Again and again, Asha tried to rouse the dragon, just enough to make her legs stronger and faster, just enough so she could carry Gideon to safety. But each time she lost focus, lost the memory, lost the will to rage and fight and defy the world. Each time, all she could see was Priya’s covered face beyond a veil of funeral flames, and the charred skull of a man, of a father, whom she had failed to save.
They ran and ran through the dark. Gideon pointed his gauntlet at the path ahead, letting his blade shine a thin beam of white light to guide them around holes and stones and rats. Asha felt her legs turning wooden and hollow, and she forced them to go on and on, one foot after the other, no matter how much they ached and cried out to her to stop.
On two occasions, a screaming shadow dove down at them from above in a rush of feathers and talons, and each time Gideon would turn back and draw his seireiken to force Nethys and the others back. Whatever mad rage drove the three beasts to follow the fleeing man and woman, the creatures still feared the white blade and its blinding light.
But farther back behind the immortals, running on soft bare feet and wailing with mangled voices, came the others, the slaves, the mortal victim’s of Lilith’s twisted imagination. But Asha couldn’t see them, and she didn’t try to.
The race through the undercity dragged on, and Asha peered up at every pillar, at every tower, hoping that she might see something familiar, some sign that they were near the tunnel that would take them back up to the fountain and the world of sun and sky. Finally Gideon grunted the word “Right” and they turned and plunged into the dark and narrow confines of the rocky passage that angled and spiraled up and up as the air grew warmer. Asha limped as fast as her cramping legs would let her, shoving off the curving walls as hard as she could to keep moving forward.
“Here!” Gideon looked up through the ceiling to a piercing blue sky streaked with thin white clouds. The soldier made a saddle with his hands and Asha climbed up into the dusty fountain where Anubis and Wren caught her hands and helped her out of the darkness. Gideon leapt up on his own, clutching at the rim of the hole, and then hauled himself up with one long, miserable grunt, and he rolled away. “Close it!” he gasped.
Anubis lunged toward the stone fixture with its plinths and carved fishes, but he had barely touched it before a sea of filthy, sooty hands appeared in the tunnel below, and heads and bodies began surging upward, struggling out of the cavern.
Asha took one brief look at a man with the head of a horned bull, and she grabbed Wren’s hand, and ran. They made it to the end of the street, to the edge of the intersection, when Wren forced her to stop.
“Asha! Asha, I can stop them!” Wren yanked her hand free and held out both of her arms to her sides, her many silver bracelets jangling on her wrists.
Asha saw the creatures climbing up out of the pit. She saw wings, claws, horns, and tails, and the half-naked slaves screamed and roared, bleated and barked as they scrambled up into the afternoon sun. Anubis gave up trying to shove the fountain back into place, and the black-skinned youth vanished in a burst of aether. Gideon waved his blinding sword at the creatures, shouting at them to go back into the pit, but they only flinched away from his blade as they continued up and out onto the street on the far side from him.
And then Wren waved her arms.
From the pale dust clouds hovering around their feet, a thin white haze rushed up out of the earth. The aether mist washed down the street toward the fountain and crashed into the mound of angry bodies, where the wave broke into dozens of writhing misty snakes that coiled about the deformed people, wrapping around wings and claws and horns, and hauled them downward, pulling them back into the dark mouth of the tunnel.
“Gideon!” Asha shouted. “Close it!”
The soldier nodded his astonished face and he dashed around the creatures wrestling with the aether serpents to the far side of the fountain, and he started shoving the dais back into place, pushing even more of Lilith’s hideous servants back into the darkness.
The creatures wailed and shrieked and howled as they fell onto one another, kicking and clawing, and tumbling one by one back into the undercity, bodies thumping on one another in the shadows. Wren stood perfectly still, her arms outstretched in front of her, her hands held flat, palms down, and she slowly pushed downward through the empty air as the aether serpents forced the creatures into the pit.
