The Red Pyramid

by Rick Riordan

  Zia looked at Carter. Then she set her jaw and faced Desjardins. “No. We must work together.”

  I regarded Zia with a new respect. “You really didn’t lead him here?”

  “I do not lie,” she said.

  Desjardins raised his staff, and huge cracks appeared in the buildings all around him. Chunks of cement and adobe brick flew at us, but Amos summoned the wind and deflected them.

  “Children, get out of here!” Amos yelled. “The other magicians won’t stay gone forever.”

  “For once, he’s right,” Zia warned. “But we can’t make a portal—”

  “We’ve got a flying boat,” Carter offered.

  Zia nodded appreciatively. “Where?”

  We pointed towards the church, but unfortunately Desjardins was between it and us.

  Desjardins hurled another volley of stones. Amos deflected them with wind and lightning.

  “Storm magic!” Desjardins sneered. “Since when is Amos Kane an expert in the powers of chaos? Do you see this, children? How can he be your protector?”

  “Shut up,” Amos growled, and with a sweep of his staff he raised a sandstorm so huge that it blanketed the entire square.

  “Now,” Zia said. We made a wide arc around Desjardins, then ran blindly towards the church. The sandstorm bit my skin and stung my eyes, but we found the stairs and climbed to the roof. The wind subsided, and across the plaza I could see Desjardins and Amos still facing each other, encased in shields of force. Amos was staggering; the effort was clearly taking too much out of him.

  “I have to help,” Zia said reluctantly, “or Desjardins will kill Amos.”

  “I thought you didn’t trust Amos,” Carter said.

  “I don’t,” she agreed. “But if Desjardins wins this duel, we’re all dead. We’ll never escape.” She clenched her teeth as if she were preparing for something really painful.

  She held out her staff and murmured an incantation. The air became warm. The staffed glowed. She released it and it burst into flame, growing into a column of fire a full meter thick and four meters tall.

  “Hunt Desjardins,” she intoned.

  Immediately, the fiery column floated off the roof and began moving slowly but deliberately towards the Chief Lector.

  Zia crumpled. Carter and I had to grab her arms to keep her from falling on her face.

  Desjardins looked up. When he saw the fire, his eyes widened with fear. “Zia!” he cursed. “You dare attack me?”

  The column descended, passing through the branches of a tree and burning a hole straight through them. It landed in the street, hovering just a few centimeters above the pavement. The heat was so intense that it scorched the concrete curb and melted the tarmac. The fire came to a parked car, and instead of going round, it burned its way straight through the metal chassis, sawing the car in two.

  “Good!” Amos yelled from the street. “Well done, Zia!”

  In desperation, Desjardins staggered to his left. The column adjusted course. He blasted it with water, but the liquid evaporated into steam. He summoned boulders, but they just passed through the fire and dropped into melted, smoking lumps on the opposite side.

  “What is that thing?” I asked.

  Zia was unconscious, and Carter shook his head in wonder. But Isis spoke in my mind. A pillar of fire, she said with admiration. It is the most powerful spell a master of fire can summon. It is impossible to defeat, impossible to escape. It can be used to lead the summoner toward a goal. Or it can be used to pursue any enemy, forcing him to run. If Desjardins tries to focus on anything else, it will overtake him and consume him. It will not leave him alone until it dissipates.

  How long? I asked.

  Depends on the strength of the caster. Between six and twelve hours.

  I laughed aloud. Brilliant! Of course Zia had passed out creating it, but it was still brilliant.

  Such a spell has depleted her energy, Isis said. She will not be able to work any magic until the pillar is gone. In order to help you, she has left herself completely powerless.

  “She’ll be all right,” I told Carter. Then I shouted down to the plaza: “Amos, come on! We’ve got to go!”

  Desjardins kept backing up. I could tell he was scared of the fire, but he wasn’t quite done with us. “You will be sorry for this! You wish to play gods? Then you leave me no choice.” Out of the Duat, he pulled a cluster of sticks. No, they were arrows—about seven of them.

  Amos looked at the arrows in horror. “You wouldn’t! No Chief Lector would ever—”

  “I summon Sekhmet!” Desjardins bellowed. He threw the arrows into the air and they began to twirl, orbiting Amos.

