Frowning, Asha walked down the dark road toward the fountain and stroked Jagdish’s fur. The mongoose huddled lower in her arms and by the time she reached the end of the street, he was no longer sniffing the air at all. He was shivering.
Asha circled the fountain. It was wide and round, all made of rough red stone that had chipped and cracked in a thousand places. The bottom of the basin had been tiled once, but now only a grid-work of crumbling mortar and a few porcelain squares remained of whatever pattern or mosaic had been there. In the center stood a wide stone dais supporting a gray statue of a fish, its body arched as it leapt into the air. A small metal pipe where the water had once emerged was visible in the fish’s mouth.
Looking away from the fountain, Asha saw only piles of trash, bits of paper, and shreds of cloth that had blown down the lane and been stranded in the corners and shadows of the dead end. She glanced at Wren, who shrugged, and then she looked down at Jagdish and found him sleeping.
“Thus ends our search,” Asha said. “I’m sorry, Wren. I don’t think we’ll be finding your friend tonight.”
Wren nodded. “I thought it might be a long shot since we were relying completely on your little friend’s nose.” She smiled briefly.
“We should find a place to sleep for the night,” Asha said.
“Yeah.” Wren looked up at her and Asha saw a rather different girl for a moment, one who was very young and uncertain and lost.
“Don’t worry,” Asha said, forcing a smile. “I have some money and the place we stayed at last night seemed safe enough. Everything will be fine. I promise.”
Wren nodded and sighed. “All right. I just… I’m about a thousand leagues from home, and I can barely speak the language, and I’m not sure…”
Asha put her arm around the girl and they leaned together.
“I’m sorry,” Wren said, looking up. “You just lost your friend. I should be… I should be helping you, and not… Sorry.”
“It’s fine. And you speak Eranian just fine. Better than I do. It’s not my first language either.” Asha patted her back, and stepped away. “Let’s go. It’s late. Are you hungry?”
“A little.”
“All right. And don’t worry. Tomorrow, we will come back and keep looking for your friend Omar.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Wren said. “You don’t have to stay, or take care of me. I don’t want to impose on you, not after everything that’s happened.”
“It’s not an imposition. I don’t have any… I want to help.” Asha paused to steady her voice. She glanced away for a moment, and then looked back again. “Besides, I have questions for your friend, when we find him. I want to know more about the immortals.”
They started walking again, side by side, circling back around the fountain to head out to the main road, but Asha stopped short. There were two people standing beside the fountain just a few paces away. She hadn’t heard anyone approach, not with her plain left ear and certainly not with her golden right one. But now she could hear the strange new harmonies of the young man and younger woman standing before her.
Divided souls. They’re both immortal!
The young man was tall and slender with muscular arms, prominent cheek bones, and a perfectly shaven scalp. And his skin was impossibly black. Asha had seen many dark-skinned peoples in India and Eran, and even more since reaching Ifrica, but this handsome and silent youth was a different sort of black. A perfect black. The contrast was all the more striking against his bright white tunic and golden bracers, and the gold-ringed staff in his hand. He also had a black mask hanging from his belt over his right hip. A mask with sharp canine features.
The young girl beside him was practically common by comparison. She was short and still a bit baby-faced for her age, which Asha guessed to be about twelve. Her skin was a more recognizable brown, and her hair a slightly wavy black. She too had a mask, but hers was perched atop her head, and it had a blunter muzzle and smaller ears. A cat, perhaps. Her dress was dark, trimmed in red with many small details that Asha couldn’t discern in the shadows of the unlit street.
The girl was smiling. The youth was not.
“If you’re looking for immortals, you’re certainly in the right place,” the girl said. “And if you’re looking for the man who was taken from the temple tonight, you’re also in the right place.”
“Not that you’ll be seeing him anytime soon,” the sullen youth said. He lifted his staff.
Asha stepped in front of Wren and pushed Jagdish into her arms, and began to search for a wellspring of anger that might bring back the dragon to protect them.
