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  Her words hung in the air. I could feel their meaning seep into our brains. I saw a projectile of vizzeet spit hurtle by and hit the far wall and I almost didn’t care.

  If what Aly was saying was true, this Loculus could help us unbelievably. “So if we find it and make contact with it,” I said, “it may give us its power. . . .”

  Aly nodded. “In the words of the Immortal One, bingo.”

  “Aly, you are the bomb.” Cass dropped to his knees and started drawing in the dirt. “Okay, this is how the room is laid out.”

  We all looked at him in astonishment. “How do you know this?” Marco asked.

  “Don’t you?” he asked.

  “No!” we answered in unison.

  “I watched Kranag’s walking pattern, that’s all,” Cass said. “The areas inside the dotted lines—those are the places he wouldn’t go. So we need to avoid them. As for that star, he definitely walked a circle around that area. As if there were something inside it. I bet it marks the place with the Loculus.”

  Marco shook his head in awe. “Brother Cass, you scare me.”

  Aly put an arm around Cass’s shoulder. “Remind me not to worry again when you complain about losing your powers.”

  “But this was easy,” Cass said.

  “To you it’s all easy,” Aly said. “Because you are good. That’s why we need you. You never lost a thing. Well, confidence, maybe.”

  I gave Cass the torch. “You ready to be our leader?”

  Cass blinked, then nodded. “Okay. Right. Follow me.”

  He took the torch, casting a wary eye up toward the vizzeet. Stepping over the door jamb, he reached out with his free hand and waved it into the cage area. “The metal bars are still there. Follow me. Walk in my footsteps, exactly. Don’t vary left or right. Marco, narrow your shoulders.”

  “Narrow my shoulders?” Marco said.

  “Yeah, you know, hunch up,” Cass said. “Don’t take up so much space.”

  The song of the Heptakiklos twanged into my ears. It was so close. I fought the desire to run to it across the room that taunted us with emptiness.

  Aly and Marco fell in behind Cass. I brought up the rear. We walked quietly, our sandals shuffling against the hard-packed dirt. The torch flames made our shadows dance on the walls.

  “EEEEEEEEE . . . ”

  Outside, a vizzeet had leaped down from a ledge, landing in front of the open door. Cass swung my torch toward it, trying to scare it away.

  I grabbed the torch. Marco and I lunged forward, shouting. “Yaaaaahhh!”

  The vizzeet jumped back, but I felt the ground shaking below my feet. A spike broke through the soil, thrusting upward, inches from my foot. I screamed, jumping back.

  Marco caught me. He held me off the ground, his arms around my chest.

  “Thanks . . .” I said. “But you’re choking me . . .”

  He didn’t answer. His face was rigid. I looked down. There hadn’t been only one spike. There had been four. Three of them stood alone, victimless. But one of them had pierced Marco’s foot.

  “Hhhhh . . . ” The only sound Marco could manage was a shocked gasp. His grip loosened and I slid downward. I positioned my feet to avoid the blades.

  “He’s hurt!” Aly cried out, moving toward Marco.

  “Stay put, Aly!” Cass commanded.

  The floor was a bloody mess. I set down the torch, quickly ripped a section from my tunic, and wiped the blood away. Marco’s foot was intact. “It came up between your toes,” I said.

  “Lucky . . . me,” Marco said with a clenched jaw. “The edges . . . are sharp.”

  The spike had four serrated ridges. It had sliced clear through his sandal. Although it hadn’t impaled his foot, it had come up between his big toe and second toe and cut them pretty badly. I unfastened the buckle. Gently I pulled Marco’s toes apart, away from the blade edges, and lifted his foot out of the sandal. Then I ripped the sandal off the spike and tried to clean it as best I could. “Good as new, sort of,” I said, setting the blood-soaked sandal down and picking up the torch.

  “Thanks . . .” Marco grunted, slipping his foot back in. “I may wait a few months before I try the marathon. Let’s go.”

  Cass and Aly were staring at him, slack-jawed. Cass pointed off to the right. “I—I think we go this way now . . .”

  “I promise not to vary an inch from the path,” Marco said.

