“I’ll distract them,” Carter said. “You search. The Trophy room is through there.”“Carter!”But the fool ran off to protect me. I hate when he does that.”

“[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]”

“The Ancient Egyptians were not fools, Carter. They built the pyramids. They created the first great nation state. Their civilization lasted thousands of years.”“Yeah,” I said. “And now they’re gone.”

“So let me get this straight,” Carter said. “The two guys you liked—one who was dying and one who was off-limits because he’s a god—are now one guy, who isn’t dying and isn’t off-limits. And you’re complaining.”

“Carter Kane, 14, died tragically in Paris when he was eaten by his sister’s cat Muffin.”

“Thanks for everything.”“As you wish,” the captain said. If axes could frown, I’m sure he would have.“Stay sharp,” Carter told him.”

“There’s nothing here,” Carter said.“What do you want?” I asked. “We’ve got wax, some toilet papyrus, an ugly statue.”