Bast raised an eyebrow. "Why, we"ll summon more G.o.ds, of course."
C A R T E R.
10. Bast Goes Green.
[Sadie, stop it! Yeah, I"m getting to that part.] Sorry, she keeps trying to distract me by setting fire to my-never mind. Where was I?
We barreled off the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan and headed north on Clinton Street.
"They"re still following," Sadie warned.
Sure enough, the carriers were only a block behind us, weaving around cars and trampling over sidewalk displays of tourist junk.
"We"ll buy some time." Bast growled deep in her throat-a sound so low and powerful it made my teeth buzz. She yanked the wheel and swerved right onto East Houston.
I looked back. Just as the carriers turned the corner, a horde of cats materialized all around them. Some jumped from windows. Some ran from the sidewalks and alleys. Some crawled from the storm drains. All of them converged on the carriers in a wave of fur and claws-climbing up their copper legs, scratching their backs, clinging to their faces, and weighing down the sedan box. The carriers stumbled, dropping the box. They began blindly swatting at the cats. Two cars swerved to avoid the animals and collided, blocking the entire street, and the carriers went down under the ma.s.s of angry felines. We turned onto the FDR Drive, and the scene disappeared from view.
"Nice," I admitted.
"It won"t hold them long," Bast said. "Now-Central Park!"
Bast ditched the Lexus at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"We"ll run from here," she said. "It"s just behind the museum."
When she said run, she meant it. Sadie and I had to sprint to keep up, and Bast wasn"t even breaking a sweat. She didn"t stop for little things like hot dog stands or parked cars. Anything under ten feet tall she leaped over with ease, leaving us to scramble around the obstacles as best we could.
We ran into the park on the East Drive. As soon as we turned north, the obelisk loomed above us. A little over seventy feet tall, it looked like an exact copy of the needle in London. It was tucked away on a gra.s.sy hill, so it actually felt isolated, which is hard to achieve in the center of New York. There was no one around except a couple of joggers farther down the path. I could hear the traffic behind us on Fifth Avenue, but even that seemed far away.
We stopped at the obelisk"s base. Bast sniffed the air as if smelling for trouble. Once I was standing still, I realized just how cold I was. The sun was directly overhead, but the wind ripped right through my borrowed linen clothes.
"I wish I"d grabbed something warmer," I muttered. "A wool coat would be nice."
"No, it wouldn"t," Bast said, scanning the horizon. "You"re dressed for magic."
Sadie shivered. "We have to freeze to be magical?"
"Magicians avoid animal products," Bast said absently. "Fur, leather, wool, any of that. The residual life aura can interfere with spells."
"My boots seem all right," Sadie noted.
"Leather," Bast said with distaste. "You may have a higher tolerance, so a bit of leather won"t bother your magic. I don"t know. But linen clothing is always best, or cotton-plant material. At any rate, Sadie, I think we"re clear for the moment. There"s a window of auspicious time starting right now, at eleven thirty, but it won"t last long. Get started."
Sadie blinked. "Me? Why me? You"re the G.o.ddess!"
"I"m not good at portals," Bast said. "Cats are protectors. Just control your emotions. Panic or fear will kill a spell. We have to get out of here before Set summons the other G.o.ds to his cause."
I frowned. "You mean Set"s got, like, other evil G.o.ds on speed dial?"
Bast glanced nervously toward the trees. "Evil and good may not be the best way to think of it, Carter. As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe. Set is all about chaos."
"But what about the other G.o.ds Dad released?" I persisted. "Aren"t they good guys? Isis, Osiris, Horus, Nephthys-where are they?"
Bast fixed her eyes on me. "That"s a good question, Carter."
A Siamese cat broke through the bushes and ran up to Bast. They looked at each other for a moment. Then the Siamese dashed away.
"The carriers are close," Bast announced. "And something else...something much stronger, closing in from the east. I think the carriers" master has grown impatient."
My heart did a flip. "Set is coming?"
"No," Bast said. "Perhaps a minion. Or an ally. My cats are having trouble describing what they"re seeing, and I don"t want to find out. Sadie, now is the time. Just concentrate on opening a gateway to the Duat. I"ll keep off the attackers. Combat magic is my specialty."
"Like what you did in the mansion?" I asked.
Bast showed her pointed teeth. "No, that was just combat."
The woods rustled, and the carriers emerged. Their sedan chair"s shroud had been shredded by cat claws. The carriers themselves were scratched and dented. One walked with a limp, his leg bent backward at the knee. Another had a car fender wrapped around his neck.
The four metal men carefully set down their sedan chair. They looked at us and drew golden metal clubs from their belts.
