“You see?” Sadie said. “I’m admirable!”
“This is a nightmare.” I sat up and the blankets fell away. I looked down and found I was wearing Pokémon pajamas.
“Sadie,” I said, “I’m going to kill you.”
She batted her eyes innocently. “But the street merchant gave us a very good deal on those. Walt said they would fit you.”
Walt raised his hands. “Don’t blame me, man. I tried to stick up for you.”
Bes snorted, then did a pretty good imitation of Walt’s voice: “‘At least get the extra-large ones with Pikachu.’ Carter, your stuff’s in the bathroom. Now, are we playing senet, or not?”
I stumbled into the bathroom and was relieved to find a set of normal clothes waiting for me—fresh underwear, jeans, and a T-shirt that did not feature Pikachu. The shower made a sound like a dying elephant when I tried to turn it on, but I managed to run some rusty-smelling water in the sink and wash up as best I could.
When I came out again, I didn’t exactly feel good as new, but at least I didn’t smell like dead fish and goat meat.
My four companions were still playing senet. I’d heard of the game—supposedly one of the oldest in the world—but I’d never seen it played. The board was a rectangle with blue-and-white-checkered squares, three rows of ten spaces each. The game pieces were white and blue circles. Instead of dice, you threw four strips of ivory like Popsicle sticks, blank on one side and marked with hieroglyphs on the other.
“I thought the rules of this game were lost,” I said.
Bes raised an eyebrow. “Maybe to you mortals. The gods never forgot.”
“It’s quite easy,” Sadie said. “You make an S around the board. First team to get all their pieces to the end wins.”
“Ha!” Bes said. “There’s much more to it than that. It takes years to master.”
“Is that so, dwarf god?” Zia tossed the four sticks, and all of them came up marked. “Master that!”
Sadie and Zia gave each other a high five. Apparently, they were a team. Sadie moved a blue piece and bumped a white piece back to start.
“Walt,” Bes grumbled, “I told you not to move that piece!”
“It isn’t my fault!”
Sadie smiled at me. “It’s girls versus boys. We’re playing for Vlad Menshikov’s sunglasses.”
She held up the broken white shades that Set had given her in St. Petersburg.
“The world is about to end,” I said, “and you’re gambling over sunglasses?”
“Hey, man,” Walt said. “We’re totally multitasking. We’ve been talking for like, six hours, but we had to wait for you to wake up to make any decisions, right?”
“Besides,” Sadie said, “Bes assures us that you cannot play senet without gambling. It would shake the foundations of Ma’at.”
“That’s true,” said the dwarf. “Walt, roll, already.”
Walt threw the sticks and three came up blank.
Bes cursed. “We need a two to move out of the House of Re-Atoum, kid. Did I not explain that?”
“Sorry!”
I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I pulled up a chair.
The view out the window was better than I’d realized. About a mile away, the Pyramids of Giza gleamed red in the afternoon light. We must’ve been in the southwest outskirts of the city—near El Mansoria. I’d been through this neighborhood a dozen times with my dad on our way to various dig sites, but it was still disorienting to see the pyramids so close.
I had a million questions. I needed to tell my friends about my ba vision. But before I could get up the nerve, Sadie launched into a long explanation of what they’d been up to while I was unconscious. Mostly she concentrated on how funny I looked when I slept, and the various whimpering noises I’d made as they pulled me out of the first two burning hotel rooms. She described the excellent fresh-baked flat bread, falafel, and spiced beef they’d had for lunch (“Oh, sorry, we didn’t save you any.”) and the great deals they’d gotten shopping in the souk, the local open-air market.
“You went shopping?” I said.