Percy was waiting for them. He looked mad.He stood at the edge of the glacier, leaning on the staff with the golden eagle, gazing down at the wreckage he'd caused: several hundred acres of newly open water dotted with icebergs and flotsam from the ruined camp.The only remains on the glacier were the main gates, which listed sideways, and a tattered blue banner lying over a pile of now-bricks.When they ran up to him, Percy said, Hey, like they were just meeting for lunch or something.You're alive! Frank marveled.Percy frowned. The fall? That was nothing. I fell twice that far from the St. Louis Arch.You did Hazel asked.Never mind. The important thing was I didn't drown.