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

when you said grave robbers might have stolen it. Ha! That would be a trick.”
    I tried to wrap my mind around this idea. “But…I’ve heard Dad lecture on, like, every possible Egyptian artifact. I never once heard him mention a shadow box.”
    “As I told you,” Bast said, “not many have survived. Usually the shadow box was buried far away from the rest of the soul. Tut was quite silly to have it placed in his tomb. Perhaps one of the priests put it there against his orders, out of spite.”
    I was totally lost now. To my surprise, Sadie was nodding enthusiastically.
    “That must’ve been what Anubis meant,” she said. “ Pay attention to what’s not there. When I looked into the Duat, I saw darkness inside the box. And Uncle Vinnie said it was a clue to defeating Apophis.”
    I made a “Time out” T with my hands. “Back up. Sadie, where did you see Anubis? And since when do we have an uncle named Vinnie?”
    She looked a little embarrassed, but she described her encounter with the face in the wall, then the visions she’d had of our mom and Isis and her godly almost-boyfriend Anubis. I knew my sister’s attention wandered a lot, but even I was impressed by how many mystical side trips she’d managed, just walking through a museum.
    “The face in the wall could’ve been a trick,” I said.
    “Possibly…but I don’t think so. The face said we would need his help, and we had only two days until something happened to him. He told me this box would show us what we needed. Anubis hinted I was on the right track, saving this cabinet. And Mum…” Sadie faltered. “Mum said this was the only way we’d ever see her again. Something is happening to the spirits of the dead.”
    Suddenly I felt like I was back in the Duat, wrapped in freezing fog. I stared at the box, but I still didn’t see anything. “How do shadows tie in to Apophis and spirits of the dead?”
    I looked at Bast. She dug her fingernails into the table, using it like a scratching post, the way she does when she’s tense. We go through a lot of tables.
    “Bast?” Sadie asked gently.
    “Apophis and shadows,” Bast mused. “I’d never considered…” She shook her head. “These are really questions you should ask Thoth. He’s much more knowledgeable than I.”
    A memory surfaced. My dad had given a lecture at a university somewhere…Munich, maybe? The students had asked him about the Egyptian concept of the soul, which had multiple parts, and my dad mentioned something about shadows.
    Like one hand with five fingers , he’d said. One soul with five parts.
    I held up my own fingers, trying to remember. “Five parts of the soul…what are they?”
    Bast stayed silent. She looked pretty uncomfortable.
    “Carter?” Sadie asked. “What does that have to do—?”
    “Just humor me,” I said. “The first part is the ba , right? Our personality.”
    “Chicken form,” Sadie said.
    Trust Sadie to nickname part of your soul after poultry, but I knew what she meant. The ba could leave the body when we dreamed, or it could come back to the earth as a ghost after we died. When it did, it appeared as a large glowing bird with a human head.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Chicken form. Then there’s the ka , the life force that leaves the body when it dies. Then there’s the ib , the heart—”
    “The record of good and bad deeds,” Sadie agreed. “That’s the bit they weigh on the scales of justice in the afterlife.”
    “And fourth…” I hesitated.
    “The ren ,” Sadie supplied. “Your secret name.”
    I was too embarrassed to look at her. Last spring she’d saved my life by speaking my secret name, which had basically given her access to my most private thoughts and darkest emotions. Since then she’d been pretty cool about it, but still…that’s not the kind of leverage you want to give your little sister.
    The ren was also the part of the soul that our friend Bes had given up for us in our gambling match six months ago