The Red Pyramid

by Rick Riordan

  “What about friends?”

  Zia stared at me as if I’d used a foreign term. I realized I hadn’t seen anyone close to our age in the First Nome. Everyone was either much younger or much older.

  “I don’t have time for friends,” she said. “Besides, when initiates turn thirteen, they’re assigned to other nomes around the world. I am the only one who stayed here. I like being alone. It’s fine.”

  The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I’d said almost the same thing, many times, when people asked me what it was like being homeschooled by my dad. Didn’t I miss having friends? Didn’t I want a normal life? “I like being alone. It’s fine.”

  I tried to picture Zia going to a regular public high school, learning a locker combination, hanging out in the cafeteria. I couldn’t picture it. I imagined she would be as lost as I would.

  “Tell you what,” I said. “After the testing, after the Demon Days, when things settle down—”

  “Things won’t settle down.”

  “—I’m going to take you to the mall.”

  She blinked. “The mall? For what reason?”

  “To hang out,” I said. “We’ll get some hamburgers. See a movie.”

  Zia hesitated. “Is this what you’d call a ‘date’?”

  My expression must’ve been priceless, because Zia actually cracked a smile. “You look like a cow hit with a shovel.”

  “I didn’t mean...I just meant...”

  She laughed, and suddenly it was easier to imagine her as a regular high school kid.

  “I will look forward to this mall, Carter,” she said. “You are either a very interesting person...or a very dangerous one.”

  “Let’s go with interesting.”

  She waved her hand, and the door reappeared. “Go now. And be careful. The next time you sneak up on me, you might not be so fortunate.”

  At the doorway, I turned. “Zia, what was that black shimmery stuff?”

  Her smile faded. “An invisibility spell. Only very powerful magicians are able to see through it. You should not have.”

  She stared at me for answers, but I didn’t have any.

  “Maybe it was...wearing off or something,” I managed. “And, can I ask, the blue sphere?”

  She frowned. “The what?”

  “The thing you released that went into the ceiling.”

  She looked mystified. “I...I don’t know what you mean. Perhaps the candlelight was playing tricks on your eyes.”

  Awkward silence. Either she was lying to me, or I was going crazy, or...I didn’t know what. I realized I hadn’t told her about my vision of Amos and Set, but I felt that I’d already pushed her as far as I could for one night.

  “Okay,” I said. “Good night.”

  I made my way back to the dorm, but I didn’t get to sleep again for a long time.

  Fast-forward to Luxor. Maybe now you understand why I didn’t want to leave Zia behind, and why I didn’t believe Zia would actually hurt us.

  On the other hand, I knew she wasn’t lying about Desjardins. That guy wouldn’t think twice about turning us into escargots. And the fact that Set had spoken French in my dream—“Bon soir, Amos.” Was that just a coincidence...or was something a lot worse going on?

  Anyway, when Sadie tugged on my arm, I followed.

  We ran out of the temple and headed for the obelisk. But naturally, it wasn’t that simple. We’re the Kane family. Nothing is ever that simple.

  Just as we reached the obelisk, I heard the slish-ing sound of a magic portal. About a hundred yards down the path, a bald magician in white robes stepped out of a whirling sand vortex.

  “Hurry,” I told Sadie. I grabbed the staff-rod from my bag and threw it to her. “Since I cut yours in half. I’ll stick with the sword.”

  “But I don’t know what I’m doing!” she protested, searching the obelisk’s base as if she hoped to find a secret switch.

  The magician regained his balance and spit the sand out of his mouth. Then he spotted us. “Stop!”

  “Yeah,” I muttered. “That’s gonna happen.”

  “Paris.” Sadie turned to me. “You said the other obelisk is in Paris, right?”

  “Right. Um, not to rush you, but...”

  The magician raised his staff and started chanting.