  Desjardins allowed himself a satisfied smile. He looked straight at me. “You choose to place your faith in the gods?” he called. “Then die by the hands of a god.”

  He turned and ran. The pillar of fire picked up speed and followed.

  “Children, get out of here!” Amos yelled, encircled by the arrows. “I’ll try to distract her!”

  “Who?” I demanded. I knew I’d heard the name Sekhmet before, but I’d heard a lot of Egyptian names. “Which one is Sekhmet?”

  Carter turned to me, and even with all we’d been through over the last week, I had never seen him look so scared. “We need to leave,” he said. “Now.”

  C A R T E R

  33. We Go Into the Salsa Business

  YOU’RE FORGETTING SOMETHING, Horus told me.

  A little busy here! I thought back.

  You might think it’s easy steering a magic boat through the sky. You’d be wrong. I didn’t have Amos’s animated coat, so I stood in the back trying to shift the tiller myself, which was like stirring cement. I couldn’t see where we were going. We kept tilting back and forth while Sadie tried her best to keep an unconscious Zia from flopping over the side.

  It’s my birthday, Horus insisted. Wish me happy birthday!

  “Happy birthday!” I yelled. “Now, shut up!”

  “Carter, what are you on about?” Sadie screamed, grabbing the railing with one hand and Zia with the other as the boat tipped sideways. “Have you lost your mind?”

  “No, I was talking to—Oh, forget it.”

  I glanced behind us. Something was approaching—a blazing figure that lit up the night. Vaguely humanoid, definitely bad news. I urged the boat to go faster.

  Did you get me anything? Horus urged.

  Will you please do something helpful? I demanded. That thing following us—is that what I think it is?

  Oh. Horus sounded bored. That’s Sekhmet. The Eye of Ra, destroyer of the wicked, the great huntress, lady of flame, et cetera.

  Great, I thought. And she’s following us because...

  The Chief Lector has the power to summon her once during his lifetime, Horus explained. It’s an old, old gift—goes back to the days when Ra first blessed man with magic.

  Once during his lifetime, I thought. And Desjardins chooses now?

  He never was very good at being patient.

  I thought that the magicians don’t like gods!

  They don’t, Horus agreed. Just shows you what a hypocrite he is. But I suppose killing you was more important than standing on principle. I can appreciate that.

  I looked back again. The figure was definitely getting closer—a giant golden woman in glowing red armor, with a bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows slung across her back—and she was hurtling toward us like a rocket.

  How do we beat her? I asked.

  You pretty much don’t, Horus said. She is the incarnation of the sun’s wrath. Back in the days when Ra was active, she would’ve been much more impressive, but still....She’s unstoppable. A born killer. A slaying machine—

  “Okay, I get it!” I yelled.

  “What?” Sadie demanded, so loud that Zia stirred.

  “Wha—what?” Her eyes fluttered open.

  “Nothing,” I shouted. “We’re being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.”

  Zia s
at up woozily. “A slaying machine? You don’t mean—”

  “Carter, veer right!” Sadie yelled.

  I did, and a flaming arrow the size of a predator drone grazed our port side. It exploded above us, setting the roof of our boathouse on fire.

  I steered the boat into a dive, and Sekhmet shot past but then pirouetted in the air with irritating agility and dove after us.

  “We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully.

  “Noticed!” I yelled back.

  I scanned the landscape below us, but there was nowhere safe to land—just subdivisions and office parks.

  “Die, enemies of Ra!” Sekhmet yelled. “Perish in agony!”

  She’s almost as annoying as you, I told Horus.

  Impossible, Horus said. No one bests Horus.

  I took another evasive turn, and Zia yelled, “There!”

  She pointed toward a well-lit factory complex with trucks, warehouses, and silos. A giant chili pepper was painted on the side of the biggest warehouse, and a floodlit sign read: magic salsa, inc.

  “Oh, please,” Sadie said. “It’s not really magic! That’s just a name.”

  “No,” Zia insisted. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “Those Seven Ribbons?” I guessed. “The ones you used on Serqet?”