Immortals? Shiva, save us. Can I fight an immortal? Two of them?
But the black youth merely spun the staff across his fingers, turned his back to them, and sat on the lip of the old fountain, and stared at his sandaled feet.
The young girl with the cat mask on her head sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t mind Anubis. He’s always like that.” She smiled brightly at Asha. “I’m Bastet. Who are you? And what’s it like having horns and a tail? Does it hurt? And does it ever tear your dress?”
Chapter 5
Gods
Asha stared at the girl, and then at the youth, and then back at the girl. “I’m sorry. What?”
The girl who called herself Bastet went over to the fountain and hopped up on the stone ledge beside the black youth, and she wrinkled her nose as she said, “Your tail. I saw you grow it at the temple today. Does it hurt?”
“Well, no, not exactly,” Asha said cautiously. “You, both of you, are immortal, aren’t you. Like Nadira and Gideon?”
“Yes,” sighed the youth called Anubis. There was no pride or annoyance or anything else in his voice. There was only a hint of fatigue, which coupled with the faraway look in his eyes to make him look older than he had at first appeared.
A cat mewed at the far end of the road.
“The Aegyptian immortals.” Asha nodded. “Nadira told me about you. She said I should look for you if I ever needed help with my… condition.”
“Nadira?” Bastet pouted. “Grandfather told me about her, but I’ve never met her. He said she never leaves Damascus. Not that I want to meet her. Nuns are always so boring.”
“She isn’t a nun anymore,” Asha said. “But that isn’t why we’re here now.”
“You mean you’re not looking for help?” Bastet giggled. “So you actually meant to knock down the Temple of Osiris? On purpose?”
“Yes, I did.” Asha wrapped her hands around the woven strap of her shoulder bag. “The Sons of Osiris are evil. They torture and enslave both the living and the souls of the dead.”
“Yes, they certainly do,” the girl said. Then she leaned forward to look around Asha. “And who’s your friend?”
“My name is Wren. Wren Olgasdottir of Denveller.” The northern girl stepped closer, with Jagdish curled up in her arms. “I’m from Ysland.”
“Never heard of it,” Bastet said.
“No one has, apparently,” Wren said. “Omar brought me here to help him stop the Sons of Osiris, and to learn more about aether, but then Asha destroyed the temple all by herself, and those creatures took Omar, and now, I guess, we’re a bit lost.”
“You were at the temple today?” Asha asked the Aegyptian girl. “You saw us there?”
“Yep.” Bastet kicked her legs against the side of the fountain. A second cat joined the first at the end of the road.
“Why were you there?”
She stopped kicking and frowned at her shoes. “I’ve been trying to find my grandfather for a while now, and I thought he might be there, at the temple. I didn’t really think he’d be there, but I just had this feeling today, and I just had to go look. But when we got there we saw you. The gold scales were nice, but I really liked the red claws. The horns, not so much.”
“Oh.” Asha nodded and frowned. “Thank you, I suppose.” She glanced down the deserted street to the dark intersection. No one was about except the ca
ts.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you before,” Bastet said. “Switching back and forth, growing things and then making them disappear. How do you do it? Some sort of amulet? And is it really a dragon, or is it just some sort of lizardy thing?”
Asha leaned against the fountain beside the girl and noticed Wren smiling at her.
She’s enjoying this.
“It is a dragon, one that followed me west from Ming,” Asha said. “And there’s no amulet. Just the dragon’s soul. Inside me.”
Bastet stared at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. “And you can just control it? By yourself? No one can do that!”
Asha blinked. “I can. Mostly. I had help.”
“That’s amazing!”
“I take it that you have seen other people with animal souls inside them,” Asha said. “But those people couldn’t control them?”
“We’ve seen dozens over the centuries,” said Anubis. “All raging out of control. All slaves to their feral instincts. All dangerous. All needing to be hunted and destroyed.”
“I see,” Asha said.
