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Chapter no 10 – Bast Goes Green

The Red Pyramid

[Sadie, stop it! Yeah, Iโ€™m getting to that part.] Sorry, she keeps trying to distract me by setting fire to myโ€”never mind. Where was I?

We barreled off the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan and headed north on Clinton Street.

โ€œTheyโ€™re still following,โ€ Sadie warned.

Sure enough, the carriers were only a block behind us, weaving around cars and trampling over sidewalk displays of tourist junk.

โ€œWeโ€™ll buy some time.โ€ Bast growled deep in her throatโ€”a sound so low and powerful it made my teeth buzz. She yanked the wheel and swerved right onto East Houston.

I looked back. Just as the carriers turned the corner, a horde of cats materialized all around them. Some jumped from windows. Some ran from the sidewalks and alleys. Some crawled from the storm drains. All of them converged on the carriers in a wave of fur and clawsโ€”climbing up their copper legs, scratching their backs, clinging to their faces, and weighing down the sedan box. The carriers stumbled, dropping the box. They began blindly swatting at the cats. Two cars swerved to avoid the animals and collided, blocking the entire street, and the carriers went down under the mass of angry felines. We turned onto the FDR Drive, and the scene disappeared from view.

โ€œNice,โ€ I admitted.

โ€œIt wonโ€™t hold them long,โ€ Bast said. โ€œNowโ€”Central Park!โ€

Bast ditched the Lexus at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

โ€œWeโ€™ll run from here,โ€ she said. โ€œItโ€™s just behind the museum.โ€

When she said run, she meant it. Sadie and I had to sprint to keep up, and Bast wasnโ€™t even breaking a sweat. She didnโ€™t stop for little things like hot dog stands or parked cars. Anything under ten feet tall she leaped over with ease, leaving us to scramble around the obstacles as best we could.

We ran into the park on the East Drive. As soon as we turned north, the obelisk loomed above us. A little over seventy feet tall, it looked like an exact copy of the needle in London. It was tucked away on a grassy hill, so it actually felt isolated, which is hard to achieve in the center of New York.

There was no one around except a couple of joggers farther down the path. I could hear the traffic behind us on Fifth Avenue, but even that seemed far away.

We stopped at the obeliskโ€™s base. Bast sniffed the air as if smelling for trouble. Once I was standing still, I realized just how cold I was. The sun was directly overhead, but the wind ripped right through my borrowed linen clothes.

โ€œI wish Iโ€™d grabbed something warmer,โ€ I muttered. โ€œA wool coat would be nice.โ€

โ€œNo, it wouldnโ€™t,โ€ Bast said, scanning the horizon. โ€œYouโ€™re dressed for magic.โ€

Sadie shivered. โ€œWe have to freeze to be magical?โ€

โ€œMagicians avoid animal products,โ€ Bast said absently. โ€œFur, leather, wool, any of that. The residual life aura can interfere with spells.โ€

โ€œMy boots seem all right,โ€ Sadie noted.

โ€œLeather,โ€ Bast said with distaste. โ€œYou may have a higher tolerance, so a bit of leather wonโ€™t bother your magic. I donโ€™t know. But linen clothing is always best, or cottonโ€”plant material. At any rate, Sadie, I think weโ€™re clear for the moment. Thereโ€™s a window of auspicious time starting right now, at eleven thirty, but it wonโ€™t last long. Get started.โ€

Sadie blinked. โ€œMe? Why me? Youโ€™re the goddess!โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not good at portals,โ€ Bast said. โ€œCats are protectors. Just control your emotions. Panic or fear will kill a spell. We have to get out of here before Set summons the other gods to his cause.โ€

I frowned. โ€œYou mean Setโ€™s got, like, other evil gods on speed dial?โ€

Bast glanced nervously toward the trees. โ€œEvil and good may not be the best way to think of it, Carter. As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe. Set is all about chaos.โ€

โ€œBut what about the other gods Dad released?โ€ I persisted. โ€œArenโ€™t they good guys? Isis, Osiris, Horus, Nephthysโ€”where are they?โ€

Bast fixed her eyes on me. โ€œThatโ€™s a good question, Carter.โ€

A Siamese cat broke through the bushes and ran up to Bast. They looked at each other for a moment. Then the Siamese dashed away.

โ€œThe carriers are close,โ€ Bast announced. โ€œAnd something else…something much stronger, closing in from the east. I think the carriersโ€™ master has grown impatient.โ€

My heart did a flip. โ€œSet is coming?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ Bast said. โ€œPerhaps a minion. Or an ally. My cats are having trouble describing what theyโ€™re seeing, and I donโ€™t want to find out. Sadie, now is the time. Just concentrate on opening a gateway to the Duat. Iโ€™ll keep off the attackers. Combat magic is my specialty.โ€

โ€œLike what you did in the mansion?โ€ I asked.

Bast showed her pointed teeth. โ€œNo, that was just combat.โ€

The woods rustled, and the carriers emerged. Their sedan chairโ€™s shroud had been shredded by cat claws. The carriers themselves were scratched and dented. One walked with a limp, his leg bent backward at the knee. Another had a car fender wrapped around his neck.

The four metal men carefully set down their sedan chair. They looked at us and drew golden metal clubs from their belts.

