“Just Bes,” he grunted. “One s. And no, it’s NOT a girl’s name. Call me Bessie, and I’ll have to kill you. As for being short, I’m the dwarf god, so what do you expect? Oh, there’s bottled water for you back there if you’re thirsty.”
I looked down. Rolling about at my feet were two partially empty bottles of water. One had lipstick on the cap. The other looked as if it had been chewed on.
“Not thirsty,” I decided.
Liz and Emma murmured agreement. I was surprised they weren’t absolutely catatonic after the evening’s events, but then again, they were my mates. I didn’t hang out with weak-willed girls, did I? Even before I discovered magic, it took a strong constitution and a fair amount of adaptability to be my friend. [And no comment from you, Carter.]
Police vehicles were blocking Waterloo Bridge, but Bes swerved around them, jumped the pavement, and kept driving. The police didn’t even blink.
“Are we invisible?” I asked.
“To most mortals.” Bes belched. “They’re pretty dense, aren’t they? Present company excepted, et cetera.”
“You’re really a god?” Liz asked.
“Huge,” Bes said. “I’m huge in the world of gods.”
“A huge god of dwarves,” Emma marveled. “You mean as in Snow White, or—”
“All dwarves.” Bes waved his hands expansively, which made me a bit nervous as he took both of them off the wheel. “Egyptians were smart. They honored people who were born unusual. Dwarves were considered extremely magical. So yeah, I’m the god of dwarves.”
Liz cleared her throat. “Isn’t there a more polite term we’re supposed to use nowadays? Like…little person, or vertically challenged, or—”
“I’m not going to call myself the god of vertically challenged people,” Bes grumbled. “I’m a dwarf! Now, here we are, just in time.”
He spun the car to a stop in the middle of the bridge. Looking behind us, I almost lost the contents of my stomach. A winged black shape was circling over the riverbank. At the end of the bridge, Babi was taking care of the barricade in his own fashion. He was throwing police cars into the River Thames while the officers scattered and fired their weapons, though the bullets seemed to have no effect on the baboon god’s steely fur.
“Why are we stopping?” Emma asked.
Bes stood on his seat and stretched, which he could do quite easily. “It’s a river,” he said. “Good place to fight gods, if I do say so myself. All that force of nature flowing underneath our feet makes it hard to stay anchored in the mortal world.”
Looking at him more closely, I could see what he meant. His face was shimmering like a mirage.
A lump formed in my throat. This was the moment of truth. I felt sick from the potion and from fear. I wasn’t at all sure I had enough magic to combat those two gods. But I had no choice.
“Liz, Emma,” I said. “We’re getting out.”
“Getting…out?” Liz whimpered.
Emma swallowed. “Are you sure—”
“I know you’re scared,” I said, “but you’ll need to do exactly as I say.”
They nodded hesitantly and opened the car doors. The poor things. Again I wished I’d left them behind; but honestly, after seeing my grandparents possessed, I couldn’t stand the idea of letting my friends out of my sight.
Bes stifled a yawn. “Need my help?”
“Um…”
Babi was lumbering toward us. Nekhbet circled over him, shrieking orders. If the river was affecting them at all, they didn’t show it.
I didn’t see how a dwarf god could stand against those two, but I said, “Yes. I need help.”
“Right.” Bes cracked his knuckles. “So get out.”
“What?”
“I can’t change clothes with you in the car, can I? I have to put on my ugly outfit.”