“I’ve killed several,” the youth continued grimly. “So has my cousin Horus, and your friend Gideon. He comes here from time to time. He’s also set fire to the Temple of Osiris on several occasions, but he never tore it down, as you did.”
Asha nodded with a pained expression as she remembered the kind-hearted immortal she had met in the east. “I’m sure it wasn’t for lack of trying.”
“Uhm, there are other ways to control an animal soul,” Wren said. The girl shuffled Jagdish over onto her left arm and then reached up to pull the black scarf off of her hair, revealing the tall furry fox ears atop her head. “You can use another person’s soul, too.”
Bastet leapt off the fountain and pressed close to Wren, staring up at her head. “That’s amazing! And you can use them and everything?”
Asha saw the northern girl wince, and saw the fox ears twitch backward. “We can talk about such things later, perhaps in a more private place.”
Wren pulled her scarf back up, and the Aegyptian girl skipped back to the fountain, where she leaned over the edge, balancing on the little stone wall on her belly. Bastet said, “So you both came from different countries to attack the Temple of Osiris, all on your own, and showed up on the exact same day? Sounds like fate to me.”
Asha shook her head. “Just a coincidence.”
“There are no coincidences,” Anubis muttered.
“Of course there are,” Wren said sharply. “Woden knows, the world is a chaotic place. It plays by a complicated set of rules, but there is no plan, there is no fate. So there are bound to be coincidences, lots of them, or at least lots of things that people think are coincidences. Think of all the people who happened to be inside the temple today, and the ones who happened to be out. The ones who died, and the ones who lived. There was no master plan at work there. Some of those people wanted supper, and some didn’t, and some had meetings, and some didn’t. That isn’t fate. It’s just life.”
Anubis frowned at the northern girl, but said nothing.
“You said before that this was the right place for finding immortals. Did you mean the two of you, or someone else?” Asha asked. “Jagdish, the mongoose there, we were following his nose when we came to this fountain. We thought he might be leading us to Wren’s friend, Omar, but he only brought us here for some reason.” She looked around the dead-end street as a soft, cool breeze picked up the bits of trash in the corners and swirled them around in the shadows.
“Oh really?” Bastet smiled mischievously. “Well, your little friend there may have smelled something after all, because this dead-end road isn’t quite what it appears to be. There’s a door.”
Asha looked around again, and saw nothing but solid stone walls and the fountain. “Where is it?”
Bastet pointed at the stone fish in the center of the fountain. “You just shove the whole thing and it swings to the side, and there’s a tunnel. It’s one of the old entrances to the undercity. We used to use it all the time, but not so much these days.”
“You used it? What’s down there?” Asha asked.
“The undercity.” Bastet pouted at her. “I just said that.”
“But what does that mean?” Wren asked. “A sewer, a cellar, a dungeon?”
“No,” Bastet said slowly. “It’s the undercity. It’s a city. Under. The city.”
Asha and Wren exchanged a quick look of confusion, and the herbalist asked, “And you live there?”
“Sure, with the rest of our family. But not here. Not this part. It’s not safe here anymore, and hasn’t been for a long time,” the Aegyptian girl said.
“Not safe for you? But you’re immortal,” Wren said. “What’s made it dangerous?”
This time it was Bastet and Anubis who exchanged the uncomfortable look.
The dour youth sighed. “It’s complicated. Suffice it to say that if your friend was taken by the beasts into the undercity through this door, then he is already dead, or soon will be.”
“I don’t think so,” Wren said. “He’s immortal, too.”
“What?” Bastet slipped off the fountain and deftly caught her cat mask to keep it from slipping off her head. “He’s immortal? What’s his name again?”
“Omar,” Wren said. “Omar Bakhoum.”
Bastet gasped and grabbed Anubis’s arm and began shaking it violently. “That’s it! That’s the name he was using right before he left! Yes, that’s it!”
“Are you sure?” Anubis asked. “It’s been at least ten years now. And he’s used hundreds of names over the years.”
