“I’ll be back!” he promised. He blew her a kiss, and I thought Tawaret was going to faint from happiness.
The Mercedes peeled out.
“Honeycakes?” I asked.
“Hey, kid,” Bes growled, “do I criticize your relationships?”
I didn’t have the guts to look at Zia, but she squeezed my hand. Sadie stayed quiet. Maybe she was thinking about Walt.
The Mercedes leaped one last flaming chasm and slammed to a stop on the beach of bones.
I pointed to the wreckage of the Egyptian Queen. “See? No boat.”
“Oh, yeah?” Bes asked. “Then what’s that?”
Upriver, light blazed in the darkness.
Zia inhaled sharply. “Ra,” she said. “The sun boat approaches.”
As the light got closer, I saw she was right. The gold-and-white sail gleamed. Glowing orbs flitted around the deck of a boat. The crocodile-headed god Sobek stood at the bow, knocking aside random river monsters with a big pole. And sitting in a fiery throne in the middle of the sun barque was the old god Ra.
“Halllloooooo!” he yelled across the water. “We have cooooookies!”
Sadie kissed Bes on the cheek. “You’re brilliant!”
“Hey, now,” the dwarf mumbled. “You’re gonna make Tawaret jealous. It just so happened the timing was right. If we’d missed the sun boat, we’d have been out of luck.”
That thought made me shudder.
For millennia, Ra had followed this cycle—sailing into the Duat at sunset, traveling along the River of Night until he emerged into the mortal world again at sunrise. But it was a one-way trip, and the boat kept to a tight schedule. As Ra passed through the various Houses of the Night, their gates closed until the next evening, making it easy for mortal travelers like us to get stranded. Sadie and I had experienced that once before, and it hadn’t been fun.
As the sun boat drifted toward the shore, Bes gave us a lopsided grin. “Ready, kids? I got a feeling things up in the mortal world aren’t going to be pretty.”
That was the first unsurprising thing I’d heard all day.
The glowing lights extended the boat’s gangplank, and we climbed aboard for what might be the last sunrise in history.
S A D I E
17. Brooklyn House Goes to War
I WAS SORRY TO LEAVE THE LAND OF DEMONS.
[Yes, Carter, I’m quite serious.]
After all, I’d had a rather successful visit there. I’d saved Zia and my brother from that horrid ghost Setne. I’d captured the serpent’s shadow. I’d witnessed the Charge of the Old Folks’ Brigade in all its glory, and most of all, I’d been reunited with Bes. Why wouldn’t I have fond memories of the place? I might even take a beach holiday there someday, rent a cabana on the Sea of Chaos. Why not?
The flurry of activity also distracted me from less pleasant thoughts. But once we arrived at the riverbank and I had a few moments to breathe, I started thinking about how I’d learned the spell to rescue Bes’s shadow. My elation turned to despair.
Walt—oh, Walt. What had he done?
I remembered how lifeless and cold he’d been, cradled in my arms amid the mud-brick ruins. Then suddenly he had opened his eyes and gasped.
Look, he’d said to me.
On the surface, I’d seen Walt as I’d always known him. But in the Duat…the boy god Anubis shimmered, his ghost-gray aura sustaining Walt’s life.
Still me, they had said in unison. Their double voice had made my skin tingle.
I’ll meet you at sunrise, they had promised, at the First Nome, if you’re sure you don’t hate me.
Did I hate him? Or was it them? Gods of Egypt, I wasn’t even sure what to call him anymore! I certainly didn’t know how I felt, or if I wanted to see him again.
I tried to put those thoughts aside. We still needed to defeat Apophis. Even with his captured shadow, there was no guarantee we would succeed in casting the spell. I doubted Apophis would stand idly by while we tried to obliterate him from the universe. And it was entirely possible that the execration would require more magic than Carter and I had, combined. If we burned up, my dilemma with Walt would hardly be a problem.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop thinking about him/them—the way their warm brown eyes merged together so perfectly, and how natural Anubis’s smile looked on Walt’s face.
Argh! This was not helpful.
We climbed aboard the sun barque—Carter, Zia, Bes, and me. I was relieved beyond words that my favorite dwarf would be accompanying us to our final battle. I needed a reliably ugly god in my life right now.
At the bow, our old enemy Sobek regarded me with a crocodile smile, which I suppose was the only kind of smile he had. “So…the little Kane children have returned.”