The Red Pyramid (Kane Chronicles #1)(69)

“It’s all right.” I crouched down, careful to move slowly. “Sadie, don’t force it. You have to relax.”

“Ha!” She tucked in her wings. Her chest was heaving.

“Listen, it helped me to focus on Dad. Remember what’s important to you. Close your eyes and think about your human life.”

She closed her eyes, but almost instantly cried out in frustration and flapped her wings.

“Stop,” I said. “Don’t fly away!”

She tilted her head and gurgled in a pleading way. I started talking to her the way I would to a scared animal. I wasn’t really paying attention to the words. I was just trying to keep my tone calm. But after a minute I realized I was telling her about my travels with Dad, and the memories that had helped me get out of bird form. I told her about the time Dad and I got stuck in the Venice airport and I ate so many cannoli, I got sick. I told her about the time in Egypt when I found the scorpion in my sock, and Dad managed to kill it with a TV remote control. I told her how we’d gotten separated once in the London Underground and how scared I was until Dad finally found me. I told her some pretty embarrassing stories that I’d never shared with anyone, because who could I share them with? And it seemed to me that Sadie listened. At least she stopped flapping her wings. Her breathing slowed. She became very still, and her eyes didn’t look so panicked.

“Okay, Sadie,” I said at last. “I’ve got an idea. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

I took Dad’s magic box out of its leather bag. I wrapped the bag around my forearm and tied it with the straps as best I could. “Hop on.”

Sadie flew up and perched at my wrist. Even with my makeshift armguard, her sharp talons dug into my skin.

“We’ll get you out of this,” I said. “Keep trying. Relax, and focus on your human life. You’ll figure it out, Sadie. I know you will. I’ll carry you until then.”

“Ha.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s find Bast.”

With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A businessman with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened when he saw me. I must’ve looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other.

“How’s it going?” I said.

“I’ll take the stairs.” He hurried off.

The elevator took me to the ground level. Sadie and I crossed to the departures curb. I looked around desperately, hoping to see Bast, but instead I caught the attention of a curbside policeman. The guy frowned and started lumbering in my direction.

“Stay calm,” I told Sadie. Resisting the urge to run, I turned and walked through the revolving doors.

Here’s the thing—I always get a little edgy around police. I remember when I was like seven or eight and still a cute little kid, it wasn’t a problem; but as soon as I hit eleven, I started to get the Look, like What’s that kid doing here? Is he going to steal something? I mean it’s ridiculous, but it’s a fact. I’m not saying it happens with every police officer, but when it doesn’t happen—let’s just say it’s a pleasant surprise.

This was not one of the pleasant times. I knew the cop was going to follow me, and I knew I had to act calm and walk like I had a purpose...which is not easy with a kite on your arm.

Christmas vacation, so the airport was pretty full—mostly families standing in line at the ticket counters, kids arguing and parents labeling luggage. I wondered what that would be like: a normal family trip, no magic problems or monsters chasing you.

Stop it, I told myself. You’ve got work to do.

But I didn’t know where to go. Would Bast be inside security? Outside? The crowds parted as I walked through the terminal. People stared at Sadie. I knew I couldn’t wander around looking lost. It was only a matter of time before the cops—

“Young man.”

I turned. It was the police officer from outside. Sadie squawked, and the cop backed up, resting his hand on his nightstick.

“You can’t have pets in here,” he told me.

“I have tickets....” I tried to reach my pockets. Then I remembered that Bast had our tickets.

The cop scowled. “You’d better come with me.”

Suddenly a woman’s voice called: “There you are, Carter!”

Bast was hurrying over, pushing her way through the crowd. I’d never been happier to see an Egyptian god in my life.

Somehow she’d managed to change clothes. She wore a rose-colored pantsuit, lots of gold jewelry, and a cashmere coat, so she looked like a wealthy businesswoman. Ignoring the cop, she sized up my appearance and wrinkled her nose. “Carter, I told you not to wear those horrible falconry clothes. Honestly, you look like you’ve been sleeping in the wild!”

She took out a handkerchief and made a big production of wiping my face, while the policeman stared.

“Uh, ma’am,” he finally managed. “Is this your—”

“Nephew,” Bast lied. “I’m so sorry, officer. We’re heading to Memphis for a falconry competition. I hope he hasn’t caused any problems. We’re going to miss our flight!”

“Um, the falcon can’t fly...”

Bast giggled. “Well, of course it can fly, officer. It’s a bird!”