THE SARCOPHAGUS was made of water.
It was an oversize human figure with rounded feet, wide shoulders, and a larger-than-life smiling face, like other Egyptian coffins I'd seen; but the whole thing was sculpted from pure glowing liquid. It sat on a stone dais in the middle of a square chamber. Egyptian art decorated the walls, but I didn't pay too much attention to that.
Inside the sarcophagus, Zia Rashid floated in white robes. Her arms were crossed over her chest. In her hands she gripped a shepherd's crook and a war flail, the symbols of a pharaoh. Her staff and wand floated at her side. Her short black hair drifted around her face, which was just as beautiful as I remembered. If you've ever seen the famous sculpture of Queen Nefertiti, Zia reminded me of her, with the raised eyebrows, high cheekbones, graceful nose, and perfect red lips.
[Sadie says I'm overdoing it with the description, but it's true. There's a reason Nefertiti was called the most beautiful woman in the world.]
As I approached the sarcophagus, the water began to shimmer. A current rippled down the sides, tracing the same symbol over and over:
Bes made a rumbling sound in his throat. "You didn't tell me she was a godling."
I hadn't thought to mention it, but of course that's why Iskandar had hidden Zia away. When our dad unleashed the gods at the British Museum, one of them-the river goddess Nephthys-had chosen Zia for a host.
"That's the symbol of Nephthys?" I guessed.
Bes nodded. "Didn't you say this girl was a fire elementalist?"
"Yeah."
"Hmph. Not a good combination. No wonder the Chief Lector put her in suspended animation. A fire magician hosting a water goddess-that could kill her, unless...huh, that's pretty clever."
"What?"
"The combination of water over fire could also mask Zia's powers. If Iskandar was trying to hide her from Apophis..." His eyes widened. "Holy Mother Nut. Is that the crook and flail?"
"Yeah, I think." I wasn't sure why he acted so shocked. "Didn't a lot of important people get buried with those?"
Bes gave me an incredulous look. "You don't understand, kid. Those are the original crook and flail, the royal instruments of Ra."
Suddenly I felt like I'd swallowed a marble. I don't think I could've been more surprised if Bes had said By the way, you're leaning against a hydrogen bomb. The crook and flail of Ra were the most powerful symbols of the most powerful Egyptian god. Yet in Zia's hands they didn't appear to be anything special. The crook looked like an oversize gold and blue candy cane. The flail was a wooden rod with three spiked chains at the end. They didn't glow or say PROPERTY OF RA.
"Why would they be here?" I asked.
"Dunno," Bes said, "but that's them. Last I heard they were locked in the First Nome's vaults. Only the Chief Lector had access. I guess Iskandar buried them with your friend here."
"To protect her?"
Bes shrugged, clearly baffled. "That'd be like wiring your home security system to a nuclear missile. Complete overkill. No wonder Apophis hasn't been able to attack her. That's some serious protection against Chaos."
"What happens if I wake her?"
"The spells shielding her will be broken. That could be why Apophis led you here. Once Zia's out of that sarcophagus, she's an easier target. As to why Apophis would want her dead, or why Iskandar would go to such trouble to guard her-your guess is as good as mine."
