The Red Pyramid

Chapter 11

I staggered to my feet and realized that the center of the blast had been m.u.f.fin. My cat was no longer there. In her place was a woman-small and lithe like a gymnast. Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore a skintight leopard-skin jumpsuit and m.u.f.fin"s pendant around her neck.

She turned and grinned at me, and her eyes were still m.u.f.fin"s-yellow with black feline pupils. "About time," she chided.

The serpopards got over their shock and charged the cat woman. Their heads struck with lightning speed. They should"ve ripped her in two, but the cat lady leaped straight up, flipping three times, and landed above them, perched on the mantel.

She flexed her wrists, and two enormous knives shot from her sleeves into her hands. "A-a-ah, fun!"

The monsters charged. She launched herself between them, dancing and dodging with incredible grace, letting them lash at her futilely while she threaded their necks together. When she stepped away, the serpopards were hopelessly intertwined. The more they struggled, the tighter the knots became. They trampled back and forth, knocking over furniture and roaring in frustration.



"Poor things," the cat woman purred. "Let me help."

Her knives flashed, and the two monsters" heads thudded to the floor at her feet. Their bodies collapsed and dissolved into enormous piles of sand.

"So much for my playthings," the woman said sadly. "From sand they come, and to sand they return."

She turned towards us, and the knives shot back into her sleeves. "Carter, Sadie, we should leave. Worse will be coming."

Carter made a choking sound. "Worse? Who-how-what-"

"All in good time." The woman stretched her arms above her head with great satisfaction. "So good to be in human form again! Now, Sadie, can you open us a door through the Duat, please?"

I blinked. "Um...no. I mean-I don"t know how."

The woman narrowed her eyes, clearly disappointed. "Shame. We"ll need more power, then. An obelisk."

"But that"s in London," I protested. "We can"t-"

"There"s a nearer one in Central Park. I try to avoid Manhattan, but this is an emergency. We"ll just pop over and open a portal."

"A portal to where?" I demanded. "Who are you, and why are you my cat?"

The woman smiled. "For now, we just want a portal out of danger. As for my name, it"s not m.u.f.fin, thank you very much. It"s-"

"Bast," Carter interrupted. "Your pendant-it"s the symbol of Bast, G.o.ddess of cats. I thought it was just decoration but...that"s you, isn"t it?"

"Very good, Carter," Bast said. "Now come, while we can still make it out of here alive."

C A R T E R.

9. We Run from Four Guys in Skirts.

SO, YEAH. OUR CAT WAS A G.o.dDESS.

What else is new?

She didn"t give us much time to talk about it. She ordered me to the library to grab my dad"s magic kit, and when I came back she was arguing with Sadie about Khufu and Philip.

"We have to search for them!" Sadie insisted.

"They"ll be fine," said Bast. "However, we will not be, unless we leave now."

I raised my hand. "Um, excuse me, Miss G.o.ddess Lady? Amos told us the house was-"

"Safe?" Bast snorted. "Carter, the defenses were too easily breached. Someone sabotaged them."

"What do you mean? Who-"

"Only a magician of the House could"ve done it."

"Another magician?" I asked. "Why would another magician want to sabotage Amos"s house?"

"Oh, Carter," Bast sighed. "So young, so innocent. Magicians are devious creatures. Could be a million reasons why one would backstab another, but we don"t have time to discuss it. Now, come on!"

She grabbed our arms and led us out the front door. She"d sheathed her knives, but she still had some wicked sharp claws for fingernails that hurt as they dug into my skin. As soon as we stepped outside, the cold wind stung my eyes. We climbed down a long flight of metal stairs into the industrial yard that surrounded the factory.

Dad"s workbag was heavy on my shoulder. The curved sword I"d strapped across my back felt cold against my thin linen clothes. I"d started to sweat during the serpopard attack, and now my perspiration felt like it was turning to ice.

I looked around for more monsters, but the yard seemed abandoned. Old construction equipment lay in rusting heaps-a bulldozer, a crane with a wrecking ball, a couple of cement mixers. Piles of sheet metal and stacks of crates made a maze of obstacles between the house and the street a few hundred yards away.

We were about halfway across the yard when an old gray tomcat stepped in our path. One of his ears was torn. His left eye was swollen shut. Judging from his scars, he"d spent most of his life fighting.

Bast crouched and stared at the cat. He looked up at her calmly.

"Thank you," Bast said.

The old tomcat trotted off toward the river.

"What was that about?" Sadie asked.

"One of my subjects, offering help. He"ll spread the news about our predicament. Soon every cat in New York will be on alert."

"He was so battered," Sadie said. "If he"s your subject, couldn"t you heal him?"

"And take away his marks of honor? A cat"s battle scars are part of his ident.i.ty. I couldn"t-" Suddenly Bast tensed. She dragged us behind a stack of crates.

"What is it?" I whispered.

She flexed her wrists and her knives slid into her hands. She peeped over the top of the crates, every muscle in her body trembling. I tried to see what she was looking at, but there was nothing except the old wrecking-ball crane.

Bast"s mouth twitched with excitement. Her eyes were fixed on the huge metal ball. I"d seen kittens look like that when they stalked catnip toy mice, or pieces of string, or rubber b.a.l.l.s....b.a.l.l.s? No. Bast was an ancient G.o.ddess. Surely she wouldn"t- "This could be it." She shifted her weight. "Stay very very still."

"There"s no one there," Sadie hissed.

I started to say, "Um..."

Bast lunged over the crates. She flew thirty feet through the air, knives flashing, and landed on the wrecking ball with such force that she broke the chain. The cat G.o.ddess and the huge metal sphere smashed into the dirt and went rolling across the yard.

