“He was born under the shadow of death,” Anubis said. “That’s why we understand each other. He would’ve collapsed long before now, but Jaz gave him one last potion to hold off the pain—to give him a final burst of energy in an emergency.”
I remembered the sweet smell of lotus on Walt’s breath. “He took it just now. When we were running from Neith.”
Anubis nodded. “It’s worn off. He’ll only have enough energy to finish this spell.”
“No!” I meant to scream and hit him, but I’m afraid I rather melted and wept instead. Anubis sheltered me in his arms, and I sniveled like a little girl.
I have no excuse. I simply couldn’t stand the thought of losing Walt, even to bring back Bes. Just once, couldn’t I succeed at something without a massive sacrifice?
“You have to watch,” Anubis told me. “Learn the spell. It’s the only way to save Bes. And you’ll need the same enchantment to capture the serpent’s shadow.”
“I don’t care!” I cried, but I did watch.
As Walt chanted, the figurine absorbed the shadow of Bes like a sponge soaking up liquid. The wax turned as black as kohl.
“Don’t worry,” Anubis said gently. “Death won’t be the end for him.”
I pounded on his chest without much force. “I don’t want to hear that! You shouldn’t even be here. Didn’t the gods put a restraining order on you?”
“I’m not supposed to be near you,” Anubis agreed, “because I have no mortal form.”
“How, then? There’s no graveyard. This isn’t
“No,” Anubis admitted. He nodded at Walt. “Look.”
Walt finished his spell. He spoke a single command word:
The hieroglyph for
It was the same command I’d used to repair the gift shop in Dallas, the same command Uncle Amos had used last Christmas when he had demonstrated how to put a broken saucer back together. And with horrible certainty, I knew it would be the last spell Walt ever cast.
He slumped forward. I ran to his side. I cradled his head in my arms. His breathing was ragged.
“Worked,” he muttered. “Now…send the shadow to Bes. You’ll have to—”
“Walt, please,” I said. “We can get you to the First Nome. Their healers might be able to—”
“No, Sadie…” He pressed the figurine into my hands. “Hurry.”
I tried to concentrate. It was almost impossible, but I managed to reverse the wording of an execration. I channeled power into the figurine and imagined Bes as he once was. I urged the shadow to find its master, to reawaken his soul. Instead of erasing Bes from the world, I tried to draw him back into the picture, this time with permanent ink.
The wax statue turned to smoke and disappeared.
“Did—did it work?” I asked.
Walt didn’t answer. His eyes were closed. He lay perfectly still.
“Oh, please…no.” I hugged his forehead, which was rapidly cooling. “Anubis, do something!”
No answer. I turned, and Anubis was gone.
“Anubis!” I screamed so loudly it echoed off the distant cliffs. I set Walt down as gently as I could. I stood and turned in a full circle, my fists clenched. “That’s it?” I shouted at the empty air. “You take his soul and leave? I
Suddenly Walt gasped and opened his eyes.
I sobbed with relief.
“Walt!” I knelt next to him.
“The gate,” he said urgently.
I didn’t know what he meant. Perhaps he’d had some sort of near-death vision? His voice sounded clearer, free of pain, but still weak. “Sadie, hurry. You know the spell now. It will work on…on the serpent’s shadow.”
“Walt, what happened?” I brushed the tears from my face. “What gate?”
He pointed feebly. A few meters away, a door of darkness hovered in the air. “The whole quest was a trap,” he said. “Setne…I see his plan now. Your brother needs your help.”
“But what about you? Come with me!”
He shook his head. “I’m still too weak. I will do my best to summon reinforcements for you in the Duat—you’ll need them—but I can barely move. I’ll meet you at sunrise, at the First Nome, if—if you’re sure you don’t hate me.”
“Hate you?” I was completely baffled. “Why on earth would I hate you?”
He smiled sadly—a smile that wasn’t quite like him.
“Look,” he said.
It took me a moment to understand his meaning. A cold feeling washed over me. How had Walt survived? Where was Anubis? And what had they been conspiring about?
Neith had called Walt a child of Set, but he wasn’t. Set’s only child was Anubis.
I didn’t want to, but I lowered my vision into the Duat. Where Walt lay, I saw a different person, like a superimposed image…a young man lying weak and pale, in a gold neckband and black Egyptian kilt, with familiar brown eyes and a sad smile. Deeper still, I saw the glowing gray radiance of a god—the jackal-headed form of Anubis.
“Oh…no, no.” I got up and stumbled away from him. From
“What have you done?” I stared at him in horror. I wasn’t even sure what to call him.
“Sadie, it’s me,” Walt said. “Still me.”
In the Duat, Anubis spoke in unison: “Still me.”
“No!” My legs trembled. I felt betrayed and cheated. I felt as if the world was already crumbling into the Sea of Chaos.
“I can explain,” he said in two voices. “But Carter needs your help. Please, Sadie—”
“Stop it!” I’m not proud of how I acted, but I turned and fled, leaping straight through the doorway of darkness. At the moment I didn’t even care where it led, as long as it was away from that deathless creature I had thought I loved.
15. I Become a Purple Chimpanzee
JELLY BABIES? SERIOUSLY?
I hadn’t heard that part. My sister never ceases to amaze me—[and no, Sadie, that’s not a compliment, either.]
Anyway, while Sadie was having her supernatural guy drama, I was confronting an ax-murdering riverboat captain who apparently wanted to change his name to Even-More-Bloodstained Blade.
“Back down,” I told the demon. “That’s an order.”
Bloodstained Blade made a humming sound that might’ve been laughter. He swung his head to the left—kind of an Elvis Presley dance move—and smashed a hole in the wall. Then he faced me again, splinters all over his
