The Serpent's Shadow (The Kane Chronicles, Book Three) by Rick Riordan

staff from the Duat—successfully this time.
    The boy raised his hands in surrender.
    “Nyet!” he pleaded. Then, in halting English, he said: “Sadie Kane. We…need…to talk.”

S A D I E

6. Amos Plays with Action Figures
    H IS NAME WAS L EONID , and we agreed not to kill each other.
    We sat on the steps of the gazebo and talked while the students and teachers struggled to wake up around us.
    Leonid’s English was not good. My Russian was nonexistent, but I understood enough of his story to be alarmed. He’d escaped the Russian nome and somehow convinced Shu to whisk him here to find me. Leonid remembered me from our invasion of the Hermitage. Apparently I’d made a strong impression on the young man. No surprise. I am rather memorable.
    [Oh, stop laughing, Carter.]
    Using words, hand gestures, and sound effects, Leonid tried to explain what had happened in St. Petersburg since the death of Vlad Menshikov. I couldn’t follow it all, but this much I understood: Kwai, Jacobi, Apophis, First Nome, many deaths, soon, very soon.
    Teachers began corralling students and calling parents. Apparently they feared the mass blackout might have been caused by bad punch or hazardous gas (Drew’s perfume, perhaps) and they’d decided to evacuate the area. I suspected we’d have police and paramedics on the scene shortly. I wanted to be gone before then.
    I dragged Leonid over to meet my brother, who was stumbling around, rubbing his eyes.
    “What happened?” Carter asked. He scowled at Leonid. “Who—?”
    I gave him the one-minute version: Anubis’s visit, Shu’s intervention, the Russian’s appearance. “Leonid has information about an impending attack on the First Nome,” I said. “The rebels will be after him.”
    Carter scratched his head. “You want to hide him at Brooklyn House?”
    “No,” I said. “I’ve got to take him to Amos straightaway.”
    Leonid choked. “Amos? He turn into Set—eat face?”
    “Amos will not eat your face,” I assured him. “Jacobi’s been telling you stories.”
    Leonid still looked uneasy. “Amos not become Set?”
    How to explain without making it sound worse? I didn’t know the correct Russian for: He was possessed by Set but it wasn’t his fault, and he’s much better now.
    “No Set,” I said. “Good Amos.”
    Carter studied the Russian. He looked at me with concern. “Sadie, what if this is a trap? You trust this guy?”
    “Oh, I can handle Leonid. He doesn’t want me to morph him into a banana slug, do you, Leonid?”
    “Nyet,” Leonid said solemnly. “No banana slug.”
    “There, you see?”
    “What about visiting Thoth?” Carter asked. “That can’t wait.”
    I saw the worry in his eyes. I imagined he was thinking the same thing I was: our mum was in trouble. The spirits of the dead were disappearing, and it had something to do with the shadow of Apophis. We had to find the connection.
    “You visit Thoth,” I said. “Take Walt. And, uh, keep an eye on him, all right? Anubis wanted to tell me something about him, but there wasn’t time. And in Dallas, when I looked at Walt in the Duat…”
    I couldn’t make myself finish. Just thinking about Walt wrapped in mummy linen brought tears to my eyes.
    Fortunately, Carter seemed to get the general idea. “I’ll keep him safe,” he promised. “How will you get to Egypt?”
    I pondered that. Leonid had apparently flown here via Shu Airways, but I doubted that fussy aviator god would be willing to help me, and I didn’t want to ask.
    “We’ll risk a portal,” I said. “I know they’ve been a bit wonky, but it’s just one quick jump. What could go wrong?”
    “You could materialize inside a wall,” Carter said. “Or wind up scattered through the Duat in a million pieces.”
    “Why, Carter, you care! But really, we’ll be fine. And we haven’t got much choice.”
    I gave him a quick hug—I know, horribly sentimental, but I wanted to show solidarity. Then, before I could change my mind,