  “I promise not to move my torch away, too,” I added.

  Cass went slower. Much slower. Our footsteps echoed, bouncing off the back wall as if there were another set of people there. I could hear my breaths echoing, in rhythm with the strange music.

  EEEEEE! Another vizzeet screech was followed by a metallic clang.

  I nearly jumped but kept my cool. The creature had tried to jump in but hit the bars of the invisible cage. It was scrambling away on all fours, chattering hysterically.

  Cass soon slowed to a stop, not far from the rear wall. “We’re here,” he announced.

  “Where?” Aly said.

  “The spot where I drew the star.” Cass was trembling. He was moving his ankle along a curved form, tracing a rounded shape. “Okay, this is invisible, but it’s some kind of platform. I can feel it. It’s raised.”

  I reached forward, about knee high. I felt a cool, tiled surface that sloped inward toward the top, like a sculpture of a volcano. I slid my hand upward until I reached a rim about three feet high. Slowly I ran my hand to the right and left. “It’s a circle,” I said. “Some kind of pit.”

  As I grabbed the rim with both hands, I felt my knees weaken. My entire body shook with the vibrations of the strange music. Concentrate.

  I reached downward into the invisible pit. The blackness below me turned a muddy gray. I could see floating faces. A beautiful woman with sandy hair, smiling.

  Queen Qalani. She was dressed in a fine gown gathered at the waist with a sash. On her head was a ring of bejeweled gold. Her laughter was like the running of water over stones.

  But her image instantly pixelated into a confetti of colors, which spread and dulled into a whitish silver that flowed from my outstretched palm downward.

  It became a sphere of glowing, pulsing white.

  I smiled. I began to laugh. My body felt weightless but I was still on the ground. The song and I were one now. It was the blood flowing through my veins, the snapping of electricity in my brain. For a moment I wasn’t aware of any other sound at all.

  Until a piercing cry broke the spell.

  “Jack!” came Aly’s voice. “Jack, where are you?”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  NOW YOU SEE IT

  I FELT THE back of a hand brushing my arm. “Got him!” Marco said.

  Fingers closed around my wrist. I was reeling back now, losing my balance.

  The Loculus disappeared. All I could see was the panicked look on Marco’s face as he wrenched me away from the pit.

  “Don’t let him fall backward!” Cass was shouting. “There’s a trap behind him!”

  Marco held tight, lifting me upward with one arm. I came down hard on my feet and looked into three utterly astonished faces. “What happened?” I said.

  “You were gone,” Aly said. “You were there one second and gone the next.”

  “Just—foop!” Cass said, practically dancing with excitement. “You found it, Jack—right? You found the invisibility Loculus!”

  “I guess I did,” I said.

  Cass jumped, clapping his hands. From his pocket, Leonard leaped out. He hit the ground and began to run. We all stood gaping as he climbed thin air, up the wall of the pit, and then fell inside.

  “Come back here, little yug!” Cass shouted. The scaly creature rolled around the bottom of the pit, looking oddly squashed, panicked by the fact that he was up against something solid that he couldn’t see.

  As Cass reached down, he seemed to lose color. His outline became a trace line of gray. In a nanosecond he was gone.

  And so was Leonard.


  For a moment I saw and heard nothing. Then a disembodied “Gotcha!” and a spray of random color, which morphed in a fraction of a second into Cass.

  He was standing before us again, grinning, with Leonard in his hand, as if nothing had happened.

  “Beam me up, Scotty . . .” Aly mumbled.

  Marco pumped his fist. “Epic! Let’s snatch that thing and get back home!”

  I leaned back over the rim and dug my fingers down under the Loculus. It was cool, smooth to the touch. I couldn’t tell how heavy it was, because it seemed to move with my hand, as if powered from within. I didn’t know whether I was lifting it or it was lifting itself, guided by my motions. “Got it.”

  I knew the others couldn’t see me. I also knew we had to get the heck out of there. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the sphere. Its insides were a translucent swirl of colors, making patterns like an ocean.

  All around us, a low rumbling noise grew. I wasn’t fully aware of it until I felt the ground shake and the Loculus itself almost fall from my hand.

