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Chapter no 2 – An Explosion for Christmas

The Red Pyramid

Iโ€™D BEEN TO THE BRITISH MUSEM BEFORE.ย In fact Iโ€™ve been in more museums than I like to admitโ€”it makes me sound like a total geek.

[Thatโ€™s Sadie in the background, yelling that I am a total geek. Thanks,

Sis.]

Anyway, the museum was closed and completely dark, but the curator

and two security guards were waiting for us on the front steps.

โ€œDr. Kane!โ€ The curator was a greasy little dude in a cheap suit. Iโ€™d seen mummies with more hair and better teeth. He shook my dadโ€™s hand like he was meeting a rock star. โ€œYour last paper on Imhotepโ€”brilliant! I donโ€™t know how you translated those spells!โ€

โ€œIm-ho-who?โ€ Sadie muttered to me.

โ€œImhotep,โ€ I said. โ€œHigh priest, architect. Some say he was a magician.

Designed the first step pyramid. You know.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t know,โ€ Sadie said. โ€œDonโ€™t care. But thanks.โ€

Dad expressed his gratitude to the curator for hosting us on a holiday. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. โ€œDr. Martin, Iโ€™d like you to meet Carter and Sadie.โ€

โ€œAh! Your son, obviously, andโ€”โ€ The curator looked hesitantly at Sadie. โ€œAnd this young lady?โ€

โ€œMy daughter,โ€ Dad said.

Dr. Martinโ€™s stare went temporarily blank. Doesnโ€™t matter how open- minded or polite people think they are, thereโ€™s always that moment of confusion that flashes across their faces when they realize Sadie is part of our family. I hate it, but over the years Iโ€™ve come to expect it.

The curator regained his smile. โ€œYes, yes, of course. Right this way, Dr.

Kane. Weโ€™re very honored!โ€

The security guards locked the doors behind us. They took our luggage, then one of them reached for Dadโ€™s workbag.

โ€œAh, no,โ€ Dad said with a tight smile. โ€œIโ€™ll keep this one.โ€

The guards stayed in the foyer as we followed the curator into the Great Court. It was ominous at night. Dim light from the glass-domed ceiling cast crosshatched shadows across the walls like a giant spiderweb. Our footsteps clicked on the white marble floor.

โ€œSo,โ€ Dad said, โ€œthe stone.โ€

โ€œYes!โ€ the curator said. โ€œThough I canโ€™t imagine what new information you could glean from it. Itโ€™s been studied to deathโ€”our most famous artifact, of course.โ€

โ€œOf course,โ€ Dad said. โ€œBut you may be surprised.โ€ โ€œWhatโ€™s he on about now?โ€ Sadie whispered to me.

I didnโ€™t answer. I had a sneaking suspicion what stone they were talking about, but I couldnโ€™t figure out why Dad would drag us out on Christmas Eve to see it.

I wondered what heโ€™d been about to tell us at Cleopatraโ€™s Needleโ€” something about our mother and the night she died. And why did he keep glancing around as if he expected those strange people weโ€™d seen at the Needle to pop up again? We were locked in a museum surrounded by guards and high-tech security. Nobody could bother us in hereโ€”I hoped.

We turned left into the Egyptian wing. The walls were lined with massive statues of the pharaohs and gods, but my dad bypassed them all and went straight for the main attraction in the middle of the room.

โ€œBeautiful,โ€ my father murmured. โ€œAnd itโ€™s not a replica?โ€

โ€œNo, no,โ€ the curator promised. โ€œWe donโ€™t always keep the actual stone on display, but for youโ€”this is quite real.โ€

We were staring at a slab of dark gray rock about three feet tall and two feet wide. It sat on a pedestal, encased in a glass box. The flat surface of the stone was chiseled with three distinct bands of writing. The top part was Ancient Egyptian picture writing: hieroglyphics. The middle section…I had to rack my brain to remember what my dad called it: Demotic, a kind of writing from the period when the Greeks controlled Egypt and a lot of Greek words got mixed into Egyptian. The last lines were in Greek.

โ€œThe Rosetta Stone,โ€ I said.

โ€œIsnโ€™t that a computer program?โ€ Sadie asked.

