“Hang on.” I had so many questions I could hardly think where to start. “What is the House of Life? Why is Thoth the only god allowed here, and why are you—”
“Carter, I understand how you feel.” Amos smiled sympathetically. “But these things are better discussed in daylight. You need to get some sleep, and I don’t want you to have nightmares.”
“You think I can sleep?”
“Mrow.” Muffin stretched in Sadie’s arms and let loose a huge yawn.
Amos clapped his hands. “Khufu!”
I thought he’d sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.
The baboon did a flip and landed in front of us. He showed off his fangs and made a sound that was half roar, half belch. His breath smelled like nacho-flavored Doritos.
All I could think to say was, “The Lakers are my home team!”
The baboon slapped his head with both hands and belched again.
“Oh, Khufu likes you,” Amos said. “You’ll get along famously.”
“Right.” Sadie looked dazed. “You’ve got a monkey butler. Why not?”
Muffin purred in Sadie’s arms as if the baboon didn’t bother her at all.
“Agh!” Khufu grunted at me.
Amos chuckled. “He wants to go one-on-one with you, Carter. To, ah, see your game.”
I shifted from foot to foot. “Um, yeah. Sure. Maybe tomorrow. But how can you understand—”
“Carter, I’m afraid you’ll have a lot to get used to,” Amos said. “But if you’re going to survive and save your father, you have to get some rest.”
“Sorry,” Sadie said, “did you say ‘survive and save our father’? Could you expand on that?”
“Tomorrow,” Amos said. “We’ll begin your orientation in the morning. Khufu, show them to their rooms, please.”
“Agh-uhh!” the baboon grunted. He turned and waddled up the stairs. Unfortunately, the Lakers jersey didn’t completely cover his multicolored rear.
We were about to follow when Amos said, “Carter, the workbag, please. It’s best if I lock it in the library.”
I hesitated. I’d almost forgotten the bag on my shoulder, but it was all I had left of my father. I didn’t even have our luggage because it was still locked up at the British Museum. Honestly, I’d been surprised that the police hadn’t taken the workbag too, but none of them seemed to notice it.
“You’ll get it back,” Amos promised. “When the time is right.”
He asked nicely enough, but something in his eyes told me that I really didn’t have a choice.
I handed over the bag. Amos took it gingerly, as if it were full of explosives.
“See you in the morning.” He turned and strode toward the chained-up doors. They unlatched themselves and opened just enough for Amos to slip through without showing us anything on the other side. Then the chains locked again behind him.
I looked at Sadie, unsure what to do. Staying by ourselves in the Great Room with the creepy statue of Thoth didn’t seem like much fun, so we followed Khufu up the stairs.
Sadie and I got adjoining rooms on the third floor, and I’ve got to admit, they were way cooler than any place I’d ever stayed before.
I had my own kitchenette, fully stocked with my favorite snacks: ginger ale—[No, Sadie. It’s not an old person’s soda! Be quiet!]—Twix, and Skittles. It seemed impossible. How did Amos know what I liked? The TV, computer, and stereo system were totally high-tech. The bathroom was stocked with my regular brand of toothpaste, deodorant, everything. The king-size bed was awesome, too, though the pillow was a little strange. Instead of a cloth pillow, it was an ivory headrest like I’d seen in Egyptian tombs. It was decorated with lions and (of course) more hieroglyphs.
The room even had a deck that looked out on New York Harbor, with views of Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty in the distance, but the sliding glass doors were locked shut somehow. That was my first indication that something was wrong.
I turned to look for Khufu, but he was gone. The door to my room was shut. I tried to open it, but it was locked.