Chronicles Of The Keeper - The Long Hot Summoning Part 60

She closed it. Opened it. Closed it again. "What are you doing here?" she demanded at last.

DARKNESS. CONDEMNED SOULS. I GET AROUND.

"Obviously."

I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T.

Claire snorted. Only a rookie would fall for that.

IT'S ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SISTER.

Her toes were at the edge of the shadow before she was even aware of moving. "You stay away from my sister!"

OH, I'M SO SCARED. MAKE ME.

About to reach into the possibilities, Osiris' voice snapped her back into reason. "You two know each other?"

"We've met." Walking carefully, deliberately, back to Lance's side, Claire turned on one bare heel and glared at the shadow. "Last couple of times it happened, I kicked metaphorical a.s.s."

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY, THIRD TIME LUCKY.

"Really? You know what else they say?" She folded the fingers of her right hand into an "L" and tapped it against her forehead. "Loser. Loser. Loser."

"Keeper!" The Lord of Judgment's voice had picked a tone somewhere between Darth Vader and her mother. "Stop taunting the Eater of the Dead."

"Sorry."

YOU WILL BE.

"And that's enough out of you as well." Osiris stepped down off the throne, his size changing from gigantic to merely tall. "Anubis, bring out the scales."

Claire didn't exactly catch where Anubis brought the scales out from. It appeared between one heartbeat and the next, the onyx center post exactly as tall as Osiris, the onyx arms, the same measure. Shallow golden bowls hung at the end of golden chains.

"Thou turnest thy face upon Amentet and thou makest the earth to s.h.i.+ne as with refined copper."

"Lance, what are you doing?"

He lifted his eyes from the small screen. "Sucking up!"

This had to be the most sensible thing he'd said since the beach. "Carry on."

"Those who have lain down, rise up to see thee, they breathe the air and they look upon girls, girls, girls. You wanna see girls? We got the best at www.ohmama.com. Wait a minute, that last bit's something else I downloaded!"

"I guessed."

"How'd it get into this file?"

"Shut up, Lance."

"But I have more!"

It was always hard to tell with anthropomorphic personifications of G.o.ds, but the expression on Osiris' face was making Claire just a little nervous. "No, really, Lance, shut up."

Maybe she'd finally reached the magic number. Maybe he was trying for a satellite uplink. Whatever the reason, he actually stopped talking.

"Bast. The feather."

Bast pulled a white feather from the air and laid it in one of the shallow bowls.

"This feather is from the Sacred Ibis." Osiris shot Bast a look as he spoke. Claire knew that look although the accompanying dialogue had gone. This feather is from Mrs. Griffon's canary! "Who will go first to judgment?"

"I will!"

When Osiris turned his dark gaze on her, Claire realized she must have made some small sound of protest. But did it really matter which of them went first? This wasn't something she could protect a Bystander from and, who knew, maybe enthusiasm would count for something. Still . . . "If he pa.s.ses and I don't, do I have your word you'll send him home? To his home," she added hastily. Rule whatever, be specific.

"You have my word," Osiris answered solemnly.

"Good enough."

Anubis beckoned Lance forward.

"This is amazing! I mean you can read about this sort of thing and study it, but to actually be a part of . . ."

The jackal-headed G.o.d's hand sank into Lance's chest and emerged clutching his beating heart.

". . . ow! You know, I thought this would be a little more metaphorical!"

Osiris shrugged. "I weigh your heart against a feather. Seems fairly straightforward to me. Anubis . . ."

Lance's heart landed in one of the shallow bowls with a moist thud as Osiris laid the feather in the other. The scales began to s.h.i.+ft.

"Wait a minute! That's my . . ." Pale blue eyes rolled up so only the whites showed.

Claire danced back as Lance hit the floor. "You know, up until now, he'd been taking this whole experience annoyingly well."

"He's not the first fainter we've had," Osiris said matter-of-factly as he watched the bowl holding Lance's heart begin to rise. "He'll be fine once he gets his heart back. I'm getting the impression he doesn't worry about much," he added as the feather continued to drop. "He treats his life as a series of grand adventures; this one merely a little more grand than usual. Besides, I can feel a place where his ka was brushed by a dark ka. As long as that shadow remains, he'll be . . ."

"Distracted?"

"Focused."

Well, that explained the Meryat obsession. "Does the shadow affect . . ." She waved a hand toward the scales . . .

. . . which had stilled with Lance's heart holding steady a good six inches above the feather.

"Not in the least. I judge this man to be maa kheru... He is free to go. Anubis."

Anubis, who'd been licking his fingers, leaped forward, retrieved Lance's heart, squatted down, and pushed it carefully back into his body.