I wanted to tell her how stupid she was, but the curator cut me off with a nervous laugh. โ€œYoung lady, the Rosetta Stone was the key to deciphering hieroglyphics! It was discovered by Napoleonโ€™s army in 1799 andโ€”โ€

โ€œOh, right,โ€ Sadie said. โ€œI remember now.โ€

I knew she was just saying that to shut him up, but my dad wouldnโ€™t let it

go.

โ€œSadie,โ€ he said, โ€œuntil this stone was discovered, regular mortals…er, I

mean, no one had been able to read hieroglyphics for centuries. The written language of Egypt had been completely forgotten. Then an Englishman named Thomas Young proved that the Rosetta Stoneโ€™s three languages all conveyed the same message. A Frenchman named Champollion took up the work and cracked the code of hieroglyphics.โ€

Sadie chewed her gum, unimpressed. โ€œWhatโ€™s it say, then?โ€

Dad shrugged. โ€œNothing important. Itโ€™s basically a thank-you letter from some priests to King Ptolemy V. When it was first carved, the stone was no big deal. But over the centuries…over the centuries it has become a powerful symbol. Perhaps the most important connection between Ancient Egypt and the modern world. I was a fool not to realize its potential sooner.โ€

Heโ€™d lost me, and apparently the curator too. โ€œDr. Kane?โ€ he asked. โ€œAre you quite all right?โ€

Dad breathed deeply. โ€œMy apologies, Dr. Martin. I was just…thinking aloud. If I could have the glass removed? And if you could bring me the papers I asked for from your archives.โ€

Dr. Martin nodded. He pressed a code into a small remote control, and the front of the glass box clicked open.

โ€œIt will take a few minutes to retrieve the notes,โ€ Dr. Martin said. โ€œFor anyone else, I would hesitate to grant unguarded access to the stone, as youโ€™ve requested. I trust youโ€™ll be careful.โ€

He glanced at us kids like we were troublemakers. โ€œWeโ€™ll be careful,โ€ Dad promised.

As soon as Dr. Martinโ€™s steps receded, Dad turned to us with a frantic look in his eyes. โ€œChildren, this is very important. You have to stay out of this room.โ€

He slipped his workbag off his shoulder and unzipped it just enough to pull out a bike chain and padlock. โ€œFollow Dr. Martin. Youโ€™ll find his office at the end of the Great Court on the left. Thereโ€™s only one entrance. Once heโ€™s inside, wrap this around the door handles and lock it tight. We need to delay him.โ€

โ€œYou want us to lock him in?โ€ Sadie asked, suddenly interested. โ€œBrilliant!โ€

โ€œDad,โ€ I said, โ€œwhatโ€™s going on?โ€

โ€œWe donโ€™t have time for explanations,โ€ he said. โ€œThis will be our only chance. Theyโ€™re coming.โ€

โ€œWhoโ€™s coming?โ€ Sadie asked.

He took Sadie by the shoulders. โ€œSweetheart, I love you. And Iโ€™m sorry…Iโ€™m sorry for many things, but thereโ€™s no time now. If this works, I promise Iโ€™ll make everything better for all of us. Carter, youโ€™re my brave man. You have to trust me. Remember, lock up Dr. Martin. Then stay out of this room!โ€

Chaining the curatorโ€™s door was easy. But as soon as weโ€™d finished, we looked back the way weโ€™d come and saw blue light streaming from the Egyptian gallery, as if our dad had installed a giant glowing aquarium.

Sadie locked eyes with me. โ€œHonestly, do you have any idea what heโ€™s up to?โ€

โ€œNone,โ€ I said. โ€œBut heโ€™s been acting strange lately. Thinking a lot about Mom. He keeps her picture…โ€

I didnโ€™t want to say more. Fortunately Sadie nodded like she understood. โ€œWhatโ€™s in his workbag?โ€ she asked.

โ€œI donโ€™t know. He told me never to look.โ€

Sadie raised an eyebrow. โ€œAnd you never did? God, that is so like you, Carter. Youโ€™re hopeless.โ€

I wanted to defend myself, but just then a tremor shook the floor.

Startled, Sadie grabbed my arm. โ€œHe told us to stay put. I suppose youโ€™re going to follow that order too?โ€

Actually, that order was sounding pretty good to me, but Sadie sprinted down the hall, and after a momentโ€™s hesitation, I ran after her.