  I fumbled for the hilt of my sword. My legs felt like they were turning to butter. I wondered if I could pull off that hawk warrior thing again. That had been cool, but it had also been just a duel. And the test at the chasm bridge, when I’d deflected those daggers—that hadn’t seemed like me. Every time I’d drawn this sword so far, I’d had help: Zia had been there, or Bast. I’d never felt completely alone. This time, it was just me. I was crazy to think I could hold off a full-fledged magician. I was no warrior. Everything I knew about swords came from reading books—the history of Alexander the Great, The Three Musketeers—as if that could help! With Sadie occupied at the obelisk, I was on my own.

  No you’re not, said a voice inside me.

  Great, I thought. I’m on my own and going crazy.

  At the far end of the avenue, the magician called out: “Serve the House of Life!”

  But I got the feeling he wasn’t talking to me.

  The air between us began to shimmer. Waves of heat flowed from the double lines of sphinxes, making them look as if they were moving. Then I realized they were moving. Each one cracked down the middle, and ghostly apparitions appeared from the stone like locusts breaking out of their shells. Not all of them were in good shape. The spirit creatures from broken statues had missing heads or feet. Some limped along on only three legs. But at least a dozen attack sphinxes were in perfect condition, and they all came toward us—each one the size of a Doberman, made of milky white smoke and hot vapor. So much for the sphinxes being on our side.

  “Soon!” I warned Sadie.

  “Paris!” she called, and raised her staff and wand. “I want to go there now. Two tickets. First-class would be nice!”

  The sphinxes advanced. The nearest one launched itself toward me, and with sheer luck I managed to slice it in half. The monster evaporated into smoke, but it let out a blast of heat so intense I thought my face was going to melt right off.

  Two more sphinx ghosts loped toward me. A dozen more were only a few steps behind. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck.

  Suddenly the ground shook. The sky darkened, and Sadie yelled, “Yes!”

  The obelisk glowed with purple light, humming with power. Sadie touched the stone and yelped. She was sucked inside and disappeared.

  “Sadie!” I yelled.

  In my moment of distraction, two of the sphinxes slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. My sword skittered away. My rib cage went crack! and my chest erupted in pain. The heat coming off the creatures was unbearable—it was like being crushed under a hot oven.

  I stretched out my fingers toward the obelisk. Just a few inches too far. I could hear the other sphinxes coming, the magician chanting, “Hold him! Hold him!”

  With my last bit of strength, I lurched toward the obelisk, every nerve in my body screaming with pain. My fingertips touched the base, and the world went black.

  Suddenly I was lying on cold, wet stone. I was in the middle of a huge public plaza. Rain was pouring down, and the chilly air told me I was no longer in Egypt. Sadie was somewhere close by, yelling in alarm.

  The bad news: I’d brought the two sphinxes with me. One jumped off me and bounded after Sadie. The other was still on my chest, glaring down at me, its back steaming in the rain, its smoky white eyes inches from my face.

  I tried to remember the Egyptian word for fire. Maybe if I could set the monster ablaze...but my mind was too full of panic. I heard an explosion off to my right, in the direction Sadie had run. I hoped she’d gotten away, but I couldn’t be sure.

  The sphinx opened its mouth and formed smoky fangs that had no business on an Ancient Egyptian king. It was about to chomp my face when a dark form loomed up behi
nd it and shouted, “Mange des muffins!”

  Slice!

  The sphinx dissolved into smoke.

  I tried to rise but couldn’t. Sadie stumbled over. “Carter! Oh god, are you okay?”

  I blinked at the other person—the one who had saved me: a tall, thin figure in a black, hooded raincoat. What had she yelled: Eat muffins? What kind of battle cry was that?

  She threw off her coat, and a woman in a leopard-skin acrobatic suit grinned down at me, showing off her fangs and her lamplike yellow eyes.

  “Miss me?” asked Bast.

  C A R T E R

  18. When Fruit Bats Go Bad

  WE HUDDLED UNDER THE EAVES of a big white government building and watched the rain pour down on the Place de la Concorde. It was a miserable day to be in Paris. The winter skies were heavy and low, and the cold, wet air soaked right into my bones. There were no tourists, no foot traffic. Everyone with any sense was inside by a fire enjoying a hot drink.