  “Jack?” came Aly’s voice. “Wh-what’s going on?”

  I heard a cracking sound from above. A piece of the ceiling dislodged and crashed to the floor. Then another.

  Was this another booby trap?

  Through the thick, rocky roof I could hear the cawing of birds and screeching of vizzeet. I could see black smoke from the fire in Kranag’s hut.

  I held the Loculus to my chest and stepped backward. I felt Marco’s hand on my arm. Aly’s. Cass’s. With my free arm I guided Aly’s hand to the Loculus itself. “You don’t need to do that,” she said loudly, over the sound of the rumbling. “I can see it. As long as I’m touching you, I can see it. It’s like the power passes through us.”

  The torch was now guttering and weak. A chunk of stone nearly dropped on my head. It crashed to the floor and broke into pieces.

  The shaking was going on everywhere, not just in this room. It wasn’t a booby trap. It was an earthquake. The last thing we needed.

  “Hurry!” Marco shouted. “Move!”

  “Be careful of the traps!” Cass warned.

  Too late. A door swung open in the floor. My foot sank inside. I let go of the Loculus, windmilling my arms. Marco and Cass both grabbed me and pulled. “Don’t let the Loculus go!” I shouted.

  Aly caught it. I was able to swing my foot upward. It landed on solid ground.

  A boom, like a plane breaking the sound barrier, passed from left to right. I heard a massive crash outside, followed by the cawing of the black bird and the wild keening of the vizzeet. Through the hole in the floor came a river of fur and whisker, undulating, growing . . .

  “Rats!” Cass screamed. “I hate rats!”

  My hair stood on end. The slithery creatures were sliding over my toes, squeaking, chattering, their little legs pumping frantically.

  I saw teeth flashing in the light. Cass was swinging the torch downward, trying to scare them away. “Getoutofhere getoutofhere getoutofhere!” he shouted.

  Aly shrieked. For the first time since I’d known him, Marco was screaming. We stumbled backward. I felt myself falling and willed my body to stay upright. “Run!” Aly’s voice called out.

  “No, don’t!” Cass said. “Follow me! Force yourselves!”

  Squeals bounced off the walls as a badly trembling Cass walked the correct, trap-free path through a wriggling carpet of rodents. They crawled up his ankles, jumped off his knees. He screamed, brushing away a couple that had run up into his tunic. I could feel their claws dig into my skin. They were too small, too light, too low to set off the traps. But any false move on our part could be lethal.

  Cass screamed, tearing rodents from his hair. But he forced one foot in front of the other, tracing a path that no ordinary person would be able to remember. I could feel the squealing in my ears, as if one of them had burrowed inside my head.

  The door loomed closer. Rats were scampering up and down the invisible iron bars of the cage. When Cass neared that—our last obstacle—he jumped straight for the entrance.

  I flung myself out after him, kicking the nasty creatures away. Aly and Marco landed on top of me. I let go of the torch and it flew away on the ground.

  We scrambled to our feet. Standing on a ledge, directly above the door, were four vizzeet.

  As I frantically scraped rodents from my tunic, the screaming creatures jumped.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  A WHIP OF BLACKNESS

  I LEAPED AWAY, screaming. Marco ran, lifting Aly clear off the ground. Cass was on the ground, scrabbling backward.

  The vizzeet landed in the sea of rats, hooting with glee. They spat fountains, nailing rats with pellets of saliva. The rodents screamed and fell, the acid searing their entire bodies, nearly cooking them on the spot. The monkeylike creatures scooped up the rats one by one, gobbling them whole.

  Beneath our feet, the ground was still. The vizzeet were beating a retreat around the side of the Hanging Gardens, following the rats. A helix of black smoke rose from behind the structure and I could smell Kranag’s hut burning. “The earthquake,” I said. “It’s gone.”

  “So are most of the rats,” Marco said, his face twisted with disgust. “Hallelujah.”

  “I can see four of us,” Cass said. “Which means the Loculus is not here.”

  “I dropped it,” Aly said, looking back into the room. “Back into the pit.”

  “You what?” Marco snapped. “We have to go in there again?”