When we reached the entrance of the Egyptian gallery, we stopped dead in our tracks. Our dad stood in front of the Rosetta Stone with his back to us. A blue circle glowed on the floor around him, as if someone had switched on hidden neon tubes in the floor.

My dad had thrown off his overcoat. His workbag lay open at his feet, revealing a wooden box about two feet long, painted with Egyptian images.

โ€œWhatโ€™s he holding?โ€ Sadie whispered to me. โ€œIs that a boomerang?โ€

Sure enough, when Dad raised his hand, he was brandishing a curved white stick. It did look like a boomerang. But instead of throwing the stick, he touched it to the Rosetta Stone. Sadie caught her breath. Dad was writing on the stone. Wherever the boomerang made contact, glowing blue lines appeared on the granite. Hieroglyphs.

It made no sense. How could he write glowing words with a stick? But the image was bright and clear: ramโ€™s horns above a box and an X.

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โ€œOpen,โ€ Sadie murmured. I stared at her, because it sounded like she had just translated the word, but that was impossible. Iโ€™d been hanging around Dad for years, and even I could read only a few hieroglyphs. They are seriously hard to learn.

Dad raised his arms. He chanted: โ€œWo-seer, i-ei.โ€ And two more hieroglyphic symbols burned blue against the surface of the Rosetta Stone.

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As stunned as I was, I recognized the first symbol. It was the name of the Egyptian god of the dead.

โ€œWo-seer,โ€ I whispered. Iโ€™d never heard it pronounced that way, but I knew what it meant. โ€œOsiris.โ€

โ€œOsiris, come,โ€ Sadie said, as if in a trance. Then her eyes widened. โ€œNo!โ€ she shouted. โ€œDad, no!โ€

Our father turned in surprise. He started to say, โ€œChildrenโ€”โ€ but it was too late. The ground rumbled. The blue light turned to searing white, and the Rosetta Stone exploded.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was laughterโ€” horrible, gleeful laughter mixed with the blare of the museumโ€™s security alarms.

I felt like Iโ€™d just been run over by a tractor. I sat up, dazed, and spit a piece of Rosetta Stone out of my mouth. The gallery was in ruins. Waves of fire rippled in pools along the floor. Giant statues had toppled. Sarcophagi had been knocked off their pedestals. Pieces of the Rosetta Stone had exploded outward with such force that theyโ€™d embedded themselves in the columns, the walls, the other exhibits.

Sadie was passed out next to me, but she looked unharmed. I shook her shoulder, and she grunted. โ€œUgh.โ€

In front of us, where the Rosetta Stone had been, stood a smoking, sheared-off pedestal. The floor was blackened in a starburst pattern, except for the glowing blue circle around our father.

He was facing our direction, but he didnโ€™t seem to be looking at us. A bloody cut ran across his scalp. He gripped the boomerang tightly.

I didnโ€™t understand what he was looking at. Then the horrible laughter echoed around the room again, and I realized it was coming from right in front of me.

Something stood between our father and us. At first, I could barely make it outโ€”just a flicker of heat. But as I concentrated, it took on a vague formโ€” the fiery outline of a man.

He was taller than Dad, and his laugh cut through me like a chainsaw. โ€œWell done,โ€ he said to my father. โ€œVery well done, Julius.โ€

โ€œYou were not summoned!โ€ My fatherโ€™s voice trembled. He held up the boomerang, but the fiery man flicked one finger, and the stick flew from Dadโ€™s hand, shattering against the wall.

โ€œI am never summoned, Julius,โ€ the man purred. โ€œBut when you open a door, you must be prepared for guests to walk through.โ€

โ€œBack to the Duat!โ€ my father roared. โ€œI have the power of the Great King!โ€

โ€œOh, scary,โ€ the fiery man said with amusement. โ€œAnd even if you knew how to use that power, which you do not, he was never my match. I am the strongest. Now you will share his fate.โ€

I couldnโ€™t make sense of anything, but I knew that I had to help my dad. I tried to pick up the nearest chunk of stone, but I was so terrified my fingers felt frozen and numb. My hands were useless.

Dad shot me a silent look of warning: Get out. I realized he was intentionally keeping the fiery manโ€™s back to us, hoping Sadie and I would escape unnoticed.

