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go to the years when he was actually living, but after reading up on him, we learned that he was one messed-up sorcerer. He believed he was his own father, so we know he sent one of his aspects to the 1870s in order to seduce his mother, though we believe he has another goal there too. Unfortunately we don’t know what that is. We also know he sent an aspect to 1926 because he wanted to hunt down and slay the man who killed him. Again, he may have another goal there too.”
    “And the third aspect?” I asked.
    “He was obsessed with the Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean.”
    “Atlantean?” I asked. “As in Atlantis?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Does he look like Patrick Duffy?”
    “Who?”
    “ The Man from Atlantis, ” I said. “TV show from the seventies?” Blank stare. “Come on, it was released on DVD.”
    Sharon shook her head. “You need to focus, Jonathan. This is not a joking matter. The fate of the world may rest in your hands.”
    “Okay, I’ll drop the TV references. But seriously, Atlantis? I thought that was a myth. There’s no historical evidence of the place aside from a few passages in Plato.”
    “Yes, Jonathan, Atlantis was real, but it wasn’t called that in its day. They were the Minoans and their seat of power was Santorini, though it was called Thera at the time. It was destroyed in a catastrophic volcanic eruption, though the residents had plenty of notice, so they all survived.”
    “Okay, whatever. So Sybil the Sorcerer went back to Atlantis or Thera?”
    “No. He wants the Emerald Tablets.”
    “And those aren’t in Atlantis?”
    “Thoth put them in the Great Pyramid in Egypt.”
    “So we’re going to Egypt? I don’t speak Arabic.”
    “He went back to ancient Egypt, but you won’t be able to speak archaic Egyptian either.”
    “I got a cool poster with my name done up in hieroglyphics when I was a kid. My name was even in one of those bullet-shaped things.”
    “A cartouche,” Kelly said. “Those were reserved for the pharaohs, and as it happens, the French named them because they looked like the cartridges for their guns.”
    “This is hopeless,” Sharon said. “This is serious business, and you should behave that way.”
    “We’ll be serious when it’s time,” I said. “Regardless, we have a slight problem here, Sharon. None of us can speak Egyptian. Kelly knows a lot more about Egypt than I do.” I leaned out and looked at Kelly. “Who was that female pharaoh you like so much?”
    “Hatshepsut,” Kelly said. “I would love to meet her.”
    “We’re sending you to 1323 BCE,” Sharon said.
    “That’s not Hatshepsut’s time,” Kelly said. “Thirteen hundreds would be . . . Akhenaten? Oh, don’t tell me Winslow is really Akhenaten, the heretic pharaoh!”
    “Heretic pharaoh?” Brand asked.
    “He started the first monotheistic religion.”
    “Before Zoroastrianism?” Brand asked.
    “Zorro had a religion?” Rayna asked.
    “Not Zorro,” I said with a grin. “Zoroaster was a guy in the middle east, Persia, if memory serves. He started a monotheistic religion—very much like Christianity, actually. Holy Spirit, one god, savior with a virgin birth, resurrection, heaven, hell, angels, et cetera. On the bad side, their god is named Ahura Mazda, so it sounds like a car dealership.”
    “It’s like dealing with children,” Sharon said, her voice tense. “You’re not going to the time of Akhenaten. We’re sending you to the time of Tutankhamun.”
    “King Tut! Cool,” I said. And because I knew it would piss off Sharon, I started singing Steve Martin’s “King Tut” song.
    “I can kill you with a snap of my fingers,” Sharon said.
    I grinned at her. “Yeah, but you need us.” I looked over at Brand. “Dude, we get to meet King Tut!”
    Brand grinned and gave me a fist bump. “Hell yeah!”
    Sharon shook her head. “You can’t all go back to ancient Egypt. We need to send you all through at once but to different times.