  “I couldn’t hold it with rats nibbling at my toes!” Aly said.

  “Okay,” Cass said, still trembling. “It’s okay. We wait a minute for the last of the rats to disperse. Then Marco goes back in and gets the Loculus—”

  “Marco goes back in?” Marco sputtered.

  “You’re the fearless one,” Aly said.

  Marco swallowed hard. “Yeah. True. Okay. Give me a minute to regain my Marconess.”

  “Never mind—I’ll do it,” Cass said. “I’m the one who knows the path best.”

  Before Marco could protest, Cass was running back inside, threading his way along his own perfectly imagined path. We stood in the doorway, too wise to follow. Minutes later I could see him stopping in the back . . . leaning over . . . disappearing.

  A bolt of electricity ripped the sky like a sudden cannon shot. The ground heaved again, and on the second level of the Hanging Gardens, pillars of a marble trellis cracked in two. A thick thatch of vines crashed down, spilling over the sides. At the top, a statue fell from a perch like a shot bird.

  The moon disappeared into the swelling curtain of Sippar, which streaked across the sky like a spider’s web.

  As I fell to the ground, the realization hit me.

  It’s the Loculus.

  Removing it was causing the earthquake and the tightening of Sippar. If we tried to take it, the earthquake would continue. The ground would open, torches in Babylon would tumble, buildings would collapse.

  “Put it back!” I screamed.

  “What?” echoed Cass’s voice from deep inside the room.

  “Put it back! We are the ones causing this!” I yelled.

  A whip of blackness shot across the sky like lightning, punching a hole in the side of the Hanging Gardens. Dust exploded outward and landed in a loud shower of rock.

  “I’m convinced!” Cass called from inside.

  I could see him materializing now. Walking the jerky path back to us. Outside the door, he looked upward. “I put it back.”

  Cass, Aly, Marco, and I watched the blackness slowly recede. The sky rumbled, once, twice, and then fell silent.

  I exhaled hard. “Come on, guys, we’re going.”

  “Wait!” Marco said, shaking his head. “Just who elected you captain, Brother Jack?”

  “The Loculus is Babylon’s energy source, Marco,” I said. “It’s what keeps the area here safe, cut off from our world in this weird time frame.”

  “We can’t go back to the KI without it,”
Marco said. “You know that!”

  I met his glance levelly. “We can’t destroy an entire civilization. They need this Loculus, Marco. It’s the reason they’re here. Their center. The thing that’s keeping Sippar at bay.”

  “How do you know the earthquakes weren’t a coincidence?” Marco said. “Taking the other Loculus didn’t destroy Greece. That one had the power of flight, this one the power of invisibility. That’s it. End of story.”

  “Invisibility might be a necessary part of the time-rift mechanism, Marco,” Cass said. “It may be the ingredient that allows Babylon to actually exist in the same place as our world.”

  “And if you’re wrong?” Marco shot back.

  “Do we take the risk to find out?” I said. “Are you willing to be responsible for killing Daria?”

  Marco shifted weight from foot to foot. He glanced back toward the chamber.

  “Marco,” I continued, “we need to talk to Professor Bhegad. If anyone can figure this out, he can. That’s why the KI was set up, for problems like this. We can always come back and do this smarter.”

  Now I could hear a loud clank from the inner-garden gate. Voices.

  “The guards are here,” Aly said. “I guess Nabu-na’id forced them to go and face the monsters.”

  “The question is, do those monsters include us?” I asked.

  Marco’s eyes darted toward the guards’ voices. “Come on,” he said gruffly, heading for the garden wall. “I’ll help you guys over.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  IN THE SHADOWS

  THE MOON WAS giving way to the rising sun. As we rushed away, my sandals seemed to get stuck on everything—roots, vines, rocks, salamanders. We were taking a wide berth around farmland. Huts were still shuttered from last night, and we were nearing the copse of woods close to the river, where we’d first come in. My face still hurt, and my feet were battered and bruised.

  We’d managed to hide out in the shadows of the garden, while the newly emboldened guards rushed through the inner wall. In the predawn darkness we’d slipped away unseen, but we knew our hours of undetected freedom were numbered.