“It’s not working,” Bes muttered.
I began to panic. There were only two lines left. I could feel the power of the spell backing up, beginning to overheat my body. I was still smoking, and I didn’t like the smell of flame-broiled Sadie. I had to awaken Ra or I’d burn alive.
The god’s mouth…Of course.
I set the scroll on Ra’s bed and did my best to hold it open with one hand. “‘I sing the praises of the sun god.’”
I stretched out my free hand to Carter and snapped my fingers.
Thank goodness, Carter understood.
He rummaged through my bag and passed me the obsidian netjeri blade from Anubis. If ever there was a moment for Opening the Mouth, this was it.
I touched the knife to the old man’s lips and spoke the last line of the spell: “‘Awake, my king, with the new day.’”
The old man gasped. Smoke spiraled into his mouth like he’d become a vacuum cleaner, and the magic of the spell funneled into him. My temperature dropped to normal. I almost collapsed with relief.
Ra’s eyes fluttered open. With horrified fascination, I watched as blood began to flow through his veins again, slowly inflating him like a hot air balloon.
He turned toward me, his eyes unfocused and milky with cataracts. “Uh?”
“He still looks old,” Carter said nervously. “Isn’t he supposed to look young?”
Tawaret curtsied to the sun god (which you should not try at home if you are a pregnant hippo in heels) and felt Ra’s forehead. “He isn’t whole yet,” she said. “You’ll need to complete the night’s journey.”
“And the third part of the spell,” Carter guessed. “He’s got one more aspect, right? The scarab?”
Bes nodded, though he didn’t look terribly optimistic. “Khepri, the beetle. Maybe if we find the last part of his soul, he’ll be reborn properly.”
Ra broke into a toothless grin. “I like zebras!”
I was so tired, I wondered if I’d heard him correctly. “Sorry, did you say zebras?”
He beamed at us like a child who’d just discovered something wonderful. “Weasels are sick.”
“O-h-h-kay,” Carter said. “Maybe he needs these…”
Carter took the crook and flail from his belt. He offered them to Ra. The old god pulled the crook to his mouth and began gumming it like a pacifier.
I started to feel uneasy, and not just because of Ra’s condition. How much time had passed, and where was Vlad Menshikov?
“Let’s get him to the boat,” I said. “Bes, can you—”
“Yep. Excuse me, Lord Ra. I’ll have to carry you.” He scooped the sun god out of bed and we bolted from the room. Ra couldn’t have weighed very much, and Bes didn’t have any difficulty keeping up despite his short legs. We ran down the corridor, retracing our steps, as Ra warbled, “Wheeee! Wheeee! Wheeee!”
Perhaps he was having a good time, but I was mortified. We’d been through so much trouble, and this was the sort of god we’d woken? Carter looked as grim as I felt.
We raced past other decrepit gods, who all got quite excited. Some pointed and made gurgling noises. One old jackal-headed god rattled his IV pole and yelled, “Here comes the sun! There goes the sun!”
We burst into the lobby, and Ra said, “Uh-oh. Uh-oh on the floor.”
His head lolled. I thought he wanted to get down. Then I realized he was looking at something. On the floor next to my foot lay a glittering silver necklace: a familiar amulet shaped like a snake.
For someone who’d been smoking hot only a few minutes before, I suddenly felt terribly chilly. “Menshikov,” I said. “He was here.”
Carter drew his wand and scanned the room. “But where is he? Why would he just drop that and walk away?”
“He left it on purpose,” I guessed. “He wants to taunt us.”