  Zia shook her head. “They can only be summoned once a year. But my plan—”

  Another arrow blazed past us, only inches from our starboard side.

  “Hang on!” I yanked at the tiller and spun the boat upside down just before the arrow exploded. The hull shielded us from the brunt of the blast, but the entire bottom of the ship was now on fire, and we were going down.

  With my last bit of control, I aimed the boat toward the roof of the warehouse, and we crashed through, slamming into a huge mound of...something crunchy.

  I clawed my way clear of the boat and sat up in a daze. Fortunately, the stuff we’d crashed into was soft. Unfortunately, it was a twenty-foot pile of dried chili peppers, and the boat had set them on fire. My eyes began to sting, but I knew better than to rub them, because my hands were now covered in chili oil.

  “Sadie?” I called. “Zia?”

  “Help!” Sadie yelled. She was on the other side of the boat, dragging Zia out from under the flaming hull. We managed to pull her free and slide down the pile onto the floor.

  The warehouse seemed to be a massive facility for drying peppers, with thirty or forty mountains of chilis and rows of wooden drying racks. The wreckage of our boat filled the air with spicy smoke, and through the hole we’d made in the roof, I could see the blazing figure of Sekhmet descending.

  We ran, plowing through another pile of peppers. [No, I didn’t pick a peck of them, Sadie—just shut up.] We hid behind a drying rack, where shelves of peppers made the air burn like hydrochloric acid.

  Sekhmet landed, and the warehouse floor shuddered. Up close, she was even more terrifying. Her skin glowed like liquid gold, and her chest armor and skirt seemed to be woven of tiles made from molten lava. Her hair was like a thick lion’s mane. Her eyes were feline, but they didn’t sparkle like Bast’s or betray any kindness or humor. Sekhmet’s eyes blazed like her arrows, designed only to seek and destroy. She was beautiful the way an atomic explosion is beautiful.

  “I smell blood!” she roared. “I will feast on enemies of Ra until my belly is full!”

  “Charming,” Sadie whispered. “So Zia...this plan?”

  Zia didn’t look so well. She was shivering and pale, and seemed to have trouble focusing on us. “When Ra...when he first called Sekhmet to punish humans because they were rebelling against him...she got out of hand.”

  “Hard to imagine,” I whispered, as Sekhmet ripped through the burning wreckage of our boat.

  “She started killing everyone,” Zia said, “not just the wicked. None of the other gods could stop her. She would just kill all day until she was gorged on blood. Then she’d leave until the next day. So the people begged the magicians to come up with a plan, and—”

  “You dare hide?” Flames roared as Sekhmet’s arrows destroyed pile after pile of dried peppers. “I will roast you alive!”

  “Run now,” I decided. “Talk later.”

  Sadie and I dragged Zia between us. We managed to get out of the warehouse just before the whole place imploded from the heat, billowing a spicy-hot mushroom cloud into the sky. We ran through a parking lot filled with semitrailers and hid behind a sixteen-wheeler.

  I peeked out, expecting to see Sekhmet walk through the flames of the warehouse. Instead, she leaped out in the form of a giant lion. Her eyes blazed, and floating over her head was a disk of fire like a miniature sun.

  “The symbol of Ra,” Zia whispered.

  Sekhmet roared: “Where are you, my tasty morsels?” She opened her maw and breathed a blast of hot air across the parking lot. Wherever her breath touched, the asphalt melted, cars disintegrated into sand, and the parking lot turned into barren desert.

  “How did she do that?” Sadie hissed.

  “Her breath creates the deserts,” Zia said. “That is the legend.”

  “Better and better.” Fear was closing up my throat, but I knew we couldn’t hide much longer. I summoned my sword. “I’ll distract her. You two run—”

  “No,” Zia insisted. “There is another way.” She pointed at a row of silos on the other side of the lot. Each one was three stories tall and maybe twenty feet in diameter, with a giant chili pepper painted on the side.

  “Petrol tanks?” Sadie asked.

  “No,” I said. “Must be salsa, right?”

  Sadie stared at me blankly. “Isn’t that a type of music?”

