your tongue. I meant a gateway to get you out of here.” I felt completely lost, but I was getting used to that. We followed Zia up the steps and through the temple’s stone gateway. The courtyard was empty, abandoned by the fleeing museum visitors, which made it feel quite creepy. Giant carvings of gods stared down at me. Hieroglyphic inscriptions were everywhere, and I was afraid that if I concentrated too hard, I might be able to read them. Zia stopped at the front steps of the temple. She held up her wand and wrote in the air. A familiar hieroglyph burned between the columns.
Open—the same symbol Dad had used at the Rosetta Stone. I waited for something to blow up, but the hieroglyph simply faded. Zia opened her backpack. “We’ll make our stand here until the gate can be opened.” “Why not just open it now?” Carter asked. “Portals can only appear at auspicious moments,” Zia said. “Sunrise, sunset, midnight, eclipses, astrological alignments, the exact time of a god’s birth—” “Oh, come on,” I said. “How can you possibly know all that?” “It takes years to memorize the complete calendar,” Zia said. “But the next auspicious moment is easy: high noon. Ten and a half minutes from now.” She didn’t check a watch. I wondered how she knew the time so precisely, but I decided it wasn’t the most important question. “Why should we trust you?” I asked. “As I recall, at the British Museum, you wanted to gut us with a knife.” “That would’ve been simpler.” Zia sighed. “Unfortunately, my superiors think you might be innocents. So for now, I can’t kill you. But I also can’t allow you to fall into the hands of the Red Lord. And so...you can trust me.” “Well, I’m convinced,” I said. “I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” Zia reached in her bag and took out four little statues—animal-headed men, each about five centimeters tall. She handed them to me. “Put the Sons of Horus around us at the cardinal points.” “Excuse me?” “North, south, east, west.” She spoke slowly, as if I were an idiot. “I know compass directions! But—” “That’s north.” Zia pointed out the wall of glass. “Figure out the rest.”