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And he'll hit it hard. The attacks we'd witnessed over the summer had left us both with nightmares. True, ful-out Armageddon hadn't come yet. It had been six months since the Chaos snake Apophis had escaped from his Underworld prison, but he still hadn't launched a large-scale invasion of the mortal world as we'd expected.
For some reason, the serpent was biding his time, settling for smaler attacks on nomes that seemed secure and happy. Like this one, I thought. As we passed the pavilion, the band finished their song. A pretty blond woman with a fiddle waved her bow at JD.
I'll be back. JD turned to us. He nodded, his expression turning dark. Why are you so sure Apophis will strike here? The last one in existence happens to be in your Tut exhibit. I hesitated. Before coming to Dalas, we'd cast all sorts of shielding spels and loaded up on protective amulets to prevent magical eavesdropping, but I was still nervous about speaking our plans aloud.
They're waiting at the museum. If you'll let us examine the artifact, possibly take it with us for safekeeping - " examine the artifact, possibly take it with us for safekeeping - " "Take it with you?
I have my best magicians surrounding it night and day. You think you can do better at Brooklyn House? Across the street, a two-story-tall King Tut banner hung from the side of the museum.
Carter took out his mobile phone. He showed JD Grissom an image on the screen - a burned-out mansion that had once been the headquarters for the One Hundredth Nome in Toronto. In the other attacks like this one Felix had summoned three penguins, which were waddling around wearing paper King Tut masks.
Our baboon friend, Khufu, sat atop a bookshelf reading The History of the Pharaohs, which would've been quite impressive except he was holding the book upside down.
Walt oh, dear Walt, why? Alyssa levitated clay pots with her earth elemental magic, juggling twenty or thirty at a time in a figure eight. Carter cleared his throat.
Walt froze, his hands full of gold jewelry. Khufu scrambled down the bookshelf, knocking off most of the books. Alyssa's pottery crashed to the floor. Felix tried to shoo his penguins behind the til. He does have rather strong feelings about the usefulness of penguins. I'm afraid I can't explain it. JD Grissom drummed his fingers against his Lone Star belt buckle. I'll just, um Most of the time, I could now channel power from my patron goddess Isis without passing out.
And I hadn't exploded once. The hieroglyph for Join together glowed briefly in the air: Broken bits of pottery flew back together and mended Broken bits of pottery flew.
Books returned to the shelf. The King Tut masks flew off the penguins, revealing them to be - gasp penguins. Our friends looked rather embarrassed.
He was tall and athletic, built like a basketball player, in workout pants and sleeveless tee that showed off his sculpted arms. His skin was the color of hot cocoa, his face every bit as regal and handsome as the statues of his pharaoh ancestors. Did I fancy him? Wel, it's complicated. More on that later.
JD Grissom looked over our team. On one side, stairs led up to a balcony with a row of offices. On the other side, glass wals looked out at the nighttime skyline of Dalas. JD pointed up at the balcony, where two men in black linen robes were patroling.
Guards are everywhere. They glanced down at us, and I noticed their eyes were glowing. Hieroglyphs were painted on their cheekbones like war paint. Alyssa whispered to me: Since her patron was the earth god Geb, she liked solid things, such as stone and clay. She didn't like heights or deep water. She definitely didn't like the idea of the Duat - the magical realm that coexisted with ours.
Once, when I'd described the Duat as an ocean under our feet with layers and layers of magical dimensions going down forever, I thought Alyssa was going to get seasick. Ten-year-old Felix, on the other hand, had no such qualms. Alyssa laughed.
Which is - " "Agh!
Leave it to a baboon to have perfect astronomical sense. Two magicians stood guard with ful-grown leopards on leashes. Carter looked at JD in astonishment.
Now, which artifact did you want to see? I'll show you. Inside, the exhibit was extensive, but I doubt you care about the details. A labyrinth of rooms with sarcophagi, statues, furniture, bits of gold jewelry - blah, blah, blah. I would have passed it all by. I've seen enough Egyptian colections to last several lifetimes, thank you very much.
Besides, everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of bad experiences. We passed cases of shabti figurines, no doubt enchanted to come to life when caled upon. I'd kiled my share of those. We passed statues of glowering monsters and gods whom I'd fought in person - the vulture Nekhbet, who'd once possessed my Gran long story ; the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat longer story ; and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanquished with hot sauce don't even ask.
Most upsetting of al: The carving was eons old, but I recognized that pug nose, the bushy sideburns, the potbely, and the endearingly ugly face that looked as if it had been hit repeatedly endearingly ugly face that looked as if it had been hit repeatedly with a frying pan. We'd only known Bes for a few days, but he'd literaly sacrificed his soul to help us.
Now, each time I saw him I was reminded of a debt I could never repay. I must have lingered at his statue longer than I realized. The rest of the group had passed me and were turning into the next room, about twenty meters ahead, when a voice next to me said, "Psst!
I thought the statue of Bes might have spoken. Then the voice caled again: Listen up. Not much time. He had a beak of a nose, cruel thin lips, and a high forehead. Though he was the same color as the wal, he seemed very much alive. His blank eyes managed to convey a look of impatience. You need my help.
He reminded me of a character from those sily Mafia movies the boys at Brooklyn House liked to watch in their spare time - someone's Uncle Vinnie, perhaps. The man snorted. Like there's The man snorted. Like there's anybody who doesn't know. You've got two days until they put me down. You want to defeat Apophis, you'd better pull some strings and get me out of here.
The man didn't sound like Set the god of evil, or the serpent Apophis, or any of the other vilains I'd dealt with before, but one could never be sure. There was this thing caled magic, after al. The man jutted out his chin. You want a show of faith. You'll never save the scroll, but go for the golden box.
That'll give you a clue about what you need, if you're smart enough to understand it. Day after tomorrow at sunset, dol. Then my offer expires, 'cause that's when I get permanently - " He choked.
His eyes widened. He strained as if a noose were tightening around his neck. He slowly melted back into the wal. Of course not, I thought. What fun would it be if other people saw my vision of Uncle Vinnie? Then I couldn't wonder if I were going stark raving mad. The entrance to the next room was flanked by two giant obsidian The entrance to the next room was flanked by two giant obsidian sphinxes with the bodies of lions and the heads of rams.
Carter says that particular type of sphinx is caled a criosphinx. We were all dying to know that bit of useless information. I'll need to modify them to let you through. Carter puled me aside. Probably just one of Apophis's tricks, but Walt was staring at a golden throne in a glass case. He leaned forward with one hand on the glass as if he might be sick. I moved to Walt's side. Light from the exhibit bathed his face, turning his features reddish brown like the hils of Egypt.