  “It’s a hot sauce,” I said. “That’s what they make here.”

  Sekhmet breathed in our direction, and the three trailers next to us melted into sand. We scuttled sideways and jumped behind a cinder block wall.

  “Listen,” Zia gasped, her face beading with sweat. “When the people needed to stop Sekhmet, they got huge vats of beer and colored them bright red with pomegranate juice.”

  “Yeah, I remember now,” I interrupted. “They told Sekhmet it was blood, and she drank until she passed out. Then Ra was able to recall her into the heavens. They transformed her into something gentler. A cow goddess or something.”

  “Hathor,” Zia said. “That is Sekhmet’s other form. The flip side of her personality.”

  Sadie shook her head in disbelief. “So you’re saying we offer to buy Sekhmet a few pints, and she’ll turn into a cow.”

  “Not exactly,” Zia said. “But salsa is red, is it not?”

  We skirted the factory grounds as Sekhmet chewed up trucks and blasted huge swathes of the parking lot to sand.

  “I hate this plan,” Sadie grumbled.

  “Just keep her occupied for a few seconds,” I said. “And don’t die.”

  “Yeah, that’s the hard bit, isn’t it?”

  “One...” I counted. “Two...three!”

  Sadie burst into the open and used her favorite spell: “Ha-di!”

  The glyphs blazed over Sekhmet’s head:

  And everything around her exploded. Trucks burst to pieces. The air shimmered with energy. The ground heaved upward, creating a crater fifty feet deep into which the lioness tumbled.

  It was pretty impressive, but I didn’t have time to admire Sadie’s work. I turned into a falcon and launched myself toward the salsa tanks.

  “RRAAAARR!” Sekhmet leaped out of the crater and breathed desert wind in Sadie’s direction, but Sadie was long gone. She ran sideways, ducking behind trailers and releasing a few lengths of magical rope as she fled. The ropes whipped through the air and tried to tie themselves around the lioness’s mouth. They failed, of course, but they did annoy the Destroyer.

  “Show yourself!” Sekhmet bellowed. “I will feast on your flesh!”

  Perched on a silo, I concentrated all my power and turned straight from falcon to avatar. My glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of t
he tank.

  “Sekhmet!” I yelled.

  The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice.

  “Up here, kitty!” I called.

  She spotted me and her ears went back. “Horus?”

  “Unless you know another guy with a falcon head.”

  She padded back and forth uncertainly, then roared in challenge. “Why do you speak to me when I am in my raging form? You know I must destroy everything in my path, even you!”

  “If you must,” I said. “But first, you might like to feast on the blood of your enemies!”

  I drove my sword into the tank and salsa gushed out in a chunky red waterfall. I leaped to the next tank and sliced it open. And again, and again, until six silofuls of Magic Salsa were spewing into the parking lot.

  “Ha, ha!” Sekhmet loved it. She leaped into the red sauce torrent, rolling in it, lapping it up. “Blood. Lovely blood!”

  Yeah, apparently lions aren’t too bright, or their taste buds aren’t very developed, because Sekhmet didn’t stop until her belly was bulging and her mouth literally began to smoke.

  “Tangy,” she said, stumbling and blinking. “But my eyes hurt. What kind of blood is this? Nubian? Persian?”

  “Jalapeño,” I said. “Try some more. It gets better.”

  Her ears were smoking too now as she tried to drink more. Her eyes watered, and she began to stagger.

  “I...” Steam curled from her mouth. “Hot...hot mouth...”

  “Milk is good for that,” I suggested. “Maybe if you were a cow.”

  “Trick,” Sekhmet groaned. “You...you tricked...”

  But her eyes were too heavy. She turned in a circle and collapsed, curling into a ball. Her form twitched and shimmered as her red armor melted into spots on her golden skin, until I was looking down at an enormous sleeping cow.

  I dropped off the silo and stepped carefully around the sleeping goddess. She was making cow snoring sounds, like “Moo-zzz, moo-zzz.” I waved my hand in front of her face, and when I was convinced she was out cold, I dispelled my avatar. Sadie and Zia emerged from behind a trailer.

  “Well,” said Sadie, “that was different.”