the enchantments on Brooklyn House. You know Kane’s defenses better than anyone. Once I destroy him, I will have no opposition.”
As the meaning of Menshikov’s words sank in, a wave of rage nearly knocked me off my feet. This time, Sadie had to clamp
“Calm!” she whispered. “You’re going to start the invisibility shield popping again!”
I pushed her hand away and hissed, “But he wants to free Apophis!”
“I know.”
“And attack Amos—”
“I know! So help me get the bloody scroll and let’s get out of here!” She put her wax animal on the desk—a dog, I thought —and began writing hieroglyphs on its back with a stylus.
I took a shaky breath. Sadie was right, but still—Menshikov was talking about freeing Apophis and killing our uncle. What kind of magician makes deals with Set? Except for Sadie and me. That was different.
Set’s laugh echoed inside the green vase. “So: the binding for Apophis and the secrets of Brooklyn House. Is that all, Vladimir? I wonder what your master Desjardins would think if he found out your real plan, and the sort of friends you keep.”
Menshikov snatched up his staff. The carved-serpent tip flared again. “Be careful with your threats,
The jar trembled. Throughout the room, glass cases shivered. The chandelier jangled like a three-ton wind chime.
I gave Sadie a panicked look. “Did he just—”
“Set’s secret name,” she confirmed, still writing on her wax dog.
“How—”
“I don’t know, Carter. Now, shh!”
A god’s secret name had all kinds of power. It was supposed to be almost impossible to get. To truly learn it, you couldn’t just hear it repeated by some random person. You had to hear it straight from the god himself, or from the person closest to his heart. Once you had it, it gave you serious magical leverage over that god. Sadie had learned Set’s secret name during our quest last Christmas, but how had Menshikov gotten it?
Inside the jar, Set growled with annoyance. “I really
“Serve us,” Menshikov said, “and the Kanes will be destroyed. You will be the honored lieutenant of Apophis. You can raise another temple, even grander than the Red Pyramid.”
“Uh-huh,” Set said. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I don’t do well with the whole second-in-command concept. As for Apophis, he’s not one to suffer other gods getting attention.”
“We will free Apophis with or without your help,” Menshikov warned. “By the equinox, he
I nudged Sadie. “Hurry.”
She tapped the wax dog, and it came to life. It started sniffing around the desk, looking for magic traps.
Inside the jar, Set sighed. “Well, Vladimir, you do know how to make an appealing offer. The binding for Apophis, you say? Yes, I was there when Ra cast the Serpent into that prison of scarabs. I suppose I could remember the ingredients he used for the binding. Quite a day that was! I was wearing red, I think. At the victory feast they served the most delicious honey-baked locusts—”
“You have ten seconds,” Menshikov said.
“Oh, I’ll cooperate! I hope you have a pen and paper handy.
It’s a rather long list of ingredients. Let’s see…what did Ra use for a base? Bat dung? Then there were the dried toads, of course. And then…”
Set began rattling off ingredients, while Sadie’s wax dog sniffed around the desk. Finally it lay down on the blotter and went to sleep.
Sadie frowned at me. “No traps.”
“That’s too easy,” I whispered back.
She opened the top drawer. There was the papyrus scroll, just like the one we’d found in Brooklyn. She slipped it into her bag.
We were halfway back to the fireplace when Set caught us by surprise.
He was going on with his list of ridiculous ingredients: “And snakeskins. Yes, three large ones, with a sprinkling of hot sauce—” Then he stopped abruptly, like he’d had a revelation. He spoke in a much louder voice, calling across the room. “And a sacrificial victim would be good! Maybe a young idiot magician who can’t do a proper invisibility spell, like CARTER KANE over there!”
I froze. Vladimir Menshikov turned, and my panic became too much for the invisibility shroud.
Half a dozen golden sparks shot up with a loud happy
Menshikov stared right at me. “My, my…how kind of you to deliver yourselves. Well done, Set.”
“Hmm?” Set asked innocently. “Do we have visitors?”
“Set!” Sadie growled. “I’ll kick you in the
The voice in the jar gasped. “Sadie Kane? How exciting! Too bad I’m stuck in
The hint wasn’t too subtle, but surely he couldn’t believe we’d free him after he’d blown our cover.
Sadie faced Menshikov, her wand and staff ready. “You’re working with Apophis. You’re on the wrong side.”
Menshikov removed his glasses. His eyes were ruined pits of scar tissue, burned skin, and glistening corneas. Believe me, that’s the
“The wrong side?” Menshikov asked. “Girl, you have no idea the powers that are in play. Five thousand years ago, Egyptian priests prophesied how the world would end. Ra would grow old and tired, and Apophis would swallow him and plunge the world into darkness. Chaos would rule forever. Now the time is here! You can’t stop it. You can only choose whether you’ll be destroyed, or whether you’ll bow to the power of Chaos and survive.”
“Right,” Set chimed in. “It’s too bad I’m stuck in
“Shut up, Set,” Menshikov snapped. “No one is crazy enough to trust you. And as for you, children, you are clearly not the threat I imagined.”
“Great,” I said. “So we can go?”
Menshikov laughed. “Would you run to Desjardins and tell him what you’ve heard? He wouldn’t believe you. He’d put you on trial, then execute you. But I’ll spare you that embarrassment. I’ll kill you right now.”
“How fun!” Set said. “Wish I could see it, but I’m stuck in
I tried to think. Menshikov was still inside a protective circle, which meant he had a big defensive advantage. I wasn’t sure I could bust through it, even if I could summon a combat avatar. Meanwhile, Menshikov could take his time trying out different ways to destroy us. Would he blast us with elemental magic? Change us into bugs?
He threw his staff to the ground, and I cursed.
Throwing down your staff may sound like a sign of surrender, but in Egyptian magic, it’s bad news. It usually means
Sure enough, Menshikov’s staff began to writhe and grow.
Great, I thought. Another serpent.
But something was wrong with this one. Instead of a tail, it had a head on both ends. At first I thought we’d caught some luck, and Menshikov had summoned a monster with a rare genetic birth defect. Then the thing sprouted four dragon legs. Its body grew until it was the size of a draft horse, curved like a U, with mottled red and green scales and a rattlesnake head on either side. It reminded me of that two-headed animal from Doctor Dolittle. You know—the pushmi-pullyu? Except Doctor Dolittle would never have wanted to talk to