"Sadie, get to work," Bast ordered. "Carter, you"re welcome to help me."
The cat G.o.ddess unsheathed her knives. Her body began to glow with a green hue. An aura surrounded her, growing larger, like a bubble of energy, and lifting her off the ground. The aura took shape until Bast was encased in a holographic projection about four times her normal size. It was an image of the G.o.ddess in her ancient form-a twenty-foot-tall woman with the head of a cat. Floating in midair in the center of the hologram, Bast stepped forward. The giant cat G.o.ddess moved with her. It didn"t seem possible that a see-through image could have substance, but its foot shook the ground. Bast raised her hand. The glowing green warrior did the same, unsheathing claws as long and sharp as rapiers. Bast swiped the sidewalk in front of her and shredded the pavement to concrete ribbons. She turned and smiled at me. The giant cat"s head did likewise, baring horrible fangs that could"ve bitten me in half.
"This," Bast said, "is combat magic."
At first I was too stunned to do anything but watch as Bast launched her green war machine into the middle of the carriers.
She slashed one carrier to pieces with a single swipe, then stepped on another and flattened him into a metal pancake. The other two carriers attacked her holographic legs, but their metal clubs bounced harmlessly off the ghostly light with showers of sparks.
Meanwhile Sadie stood in front of the obelisk with her arms raised, shouting: "Open, you stupid piece of rock!"
Finally I drew my sword. My hands were shaking. I didn"t want to charge into battle, but I felt like I should help. And if I had to fight, I figured having a twenty-foot-tall glowing cat warrior on my side was the way to do it. "Sadie, I-I"m going to help Bast. Keep trying!"
"I am!"
I ran forward just as Bast sliced the other two carriers apart like loaves of bread. With relief, I thought: Well, that"s it.
Then all four carriers began to re-form. The flat one peeled himself off the pavement. The sliced ones" pieces clicked together like magnets, and the carriers stood up good as new.
"Carter, help me hack them apart!" Bast called. "They need to be in smaller pieces!"
I tried to stay out of Bast"s way as she sliced and stomped. Then as soon as she disabled a carrier, I went to work chopping its remains into smaller pieces. They seemed more like Play-Doh than metal, because my blade mashed them up pretty easily.
Another few minutes and I was surrounded by piles of coppery rubble. Bast made a glowing fist and smashed the sedan into kindling.
"That wasn"t so hard," I said. "What were we running for?"
Inside her glowing sh.e.l.l, Bast"s face was coated with sweat. It hadn"t occurred to me that a G.o.ddess could get tired, but her magic avatar must"ve taken a lot of effort.
"We"re not safe yet," she warned. "Sadie, how"s it coming?"
"It"s not," Sadie complained. "Isn"t there another way?"
Before Bast could answer, the bushes rustled with a new sound-like rain, except more slithery.
A chill ran up my back. "What...what is that?"
"No," Bast murmured. "It can"t be. Not her."
Then the bushes exploded. A thousand brown creepy-crawlies poured from the woods in a carpet of grossness-all pincers and stinging tails.
I wanted to yell, "Scorpions!" But my voice wouldn"t work. My legs started trembling. I hate scorpions. They"re everywhere in Egypt. Many times I"d found them in my hotel bed or shower. Once I"d even found one in my sock.
"Sadie!" Bast called urgently.
"Nothing!" Sadie moaned.
The scorpions kept coming-thousands upon thousands. Out of the woods a woman appeared, walking fearlessly through the middle of the arachnids. She wore brown robes with gold jewelry glinting around her neck and arms. Her long black hair was cut Ancient Egyptianstyle with a strange crown on top. Then I realized it wasn"t a crown-she had a live, supersize scorpion nesting on her head. Millions of the little nasties swirled around her like she was the center of their storm.
"Serqet," Bast growled.
"The scorpion G.o.ddess," I guessed. Maybe that should"ve terrified me, but I was already pretty much at my maximum. "Can you take her?"
Bast"s expression didn"t rea.s.sure me.
"Carter, Sadie," she said, "this is going to get ugly. Get to the museum. Find the temple. It may protect you."
"What temple?" I asked.
"And what about you?" Sadie added.
"I"ll be fine. I"ll catch up." But when Bast looked at me, I could tell she wasn"t sure. She was just buying us time.
"Go!" she ordered. She turned her giant green cat warrior to face the ma.s.s of scorpions.
Embarra.s.sing truth? In the face of those scorpions, I didn"t even pretend to be brave. I grabbed Sadie"s arm and we ran.
S A D I E.