  To our right, the River Seine wound sluggishly through the city. Across the enormous plaza, the gardens of the Tuileries were shrouded in a soupy haze.

  The Egyptian obelisk rose up lonely and dark in the middle of the square. We waited for more enemies to pop out of it, but none came. I remembered what Zia had said about artifacts needing a twelve-hour cooldown before they could be used again. I hoped she was right.

  “Hold still,” Bast told me.

  I winced as she pressed her hand against my chest. She whispered something in Egyptian, and the pain slowly subsided.

  “Broken rib,” she announced. “Better now, but you should rest for at least a few minutes.”

  “What about the magicians?”

  “I wouldn’t worry about them just yet. The House will assume you teleported somewhere else.”

  “Why?”

  “Paris is the Fourteenth Nome—Desjardins’ headquarters. You would be insane trying to hide in his home territory.”

  “Great.” I sighed.

  “And your amulets do shield you,” Bast added. “I could find Sadie anywhere because of my promise to protect her. But the amulets will keep you veiled from the eyes of Set and from other magicians.”

  I thought about the dark room in the First Nome with all the children looking into bowls of oil. Were they looking for us right now? The thought was creepy.

  I tried to sit up and winced again.

  “Stay still,” Bast ordered. “Really, Carter, you should learn to fall like a cat.”

  “I’ll work on that,” I promised. “How are you even alive? Is it that ‘nine lives’ thing?”

  “Oh, that’s just a silly legend. I’m immortal.”

  “But the scorpions!” Sadie scrunched in closer, shivering and drawing Bast’s raincoat around her shoulders. “We saw them overwhelm you!”

  Bast made a purring sound. “Dear Sadie, you do care! I must say I’ve worked for many children of the pharaohs, but you two—” She looked genuinely touched. “Well, I’m sorry if I worried you. It’s true the scorpions reduced my power to almost nothing. I held them off as long as I could. Then I had just enough energy to revert to Muffin’s form and slip into the Duat.”

  “I thought you weren’t good at portals,” I said.

  “Well, first off, Carter, there are many ways in and out of the Duat. It has many different regions and layers—the Abyss, the River of Night, the Land of the Dead, the Land of Demons—”

  “Sounds lovely,” Sadie muttered.

  “Anyway, portals are like doors. They pass through the Duat to connect one part of the mortal world to another. And yes, I’m not good at those. But I am a creature of the Duat. If I’m on my own, slipping into the nearest layer for a quick escape is relatively easy.”

  “And if they’d killed you?” I asked. “I mean, killed Muffin?”

  “That would’ve banished me deep into the Duat. It would’ve been rather like putting my feet in concrete and dropping me into the middle of the sea. It would’ve taken years, perhaps centuries, before I would’ve been strong enough to return to the mortal world. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. I came back straightaway, but by the time I got to the museum, the magicians had already captured you.”

  “We weren’t exactly captured,” I said.

  “Really, Carter? How long were you in the First Nome before they decided to kill you?”

  “Um, about twenty-four hours.”

  Bast whistled. “They’ve gotten friendlier! They used to blast godlings to dust in the first few minutes.”

  “We’re not—wait, what did you call us?”

  Sadie answered, sounding as if in a trance: “‘Godlings.’ That’s what we are, aren’t we? That’s why Zia was so frightened of us, why Desjardins wants to kill us.”

  Bast patted Sadie’s knee. “You always were bright, dear.”

  “Hold on,” I said. “You mean hosts for gods? That’s not possible. I think I’d know if...”

  Then I thought about the voice in my head, warning me to hide when I met Iskandar. I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do—like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I’d covered in home school.

  “Carter,” Sadie said. “When the Rosetta Stone shattered, it let out five gods, right? Dad joined with Osiris. Amos told us that. Set...I don’t know. He got away somehow. But you and I—”

  “The amulets protected us.” I clutched the Eye of Horus around my neck. “Dad said they would.”

  “If we had stayed out of the room, as Dad told us to,” Sadie recalled. “But we were there, watching. We wanted to help him. We practically asked for power, Carter.”

