themselves?”
“They used it on Tara and I,” Bermuda said. “And obviously they’ve told some people, or else you never would have heard about it.”
“But did they tell Chiron?”
Bermuda shook her head.
“Don’t you think we should? It has huge potential for allowing all of us to have a better quality of life.”
Bermuda nodded slowly, as if considering what I had said. “Here’s the thing: Jaq is a total dictator. I don’t think he found out that Jay taught you the charm, but when he does… Jay will be sleeping outside for the foreseeable future.”
“So why not take it one step farther? Tell Chiron.”
Bermuda laughed. “That’s a lot of steps, kid. And you won’t find me facing the wrath of Jaq.”
“Couldn’t you just ask Chiron to sleep in the Big House?”
“And have Jaq put worms in my bed or curse me with boils or something? No way.”
“He’s really that crazy?”
“You haven’t even scratched the surface. Jaq has Jake under his thumb, too, so don’t even bother trying with him.”
“But he doesn’t have Tara or Jay?”
“Jay does his own thing,” Bermuda said, shrugging and picking up an ant that was crawling on the seat of the amphitheater. “Tara looks up to Jaq and Jake, but I don’t know where her loyalties lie.”
“Jark’s just a baby.”
“Can he do magic?”
“Of course he can,” Bermuda said, rolling her eyes. “He might end up being better at it than Jaq.”
“You’re not going to help me, are you?”
“You can count me out.”