Sadie was still groggy. I managed to drag her behind a column, into the shadows. When she started to protest, I clamped my hand over her mouth. That woke her up. She saw what was happening and stopped fighting.

Alarms blared. Fire circled around the doorways of the gallery. The guards had to be on their way, but I wasnโ€™t sure if that was a good thing for us.

Dad crouched to the floor, keeping his eyes on his enemy, and opened his painted wooden box. He brought out a small rod like a ruler. He muttered something under his breath and the rod elongated into a wooden staff as tall as he was.

Sadie made a squeaking sound. I couldnโ€™t believe my eyes either, but things only got weirder.

Dad threw his staff at the fiery manโ€™s feet, and it changed into an enormous serpentโ€”ten feet long and as big around as I wasโ€”with coppery scales and glowing red eyes. It lunged at the fiery man, who effortlessly grabbed the serpent by its neck. The manโ€™s hand burst into white-hot flames, and the snake burned to ashes.

โ€œAn old trick, Julius,โ€ the fiery man chided.

My dad glanced at us, silently urging us again to run. Part of me refused to believe any of this was real. Maybe I was unconscious, having a nightmare. Next to me, Sadie picked up a chunk of stone.

โ€œHow many?โ€ my dad asked quickly, trying to keep the fiery manโ€™s attention. โ€œHow many did I release?โ€

โ€œWhy, all five,โ€ the man said, as if explaining something to a child. โ€œYou should know weโ€™re a package deal, Julius. Soon Iโ€™ll release even more, and theyโ€™ll be very grateful. I shall be named king again.โ€

โ€œThe Demon Days,โ€ my father said. โ€œTheyโ€™ll stop you before itโ€™s too late.โ€

The fiery man laughed. โ€œYou think the House can stop me? Those old fools canโ€™t even stop arguing among themselves. Now let the story be told anew. And this time you shall never rise!โ€

The fiery man waved his hand. The blue circle at Dadโ€™s feet went dark.

Dad grabbed for his toolbox, but it skittered across the floor.

โ€œGood-bye, Osiris,โ€ the fiery man said. With another flick of his hand, he conjured a glowing coffin around our dad. At first it was transparent, but as our father struggled and pounded on its sides, the coffin became more and more solidโ€”a golden Egyptian sarcophagus inlaid with jewels. My dad caught my eyes one last time, and mouthed the word Run! before the coffin sank into the floor, as if the ground had turned to water.

โ€œDad!โ€ I screamed.

Sadie threw her stone, but it sailed harmlessly through the fiery manโ€™s head.

He turned, and for one terrible moment, his face appeared in the flames. What I saw made no sense. It was as if someone had superimposed two different faces on top of each otherโ€”one almost human, with pale skin, cruel, angular features, and glowing red eyes, the other like an animal with dark fur and sharp fangs. Worse than a dog or a wolf or a lionโ€”some animal Iโ€™d never seen before. Those red eyes stared at me, and I knew I was going to die.

Behind me, heavy footsteps echoed on the marble floor of the Great Court. Voices were barking orders. The security guards, maybe the policeโ€” but theyโ€™d never get here in time.

The fiery man lunged at us. A few inches from my face, something shoved him backward. The air sparked with electricity. The amulet around my neck grew uncomfortably hot.

The fiery man hissed, regarding me more carefully. โ€œSo…itโ€™s you.โ€

The building shook again. At the opposite end of the room, part of the wall exploded in a brilliant flash of light. Two people stepped through the gap

โ€”the man and the girl weโ€™d seen at the Needle, their robes swirling around them. Both of them held staffs.

The fiery man snarled. He looked at me one last time and said, โ€œSoon, boy.โ€

Then the entire room erupted in flames. A blast of heat sucked all the air of out my lungs and I crumpled to the floor.

The last thing I remember, the man with the forked beard and the girl in blue were standing over me. I heard the security guards running and shouting, getting closer. The girl crouched over me and drew a long curved knife from her belt.

โ€œWe must act quickly,โ€ she told the man.

โ€œNot yet,โ€ he said with some reluctance. His thick accent sounded French. โ€œWe must be sure before we destroy them.โ€

I closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.

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