  Bast nodded. “That makes all the difference. An invitation.”

  “And since then...” Sadie looked at me tentatively, almost daring me to make fun of her. “I’ve had this feeling. Like a voice inside me....”

  By now the cold rain had soaked right through my clothes. If Sadie hadn’t said something, maybe I could’ve denied what was happening a little longer. But I thought about what Amos had said about our family having a long history with the gods. I thought about what Zia had told us about our lineage: “The gods choose their hosts carefully. They always prefer the blood of the pharaohs.”

  “Okay,” I admitted. “I’ve been hearing a voice too. So either we’re both going crazy—”

  “The amulet.” Sadie pulled it from her shirt collar and held it for Bast to see. “It’s the symbol of a goddess, isn’t it?”

  I hadn’t seen her amulet in a long time. It was different from mine. It reminded me of an ankh, or maybe some kind of fancy tie.

  “That is a tyet,” Bast said. “A magic knot. And yes, it is often called—”

  “The Knot of Isis,” Sadie said. I didn’t see how she could know that, but she looked absolutely certain. “In the Hall of Ages, I saw an image of Isis, and then I was Isis, trying to get away from Set, and—oh, god. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m her.”

  She grabbed her shirt like she physically wanted to pull the goddess away from her. All I could do was stare. My sister, with her ratty red-highlighted hair and her linen pajamas and her combat boots—how could she possibly worry about being possessed by a goddess? What goddess would want her, except maybe the goddess of chewing gum?

  But then...I’d been hearing a voice inside me too. A voice that was definitely not mine. I looked at my amulet, the Eye of Horus. I thought about the myths I knew—how Horus, the son of Osiris, had to avenge his father by defeating Set. And at Luxor I’d summoned an avatar with the head of a falcon.

  I was afraid to try it, but I thought: Horus?

  Well, it’s about time, the other voice said. Hello, Carter.

  “Oh, no,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.”

  Bast’s eyes lit up. “You communicated with Horus directly? That’s excellent progress!”

  “Progress?” I banged my palms against my head. “Get him out!�
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  Calm down, Horus said.

  “Don’t tell me to calm down!”

  Bast frowned. “I didn’t.”

  “Talking to him!” I pointed at my forehead.

  “This is awful,” Sadie wailed. “How do I get rid of her?”

  Bast sniffed. “First off, Sadie, you don’t have all of her. Gods are very powerful. We can exist in many places at once. But yes, part of Isis’s spirit now resides inside you. Just as Carter now carries the spirit of Horus. And frankly, you both should feel honored.”

  “Right, very honored,” I said. “Always wanted to be possessed!”

  Bast rolled her eyes. “Please, Carter, it’s not possession. Besides, you and Horus want the same thing—to defeat Set, just as Horus did millennia ago, when Set first killed Osiris. If you don’t, your father is doomed, and Set will become king of the earth.”

  I glanced at Sadie, but she was no help. She ripped the amulet off her neck and threw it down. “Isis got in through the amulet, didn’t she? Well, I’ll just—”

  “I really wouldn’t do that,” Bast warned.

  But Sadie pulled out her wand and smashed the amulet. Blue sparks shot up from the ivory boomerang. Sadie yelped and dropped her wand, which was now smoking. Her hand was covered in black scorch marks. The amulet was fine. “Ow!” she said.

  Bast sighed. She put her hand on Sadie’s, and the burn marks faded. “I did tell you. Isis channeled her power through the amulet, yes, but she’s not there now. She’s in you. And even so, magical amulets are practically indestructible.”

  “So what are we supposed to do?” Sadie said.

  “Well, for starters,” Bast said, “Carter must use the power of Horus to defeat Set.”

  “Oh, is that all?” I said. “All by myself?”

  “No, no. Sadie can help.”

  “Oh, super.”

  “I’ll guide you as much as possible,” Bast promised, “but in the end, the two of you must fight. Only Horus and Isis can defeat Set and avenge the death of Osiris. That’s the way it was before. That’s the way it must be now.”