โ€œSadie, get to work,โ€ Bast ordered. โ€œCarter, youโ€™re welcome to help me.โ€ The cat goddess unsheathed her knives. Her body began to glow with a green hue. An aura surrounded her, growing larger, like a bubble of energy, and lifting her off the ground. The aura took shape until Bast was encased in a holographic projection about four times her normal size. It was an image of the goddess in her ancient formโ€”a twenty-foot-tall woman with the head of a cat. Floating in midair in the center of the hologram, Bast stepped forward. The giant cat goddess moved with her. It didnโ€™t seem possible that a see- through image could have substance, but its foot shook the ground. Bast raised her hand. The glowing green warrior did the same, unsheathing claws as long and sharp as rapiers. Bast swiped the sidewalk in front of her and shredded the pavement to concrete ribbons. She turned and smiled at me. The giant catโ€™s head did likewise, baring horrible fangs that couldโ€™ve bitten me in

half.

โ€œThis,โ€ Bast said, โ€œis combat magic.โ€

At first I was too stunned to do anything but watch as Bast launched her green war machine into the middle of the carriers.

She slashed one carrier to pieces with a single swipe, then stepped on another and flattened him into a metal pancake. The other two carriers attacked her holographic legs, but their metal clubs bounced harmlessly off the ghostly light with showers of sparks.

Meanwhile Sadie stood in front of the obelisk with her arms raised, shouting: โ€œOpen, you stupid piece of rock!โ€

Finally I drew my sword. My hands were shaking. I didnโ€™t want to charge into battle, but I felt like I should help. And if I had to fight, I figured having a twenty-foot-tall glowing cat warrior on my side was the way to do it. โ€œSadie, Iโ€”Iโ€™m going to help Bast. Keep trying!โ€

โ€œI am!โ€

I ran forward just as Bast sliced the other two carriers apart like loaves of bread. With relief, I thought: Well, thatโ€™s it.

Then all four carriers began to re-form. The flat one peeled himself off the pavement. The sliced onesโ€™ pieces clicked together like magnets, and the carriers stood up good as new.

โ€œCarter, help me hack them apart!โ€ Bast called. โ€œThey need to be in

smaller pieces!โ€

I tried to stay out of Bastโ€™s way as she sliced and stomped. Then as soon as she disabled a carrier, I went to work chopping its remains into smaller pieces. They seemed more like Play-Doh than metal, because my blade mashed them up pretty easily.

Another few minutes and I was surrounded by piles of coppery rubble.

Bast made a glowing fist and smashed the sedan into kindling. โ€œThat wasnโ€™t so hard,โ€ I said. โ€œWhat were we running for?โ€

Inside her glowing shell, Bastโ€™s face was coated with sweat. It hadnโ€™t occurred to me that a goddess could get tired, but her magic avatar mustโ€™ve taken a lot of effort.

โ€œWeโ€™re not safe yet,โ€ she warned. โ€œSadie, howโ€™s it coming?โ€ โ€œItโ€™s not,โ€ Sadie complained. โ€œIsnโ€™t there another way?โ€

Before Bast could answer, the bushes rustled with a new soundโ€”like rain, except more slithery.

A chill ran up my back. โ€œWhat…what is that?โ€ โ€œNo,โ€ Bast murmured. โ€œIt canโ€™t be. Not her.โ€

Then the bushes exploded. A thousand brown creepy-crawlies poured from the woods in a carpet of grossnessโ€”all pincers and stinging tails.

I wanted to yell, โ€œScorpions!โ€ But my voice wouldnโ€™t work. My legs started trembling. I hate scorpions. Theyโ€™re everywhere in Egypt. Many times Iโ€™d found them in my hotel bed or shower. Once Iโ€™d even found one in my sock.

โ€œSadie!โ€ Bast called urgently. โ€œNothing!โ€ Sadie moaned.

The scorpions kept comingโ€”thousands upon thousands. Out of the woods a woman appeared, walking fearlessly through the middle of the arachnids. She wore brown robes with gold jewelry glinting around her neck and arms. Her long black hair was cut Ancient Egyptianโ€“style with a strange crown on top. Then I realized it wasnโ€™t a crownโ€”she had a live, supersize scorpion nesting on her head. Millions of the little nasties swirled around her like she was the center of their storm.

โ€œSerqet,โ€ Bast growled.

โ€œThe scorpion goddess,โ€ I guessed. Maybe that shouldโ€™ve terrified me, but I was already pretty much at my maximum. โ€œCan you take her?โ€

Bastโ€™s expression didnโ€™t reassure me.

โ€œCarter, Sadie,โ€ she said, โ€œthis is going to get ugly. Get to the museum.

Find the temple. It may protect you.โ€ โ€œWhat temple?โ€ I asked.

โ€œAnd what about you?โ€ Sadie added.

โ€œIโ€™ll be fine. Iโ€™ll catch up.โ€ But when Bast looked at me, I could tell she wasnโ€™t sure. She was just buying us time.

โ€œGo!โ€ she ordered. She turned her giant green cat warrior to face the mass of scorpions.

Embarrassing truth? In the face of those scorpions, I didnโ€™t even pretend to be brave. I grabbed Sadieโ€™s arm and we ran.

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