He scratched his armpits, which might’ve meant he was possessed by the baboon god Babi—or not, since this behavior wasn’t too strange for Gramps.
“Listen to Babi,” Nekhbet urged. “You have no idea what awaits you on the river. You could barely fend off the two of us in London, girl. The armies of Chaos are much worse!”
“She’s not alone this time.” I stepped forward with the crook and flail. “Now, get lost.”
Gramps snarled and backed away.
Nekhbet’s eyes narrowed. “You would wield the pharaoh’s weapons?” Her tone held a hint of grudging admiration. “A bold move, child, but that will not save you.”
“You don’t get it,” I said. “We’re saving you too. We’re saving all of us from Apophis. When we come back with Ra, you’re going to help. You’re going to follow our orders, and you’re going to convince the other gods to do the same.”
“Ridiculous,” Nekhbet hissed.
I raised the crook, and power flowed through me—the power of a king. The crook was the tool of a shepherd. A king leads his people like a shepherd leads his flock. I exerted my will, and the two gods crumpled to their knees.
The images of Nekhbet and Gramps evaporated, revealing the gods’ true forms. Nekhbet was a massive vu
lture with a golden crown on her head and an elaborate jeweled collar around her neck. Her wings were still black and greasy, but they glistened as if she’d been rolling in gold dust. Babi was a giant gray baboon with fiery red eyes, scimitar fangs, and arms as thick as tree trunks.
They both glared at me with pure hatred. I knew if I wavered even for a moment, if I let the power of the crook falter, they would tear me apart.
“Swear loyalty,” I commanded. “When we return with Ra, you will obey him.”
“You’ll never succeed,” Nekhbet said.
“Then it won’t do any harm to pledge your loyalty,” I said. “Swear it!”
I raised the war flail, and the gods cringed.
“Agh,” Babi muttered.
“We swear,” Nekhbet said. “But it is an empty promise. You sail to your death.”
I slashed my crook through the air, and the gods vanished into the mist.
Sadie took a deep breath. “Well done. You sounded confident.”
“A complete act.”
“I know,” she said. “Now the hard part: finding Ra and waking him up. And having a nice dinner along the way, preferably. Without dying.”
I looked down at the boat. Thoth, the god of knowledge, had once told us that we’d always have the power to summon a boat when we needed one, because we were the blood of the pharaohs. But I’d never thought it would be this boat, and in such bad shape. Two kids in a broken-down leaky barge, alone against the forces of Chaos.
“All aboard,” I told Sadie.
S A D I E
19. The Revenge of Bullwinkle the Moose God
I SHOULD MENTION THAT Carter was wearing a skirt.
[Ha! You are not grabbing the microphone. It’s my turn.]
He neglected to tell you that, but as soon as we entered the Duat, our appearances changed, and we found ourselves wearing Ancient Egyptian clothes.
They looked quite good on me. My white silk gown shimmered. My arms were bedecked with gold rings and bracelets. True, the jeweled neck collar was a bit heavy, like one of those lead aprons you might wear for an X ray at the dentist’s, and my hair was plaited with enough hairspray to petrify a major god. But otherwise I’m sure I looked rather alluring.
Carter, on the other hand, was dressed in a man-skirt—a simple linen wrap, with his crook and flail hanging from a utility-belt sort of thing around his waist. His chest was bare except for a golden neck collar, like mine. His eyes were lined with kohl, and he wore no shoes.