“It is best not to dwell on that, and we should be on our way to the palace of Hades,” said Hermes.
They moved relatively quickly past the solemn judges, who would have objected to their presence had Thanos not raised the golden bough for them to see. Just beyond them flowed Lethe, shaded by a white cypress, and a small pool, shaded by a white poplar—Leuce, presumably.
“That’s the pool of Mnemosyne,” said Keisha. “Poseidon told me we should all drink from it to supercharge the way our memories operate, so we’d be more likely to spot clues about Patrick.”
“Then do so,” said Hermes, “but quickly. I sense Hades nearby and want to be sure we catch him before he moves to a different part of the Underworld.”
Each one of the students drank, and all of them felt tingly, but none of them experi