Asha didn’t move, unwilling to risk breaking the northern girl’s concentration.
She truly is powerful.
“Look out!” Gideon yelled as he shoved the fountain across the opening.
At the rear edge of the pit, three of the creatures were climbing up as the pale aether whips slipped from their bodies. The first one Asha recognized.
Nethys.
The woman flapped her wings with powerful, vicious strokes and broke free of the aether web, crashing into the back wall of the dead-end street. She turned, and Asha saw her face. Nethys stared back with the same dead white eyes as Set, with the same enraged expression on her snarling lips. Her black hair stood up in ragged, tangled knots and half her face and neck were covered in small white feathers in uneven, discolored patches of gray skin.
To her left, a second figure rose, a man. He wore a ragged white tunic and loose white trousers streaked with soot and ash, and nothing else. Like Set, it was his head that Lilith had transformed. From the shoulders up, this one was a falcon with a dark brown crest of feathers across the top of his skull and many lighter browns down the sides of his inhuman face. He had huge round eyes, as white and unfocused as those of a blind man, and in the center of his face was a sharp little beak, which he opened to shriek at the creatures in the pit. And when he raised his fists, Asha saw that instead of hands, the man had gray-scaled talons.
Horus, I presume. Bastet’s cousin. Gideon’s friend.
The third figure to escape the pit and crawl free of the aether web was another woman, one dressed in a pale golden dress smeared with dirt and grime. Upon the top of her head two massive bull’s horns stood tall in her black hair, and from the torn skirts of her dress Asha saw that she had the legs of a cow and walked upon hard hooves, with a slender brown tail swaying behind her. But like the others, she stared about with the unfocused, uncaring white eyes of a rabid beast, screaming and brandishing her horns at Gideon.
This must be Isis, mother of Horus.
Asha saw that Gideon had nearly closed the fountain over the tunnel mouth, but in addition to the three white-eyed monsters, a handful of the other creatures had crawled away from the pit and now lay gasping and shaking, lowing and whining in the corners of the street. A man with the head of crocodile, a woman with the head and legs of a crane, a man with the arms of a crab, and a woman with the face of an elephant. “Wren, some of them are escaping!”
“I know,” the girl said softly. “But it’s too warm, too bright. There isn’t enough aether here, and it would take too long for me to summon more of it. I can’t get them all.”
“All right, then just get as many as you can. Gideon! Get that thing closed!”
The soldier nodded as he shoved the fountain statue back the last few paces and the stonework crunched as it fell back into place over the pit. He released his sword, deftly unlocking the mechanism with his left hand and then swinging his arm sharply to the side to make the blade slip free of the sheathe and lock into place behind his armored fist. The sun-steel shone with a perfect white light and crackled with pale blue arcs of lightning, and he pointed it at the monstrous people at the end of the street.
Asha shook her head.
If they escape, people will die. And all because I insisted on going with Gideon, and because I insisted on entering the pyramid alone.
Asha ran forward past Wren as the flame-haired girl lowered her arms and stumbled back, her hands massaging her temples.
The immortals will be hard to control, but the others will be weaker, slower to recover, slower to heal. And they’re afraid of Gideon’s sword. The
y may be rabid beasts, but they know danger when they see it. They know fear.
This time when she called, the dragon answered and armored her hands in golden scales and ruby claws once again. She ran to the side, into the knot of feral slaves beside the fountain, and she struck. They rose to meet her, half a dozen men and women covered in feathers and scales, all with milky white eyes and shaking, clawing hands. Asha swung her armored fists again and again, knocking them aside, knocking them down, smashing them across the heads and chests and sending them sprawling across the ground and on top of each other. And in just a few moments, all of them lay gasping and groaning in a pile.
“Asha!”