“Yes, I’m sure!” She slapped his arm and turned back to Wren with a wild-eyed smile. “It’s him, he’s back! I was right, it was him! He’s back!”
“Who?” Asha asked.
“Grandfather!” Bastet exclaimed. “Your friend Omar is my grandfather, Thoth!”
Asha paused, watching the various expressions of excitement and confusion play over the faces of the two girls. The grim youth merely raised an eyebrow and snorted.
“Oh gods,” Bastet whispered. “But that means they took him. That he’s down there.” She turned to look at the fountain again. “That she has him. Oh gods.”
“You only just realized?” Anubis sneered. “This is the end of everything.”
“End of what?” Asha asked. “Who has him? What are you talking about?”
Bastet said nothing, but her hand covered her mouth and her eyes narrowed as tears gleamed on her lashes, and she gasped. Anubis stepped away from the fountain wall and put his arms around her, and she cried softly into his tunic.
Asha and Wren looked at each other, and at the fountain, and waited.
Anubis looked up. “Our grandfather was the first immortal, and he made others immortal, over time. First our family here. Then others in the east and the north. There were three in Damascus. A soldier, Gideon. A nun, Nadira. And a courtesan, Lilith. They were supposed to help Grandfather in his studies. Gideon was to study sun-steel, and Nadira was to study aether. They both did this for a time, and then moved on to do other things.”
“And Lilith?” Wren asked quietly.
“Lilith was tasked to study the art of soul-breaking,” Anubis said. “The science of dividing an immortal soul, to manipulate flesh through the soul. You are both examples of this. You, with the dragon, and you, with the fox. This is what Lilith has studied for the past two thousand years. But unlike the others, she never lost interest in her task. And several years ago, she came here to Alexandria to continue her work.”
“Why here?” Asha asked. “Did she come here to see you?”
“She did ask my father for his help,” Anubis said. “But he refused her. Still, she stayed. There was something else here that she needed to continue her work.”
“Sun-steel,” Wren said. “She needed sun-steel. She was taking it from the Sons of Osiris, wasn’t she?”
Anubis nodded. “She was. I suspect that is w
hy she sent her servants to dig through the temple ruins. To find more of the metal. Seireikens, jewelry, even raw ingots.”
“So, it was Lilith who made those two creatures?” Asha said. “She took that man and woman, and put animal souls inside them to turn them into beasts? Into slaves?” She felt a familiar old anger begin to burn in her belly, and deep within her breast the golden dragon’s soul coiled and growled.
“Yes.” Bastet stepped back from her cousin, her arms wrapped tightly around her belly, her cheeks glistening with tears. “She’s done it hundreds of times. Maybe more. They usually don’t last very long. They kill each other, or they kill themselves. And if they tried to come out of the undercity, then Anubis or Horus would kill them. Or Gideon.” She sniffed loudly. “But those two tonight. They were… They were family.”
“My parents,” said Anubis. “The man with the head of an aardvark is my father, Set. And the winged woman is my mother, Nethys.”
“Lilith tricked them,” Bastet said, wiping the tears away. “She took them one by one, trapping them and turning them against each other, luring them into her home where she imprisoned them, and changed them.”
“I’m so sorry,” Wren said. She took the girl in her arms and the two embraced in a soft collision of black skirts and loose hair, with Jagdish squeaking between them.
Asha looked up at Anubis. “Are there are others like them? Are there more?”
The youth nodded. “Lilith also has our cousin, Horus, and his mother, Isis. They too have been… changed.”
“I’m sorry,” Asha said. “I assume you’ve tried to find them, or rescue them?”
Anubis nodded. “We know they live in Lilith’s refuge in the undercity, but it’s too dangerous for us to go there now. If we venture too close, Lilith releases her monsters to chase us away, or to capture us. I assume she would also take us, transform us, and make us serve her as well.”
“But why?” Wren asked. “Why do that? Why do any of it?”
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