"Rowww!" Bast wailed. The wrecking ball rolled straight over her, but she didn"t appear hurt. She leaped off and pounced again. Her knives sliced through the metal like wet clay. Within seconds, the wrecking ball was reduced to a mound of sc.r.a.ps.

Bast sheathed her blades. "Safe now!"

Sadie and I looked at each other.

"You saved us from a metal ball," Sadie said.

"You never know," Bast said. "It could"ve been hostile."

Just then a deep boom! shook the ground. I looked back at the mansion. Tendrils of blue fire curled from the top windows.

"Come on," Bast said. "Our time is up!"

I thought maybe she"d whisk us off by magic, or at least hail a taxi. Instead, Bast borrowed a silver Lexus convertible.

"Oh, yes," she purred. "I like this one! Come along, children."

"But this isn"t yours," I pointed out.

"My dear, I"m a cat. Everything I see is mine." She touched the ignition and the keyhole sparked. The engine began to purr. [No, Sadie. Not like a cat, like an engine.]

"Bast," I said, "you can"t just-"

Sadie elbowed me. "We"ll work out how to return it later, Carter. Right now we"ve got an emergency."

She pointed back toward the mansion. Blue flames and smoke now billowed from every window. But that wasn"t the scary part-coming down the stairs were four men carrying a large box, like an oversize coffin with long handles sticking out at both ends. The box was covered with a black shroud and looked big enough for at least two bodies. The four men wore only kilts and sandals. Their coppery skin glinted in the sun as if made of metal.

"Oh, that"s bad," Bast said. "In the car, please."

I decided not to ask questions. Sadie beat me to the shotgun seat so I climbed in back. The four metallic guys with the box were racing across the yard, coming straight for us at an unbelievable speed. Before I even had my seat belt on, Bast hit the gas.

We tore through the streets of Brooklyn, weaving insanely through traffic, riding over sidewalks, narrowly missing pedestrians.

Bast drove with reflexes that were...well, catlike. Any human trying to drive so fast would"ve had a dozen wrecks, but she got us safely onto the Williamsburg Bridge.

I thought for sure we must"ve lost our pursuers, but when I looked back, the four copper men with the black box were weaving in and out of traffic. They appeared to be jogging at a normal pace, but they pa.s.sed cars that were doing fifty. Their bodies blurred like choppy images in an old movie, as if they were out of sync with the regular stream of time.

"What are they?" I asked. "Shabti?"

"No, carriers." Bast glanced in the rearview mirror. "Summoned straight from the Duat. They"ll stop at nothing to find their victims, throw them in the sedan-"

"The what?" Sadie interrupted.

"The large box," Bast said. "It"s a kind of carriage. The carriers capture you, beat you senseless, throw you in, and carry you back to their master. They never lose their prey, and they never give up."

"But what do they want us for?"

"Trust me," Bast growled, "you don"t want to know."

I thought about the fiery man last night in Phoenix-how he"d fried one of his servants into a grease spot. I was pretty sure I didn"t want to meet him face-to-face again.

"Bast," I said, "if you"re a G.o.ddess, can"t you just snap your fingers and disintegrate those guys? Or wave your hand and teleport us away?"

"Wouldn"t that be nice? But my power in this host is limited."

"You mean m.u.f.fin?" Sadie asked. "But you"re not a cat anymore."

"She"s still my host, Sadie, my anchor on this side of the Duat-and a very imperfect one. Your call for help allowed me to a.s.sume human shape, but that alone takes a great deal of power. Besides, even when I"m in a powerful host, Set"s magic is stronger than mine."

"Could you please say something I actually understand?" I pleaded.

"Carter, we don"t have time for a full discussion on G.o.ds and hosts and the limits of magic! We have to get you to safety."

Bast floored the accelerator and shot up the middle of the bridge. The four carriers with the sedan raced after us, blurring the air as they moved, but no cars swerved to avoid them. No one panicked or even looked at them.

"How can people not see them?" I said. "Don"t they notice four copper men in skirts running up the bridge with a weird black box?"

Bast shrugged. "Cats can hear many sounds you can"t. Some animals see things in the ultraviolet spectrum that are invisible to humans. Magic is similar. Did you notice the mansion when you first arrived?"

"Well...no."

"And you are born to magic," Bast said. "Imagine how hard it would be for a regular mortal."

"Born to magic?" I remembered what Amos had said about our family being in the House of Life for a long time. "If magic, like, runs in the family, why haven"t I ever been able to do it before?"

Bast smiled in the mirror. "Your sister understands."

Sadie"s ears turned red. "No, I don"t! I still can"t believe you"re a G.o.ddess. All these years, you"ve been eating crunchy treats, sleeping on my head-"

"I made a deal with your father," Bast said. "He let me remain in the world as long as I a.s.sumed a minor form, a normal housecat, so I could protect and watch over you. It was the least I could do after-" She stopped abruptly.

A horrible thought occurred to me. My stomach fluttered, and it had nothing to do with how fast we were going. "After our mom"s death?" I guessed.

Bast stared straight ahead out the windshield.

"That"s it, isn"t it?" I said. "Dad and Mom did some kind of magic ritual at Cleopatra"s Needle. Something went wrong. Our mom died and...and they released you?"

"That"s not important right now," Bast said. "The point is I agreed to look after Sadie. And I will."

She was hiding something. I was sure of it, but her tone made it clear that the subject was closed.

"If you G.o.ds are so powerful and helpful," I said, "why does the House of Life forbid magicians from summoning you?"

Bast swerved into the fast lane. "Magicians are paranoid. Your best hope is to stay with me. We"ll get as far away as possible from New York. Then we"ll get help and challenge Set."

"What help?" Sadie asked.

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