She looked and saw Gideon grappling with Horus. The falcon-man had wrapped his talons around Gideon’s wrist to hold the seireiken away, and they were both struggling to control the blazing white weapon. Behind them both, Nethys spread her wings and leapt into the air, flying higher and higher into the afternoon sky until she vanished beyond the clouds. The horned woman Isis looked at Asha and bellowed, and then bent her thick legs and jumped to the rooftop behind her, and dashed out of sight.
Asha glared upward at the escaping women as she ran around the fountain toward the men. “Gideon!”
“Watch out!” he yelled.
Horus yanked his arm around, brandishing the seireiken long with half of Gideon’s body to keep Asha back. But Asha dove to the ground beneath the sweep of the white blade and she smashed her armored fists into the falcon-man’s legs.
Horus screamed his high falcon scream as he shoved Gideon back into the fountain, and then he too jumped for the high walls around them. He couldn’t take wing or even reach the rooftops, but he drove his talons into the stone walls and hauled himself up, and then he was gone as well.
Asha and Gideon sat on the dusty ground, catching their breath and listening to Horus and Isis escape across the rooftops. After a moment, Asha noticed that her armor had vanished, and Gideon locked his sword away in his gauntlet, and they both glanced back at the creatures lying semi-conscious behind them.
We should be trying to heal them, but there’s nothing I can do for them yet. No way to remove the needles. No way to even find the needles. Not yet. All I can hear from their souls is pain and panic. At least if we let them return to Lilith, she might care for them.
Wren jogged up to the far side of the fountain, her elaborate black dress shining darkly in the sunlight. “I can give you a hand with them, pushing them back in, I mean. If you open the fountain for me.”
Asha nodded.
Credit where credit is due. This girl does not frighten easily. And she doesn’t shy away from doing what needs to be done.
Together, they opened the fountain cover, just a bit, and dragged the poor deformed creatures to the edge and gently rolled them down into the darkness. Many strange animal sounds echoed up from the shadowed tunnel, but no hands or claws tried to escape again, and soon the fountain was back in place and all signs of the struggle had been erased.
As soon as they were finished, Gideon said, “We need to go after the others. They rarely come out, and never in daylight, and never for long. They’re used to being close to Lilith. And if they’re afraid of us guarding this entrance to the undercity, they won’t be coming back here. They’ll try to find another way in.”
“Are there other ways in?” Asha asked.
“A few. There used to be more, but with all the changes to the city over the years, many of them were destroyed from the top, and Lilith sealed up others from the bottom.” Gideon shrugged. “I’m really not sure where they can go, let alone where they will go.”
Asha nodded, and she was about to speak again when a white swirl of mist glided across the empty fountain and a slender, stern-faced youth stepped out of thin air. “Anubis?”
“Is everyone all right?” he asked.
“No thanks to you!” Wren snapped.
“Stop!” Asha glared at the girl. “Calm down. He did the right thing. He can’t do what we can do. If he had stayed, he just would have gotten himself hurt, or worse. He made the right choice. He got out of the way.”
Anubis made no sign that he was bothered by the exchange and he said, “I watched the encounter from the roofs and saw my mother and the others fleeing.”
“Which way did they go?” Gideon asked.
“They each went a different direction,” the youth said. “Horus and Isis both left the roofs and went down into the streets to the south and west. Nethys flew north.”
Asha looked at Gideon. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone in alone. I should have waited, or been more careful.” She reached down to rub her legs. Their run through the undercity had burned her muscles down to leathery bundles threatening to cramp and collapse under her. She waved Wren over to her, and took her medicine bag from the girl, and from the bag she took an ointment and began rubbing the warm clear oils on her legs.
And there’s still the worst to come.
Asha looked up and caught Gideon’s eye, and nodded slightly at Anubis. The soldier frowned, then nodded and stood up, straightening his sweat-stained shirt and dusty jacket.
“Anubis?”
“Yes?”
Gideon paused. “When Asha came out of the pyramid, Set was the first to pursue her. Asha had her claws and I had my sword, and there was a brief struggle. And a moment came when he was about to attack her, and I stopped him. I had to, to save Asha.”