11. We Meet the Human Flamethrower.
RIGHT, I"M TAKING THE MICROPHONE. There is no chance Carter would tell this part properly, as it"s about Zia. [Shut up, Carter. You know it"s true.] There is no chance Carter would tell this part properly, as it"s about Zia. [Shut up, Carter. You know it"s true.]
Oh, who is Zia? Sorry, getting ahead of myself.
We raced to the entrance of the museum, and I had no idea why, except that a giant glowing cat woman had told us to. Now, you must realize I was already devastated by everything that had happened. First, I"d lost my father. Second, my loving grandparents had kicked me out of the flat. Then I"d discovered I was apparently "blood of the pharaohs," born to a magical family, and all sorts of rubbish that sounded quite impressive but only brought me loads of trouble. And as soon as I"d found a new home-a mansion with proper breakfast and friendly pets and quite a nice room for me, by the way-Uncle Amos disappeared, my lovely new crocodile and baboon friends were tossed in a river, and the mansion was set on fire. And if that wasn"t enough, my faithful cat m.u.f.fin had decided to engage in a hopeless battle with a swarm of scorpions.
Do you call it a "swarm" for scorpions? A herd? A gaggle? Oh, never mind.
The point is I couldn"t believe I"d been asked to open a magic doorway when clearly I had no such skill, and now my brother was dragging me away. I felt like an utter failure. [And no comments from you, Carter. As I recall, you weren"t much help at the time, either.]
"We can"t just leave Bast!" I shouted. "Look!"
Carter kept running, dragging me along, but I could see quite clearly what was happening back at the obelisk. A ma.s.s of scorpions had crawled up Bast"s glowing green legs and were wriggling into the hologram like it was gelatin. Bast smashed hundreds of them with her feet and fists, but there were simply too many. Soon they were up to her waist, and her ghostly sh.e.l.l began to flicker. Meanwhile, the brown-robed G.o.ddess advanced slowly, and I had a feeling she would be worse than any number of scorpions.
Carter pulled me through a row of bushes and I lost sight of Bast. We burst onto Fifth Avenue, which seemed ridiculously normal after the magic battle. We ran down the sidewalk, shoved through a knot of pedestrians, and climbed the steps of the Met.
A banner above the entrance announced some sort of special Christmas event, which I suppose is why the museum was open on a holiday, but I didn"t bother reading the details. We pushed straight inside.
What did it look like? Well, it was a museum: huge entry hall, lots of columns and so on. I can"t claim I spent much time admiring the decor. I do remember it had queues for the ticket windows, because we ran right past them. There were also security guards, because they yelled at us as we dashed into the exhibits. By luck, we ended up in the Egyptian area, in front of a reconstructed tomb sort of place with narrow corridors. Carter probably could"ve told you what the structure was supposed to be, but honestly I didn"t care.
"Come on," I said.
We slipped inside the exhibit, which proved quite enough to lose the security guards, or perhaps they had better things to do than pursue naughty children.
When we popped out again, we sneaked around until we were sure we weren"t being followed. The Egypt wing wasn"t crowded-just a few clumps of old people and a foreign tour group with a guide explaining a sarcophagus in French. "Et voici la momie!"
Strangely, no one seemed to notice the enormous sword on Carter"s back, which surely must"ve been a security issue (and much more interesting than the exhibits). A few old people did give us odd looks, but I suspect that was because we were dressed in linen pajamas, drenched in sweat, and covered in gra.s.s and leaves. My hair was probably a nightmare as well.
I found an empty room and pulled Carter aside. The gla.s.s cases were full of shabti. A few days earlier I wouldn"t have given them a second thought. Now, I kept glancing at the statues, sure they"d come to life any minute and try to bash me on the head.
"What now?" I asked Carter. "Did you see any temple?"
"No." He knit his eyebrows as if trying hard to remember. "I think there"s a rebuilt temple down that hall...or is that in the Brooklyn Museum? Maybe the one in Munich? Sorry, I"ve been to so many museums with Dad that they all get mixed together."
I sighed in exasperation. "Poor boy, forced to travel the world, skip school, and spend time with Dad while I get a whole two days a year with him!"
"Hey!" Carter turned on me with surprising force. "You get a home! You get friends and a normal life and don"t wake up each morning wondering what country you"re in! You don"t-"
The gla.s.s case next to us shattered, spraying gla.s.s at our feet.
Carter looked at me, bewildered. "Did we just-"
"Like my exploding birthday cake," I grumbled, trying not to let on how startled I was. "You need to control your temper."
"Me?"
Alarms began to blare. Red lights pulsed through the corridor. A garbled voice came on the loudspeaker and said something about proceeding calmly to the exits. The French tour group ran past us, screaming in panic, followed by a crowd of remarkably fast old people with walkers and canes.