“Divine Words, Kane!” Desjardins stepped forward, his face livid. “The child dares speak the Divine Words. She is corrupted by Isis, and you are guilty of assisting the gods.”
“Step off, Michel,” Amos warned.
Part of me found it amusing that Desjardins’ first name was Michel, but I was too scared to enjoy the moment.
Amos held out his wand, ready to defend us. “We must stop Set. If you’re wise—”
“I would what?” Desjardins said. “Join you? Collaborate? The gods bring nothing but destruction.”
“No!” Zia’s voice. With Carter’s help, she’d somehow managed to struggle to her feet. “Master, we can’t fight each other. That’s not what Iskandar wanted.”
“Iskandar is dead!” Desjardins bellowed. “Now, step away from them, Zia, or be destroyed with them.”
Zia looked at Carter. Then she set her jaw and faced Desjardins. “No. We must work together.”
I regarded Zia with a new respect. “You really didn’t lead him here?”
“I do not lie,” she said.
Desjardins raised his staff, and huge cracks appeared in the buildings all around him. Chunks of cement and adobe brick flew at us, but Amos summoned the wind and deflected them.
“Children, get out of here!” Amos yelled. “The other magicians won’t stay gone forever.”
“For once, he’s right,” Zia warned. “But we can’t make a portal—”
“We’ve got a flying boat,” Carter offered.
Zia nodded appreciatively. “Where?”
We pointed towards the church, but unfortunately Desjardins was between it and us.
Desjardins hurled another volley of stones. Amos deflected them with wind and lightning.
“Storm magic!” Desjardins sneered. “Since when is Amos Kane an expert in the powers of chaos? Do you see this, children? How can he be your protector?”
“Shut up,” Amos growled, and with a sweep of his staff he raised a sandstorm so huge that it blanketed the entire square.
“Now,” Zia said. We made a wide arc around Desjardins, then ran blindly towards the church. The sandstorm bit my skin and stung my eyes, but we found the stairs and climbed to the roof. The wind subsided, and across the plaza I could see Desjardins and Amos still facing each other, encased in shields of force. Amos was staggering; the effort was clearly taking too much out of him.
“I have to help,” Zia said reluctantly, “or Desjardins will kill Amos.”
“I thought you didn’t trust Amos,” Carter said.
“I don’t,” she agreed. “But if Desjardins wins this duel, we’re all dead. We’ll never escape.” She clenched her teeth as if she were preparing for something really painful.
She held out her staff and murmured an incantation. The air became warm. The staffed glowed. She released it and it burst into flame, growing into a column of fire a full meter thick and four meters tall.
“Hunt Desjardins,” she intoned.
Immediately, the fiery column floated off the roof and began moving slowly but deliberately towards the Chief Lector.
Zia crumpled. Carter and I had to grab her arms to keep her from falling on her face.
Desjardins looked up. When he saw the fire, his eyes widened with fear. “Zia!” he cursed. “You dare attack me?”
The column descended, passing through the branches of a tree and burning a hole straight through them. It landed in the street, hovering just a few centimeters above the pavement. The heat was so intense that it scorched the concrete curb and melted the tarmac. The fire came to a parked car, and instead of going round, it burned its way straight through the metal chassis, sawing the car in two.
“Good!” Amos yelled from the street. “Well done, Zia!”