“You used your seireiken?” Anubis asked quietly.
“Yes. It happened very quickly.”
The young man nodded solemnly. “I understand, Gideon. Thank you.”
Asha frowned at them both, but said nothing. And then she saw Wren looked at the young man with pain in her eyes, and Asha took her hand, and they all stood and sat together in silence.
Gideon broke the stillness, saying, “We need to find the others. We can’t let them run wild in the city. They’ll kill dozens, hundreds. And the more people who see them, looking the way they do, the more panic they’ll spread through the city. If we can’t catch all three of them soon, they could ravage Alexandria in a matter of days. The city guard will attack them with guns and steel, but neither will give the immortals much pain or pause.”
The others nodded grimly.
“I’m back!” Bastet’s voice echoed faintly down the street as she ran down toward the fountain, her long black hair flying out behind her, a bright smile on her young face. “Did I miss anything?”
Asha looked from one face to the next, wondering what to say, what to think, what to do. Anubis was a cold wall, Wren looked tired and uneasy, Gideon stared into space with a haunted look in his eyes, and Bastet was still smiling, though she was beginning to look confused.
Asha sighed.
I’m going to have to kill them. Horus. Isis. Nethys. And Lilith, too. This isn’t some game of egos and politics. It’s not even a disease to be cured, and I don’t have time to try every option before the patient dies.
I’m going to have to cut out the cancer, quickly and soon, or everyone will suffer even more. I can’t save everyone, and I’ll have to choose the innocents in this city over the enslaved innocents in the undercity.
So, somehow, some way, I’ll end up killing them with my own two hands. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow. And then Anubis and Bastet will be all alone. They asked me to save their family, and instead I’m going to destroy them. That’s how this ends. Because if I don’t, then there will be more Priyas all over this city, and it will be my fault.
I let them out.
“Gideon and I went into the undercity,” Asha said a bit too loudly. She set her jaw, trying to look stern and focused. “We went to Lilith’s home, and I went inside to find Omar. But before I could reach him, the immortals attacked me.”
“Are you all right?” Bastet asked, rushing toward her.
Asha nodded. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. Gideon and I made it back here, but… we killed Set, down there, when we were trying to escape.”
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br /> Gideon straightened up. “I—”
“We killed him,” Asha said. “I’m sorry.” She looked up at Anubis, who continued gazing dully at the wall behind her. “I’m very sorry.”
Bastet rushed over to her cousin and wrapped her arms around his waist. Anubis merely pulled one hand free of her embrace and rested it on her back.
“There’s more,” Asha said. “When we came back here to the fountain, there was an army of creatures on our heels. We fought them back. Wren fought them, she pushed them back into the tunnel without hurting them. She was… very impressive.”
The northern girl blushed.
“But three of them escaped into the city. The immortals. Your family.” Asha frowned and glanced at Gideon, who looked up into her eyes, but said nothing. “And now we need to find them and stop them before they hurt anyone else. It’s the middle of the day. The streets are full of people. It’s crowded, it’s dangerous. It will be easy for three crazed monsters to start a panic. People will be hurt, or killed.”
Bastet turned her face to look up at the tall Indian woman and nodded. “I understand. I know. You need to stop them. And I wish you could save them, but I know… I know what you need to do. So it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Asha said. “But it may be necessary.”
Bastet smiled a sad little smile. “I know I look like I’m twelve, Asha, but I’m four thousand, one hundred, and something years old. I’m not scared of death, or loss. I’m just sad. But it’s okay. Just go do it, please. They would want it too, you know. Aunt Isis, and the others. They don’t want to be like this. And they don’t want to hurt people. So it’s okay.”
Asha nodded slowly. “I know it’s asking a lot, but can you help us find them? You can move around the city faster than we can. Can you help us look?”
Bastet wiped her sleeve across her tear-streaked face and nodded. “Sure. I’ll help. Anubis? Will you come too?”
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