“Halt!” they yelled in unison. “Intruder!” “It’s just me!” I said, which didn’t seem to help. “Lester!” Still nothing. “Meg’s old, you know, servant.” The Meliai lowered their spear points. “Oh, yes,” said one. “Servant of the Meg,” said another. “The weak, insufficient one,” said a third. “Before the Meg had our services.” “I’ll have you know I’m a full Olympian god now,” I protested. The dryads did not look impressed.
