Theodosia and the Staff of Osiris (The Theodosia Series, 2) - Softcover

LaFevers, R. L.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0547248199 ISBN 13: 9780547248196

Publisher: Clarion Books, 2009

Synopsis

Theodosia Throckmorton is in a fix. Allowed to attend a reception given by one of the directors of her parents’ museum, she stumbles across Mr. Tetley of the British Museum—in most unusual circumstances! Since Theo has last seen him in a showdown in an ancient Egyptian tomb, his reappearance could mean only one thing: the Serpents of Chaos are back.
Once again Theodosia will have to take on secret societies, evil curses, and dark magic too sinister to imagine, especially if it falls into the wrong hands. Blocked at every turn, Theodosia will have to rely on her own skill and cunning—along with a little help from the most unexpected places.

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About the Author:

R.L. LaFevers lives in Southern California. Learn more at her website: http://www.rllafevers.com/


Yoko Tanaka lives in Los Angeles and Bangkok with her husband and three cats. In addition to illustrating the Theodosia books, she has also illustrated The Magician’s Elephant by Kate DiCamillo and a picture book, Sparrow Girl by Sara Pennypacker. Her artwork can be found at yokotanaka.com

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Chapter One: A Grand Fete

The lace on my party frock itched horribly. I don’t understand how they can make things as complex as motorcars or machines that fly but can’t invent itchless lace. Although Mother didn’t seem to be plagued with this problem, I would have to pay close attention to the other ladies at the reception this evening to see if they exhibit any symptoms.
You’re surprisingly quiet, Theodosia,” Father said, interrupting my thoughts.
Surprisingly”? Whatever did he mean by that, I wonder? I would have thought you’d be chattering a mile a minute about Lord Chudleigh’s reception.” Tonight was to be my big introduction to professional life. And I planned to savor every second of it. I would be the first eleven-year-old girl ever to walk in their midst. What if they should ask me to make a speech? Wouldn’t that be grand? I would stand there, with all eyes on me keepers and lords and sirs and all sorts of fancy folk and then I would . . . have to say something. Maybe having to speak wouldn’t be such a great idea after all. Mother put her gloved hand on Father’s arm. She’s most likely nervous, Alistair. The only young girl among so many important dignitaries and officials? I would have been tongue-tied at her age.” Well. That wasn’t very comforting. Maybe I should have been more nervous than I was. The carriage turned a corner and my stomach dipped uneasily.
We reached Lord Chudleigh’s residence in Mayfair, a large red brick mansion with white columns and windowpanes. At the door, a butler bowed and greeted Father by name. Then we were motioned inside, where we joined an absolutely mad throng of people, all dressed in fine frocks and evening coats. There were marble floors, and the hallway sported Greek columns. Actually, the whole place had the touch of a museum about it: Grecian urns, a bust of Julius Caesar, and even a full coat of armor standing at attention. Suddenly I was glad of all that itchy lace otherwise I would have felt dreadfully underdressed. I slipped my hand into Mother’s. Lord Chudleigh’s house is even grander than Grandmother Throckmorton’s,” I whispered. Don’t let her hear you say that,” Father said.
How could she possibly hear me?” I scoffed. She’s miles away in her own grand house.” The look on Father’s face gave me pause. Isn’t she?” I asked hesitantly.
I’m afraid not.” His tone was clipped, as if he wasn’t very happy about it, either. She moves in the same social circles as Lord Chudleigh.” That was the sort of news that could ruin an entire evening. One might think that was a bit of an overstatement, if one didn’t know my grandmother. I stared out at the crowd of people, desperate to spot Grandmother. If I saw her first, it would make avoiding her all that much easier.
Although really, I oughtn’t worry, I told myself as we moved into the enormous ballroom. I was on my best behavior and had no intention of drawing any unpleasant attention to myself. Not even Grandmother would be able to find fault with me tonight. Except she believes children in general, and me in particular, should be seen as little as possible and heard even less. Just my being here would be an enormous affront to her sense of propriety.
Music played in the background, but people weren’t dancing they just stood about talking and drinking champagne. We weaved our way among the guests until a tall man who looked vaguely familiar waved us over. Father immediately altered his course and began herding Mother and me in that direction.
When we reached the gentleman, he leaned forward and thumped Father on the back. It’s about time you showed up, Throckmorton. At least you had the good sense to bring your lovely wife.” Mum put her hand out, but instead of shaking it, the man lifted it to his lips and kissed it! He’d better not try that with me, was all I could think. Luckily, he didn’t. In fact, he ignored me until Father cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder. And this is my daughter, Theodosia, Lord Chudleigh. The one we spoke about.” Ah yes!” Lord Chudleigh bent over and peered down at me. Our newest little archaeologist, eh? Following in your mother’s footsteps, are you, girl? Well done.” He reached out and patted me on the head. Like a pet. I’m sorry, but you simply don’t go around patting people on the head like dogs!
Father tightened his hand on my shoulder in silent warning. So. What’s all this I keep hearing about an artifact of your own?” Chudleigh looked smug. After you came rushing home in such a hurry, I had to make a quick run down to Thebes to secure the site.” Father winced slightly. So you’ve mentioned.” Under his breath he added, Three times.” Then, louder, I’m terribly sorry about that. If my son hadn’t been so ill . . .” Eh, it felt good to get out into the field and get a taste of what you do.” Chudleigh nudged Father with hhhhhis elbow. I got a chance to find a little something of my own down there, too. Standing in plain sight, it was. Don’t know why you and your wife didn’t send it straight along with the first batch. In fact, I have a treat for everyone tonight.” He puffed up his chest and rocked back on his heels. In honor of my most recent find, we’re going to have a mummy unwrapping!” A mummy unwrapping! My stomach recoiled at the very idea. Didn’t he understand that mummification was a very sacred death rite of the ancient Egyptians? That unwrapping a mummy would be the same as undressing his grandfather’s dead body? Sir,” I began, but Father’s hand pressed down on my shoulder again. Surely I was going to be bruised black and blue from all this hand clamping.
Fascinating, sir,” was all he said. We’ll look forward to it.” Good, good. Thought you might.” Chudleigh nodded. Father excused us, took Mother’s and my elbows, and began to steer us away. Mum muttered under her breath, I thought unwrappings went out with Queen Victoria.” I whirled around to Father when we were out of earshot. Why didn’t you say something? That’s desecration, isn’t it?” Yes, I suppose it is, Theodosia. But I’m not personally responsible for every mummy that comes out of Egypt, you know. Besides, the man’s on the museum’s board. I can’t risk getting on his bad side, and telling him that unwrapping his new mummy is bad form would certainly do that.” I turned to Mother.
Oh, no,” she said. Don’t look at me. I’ve already got a hard enough row to hoe being a woman in this field. I can’t afford any appearance of sentimentality or emotion.” Well, it had been worth a try. Where do you think Chudleigh found the mummy? I never saw one in the tomb or annex. Did you?” Well, no. But then again, I was preoccupied with getting you out of there safely. Now, let’s get this wretched evening over with. Oomph!” Mother removed her elbow from Father’s ribs. Tonight’s supposed to be a treat,” she reminded him.
Indeed, I had hoped for a lovely evening out with my parents. I had also hoped that my dressing up in fancy clothes and attending one of their social events might have allowed them to see me a little differently.
Or simply see me, rather than spend the entire evening looking over my head at other adults.
Pretending I hadn’t heard them, I raised up on my tiptoes, trying to spot the mummy. I couldn’t believe I would have overlooked a mummy lying about in plain sight, even if I had been being chased by the Serpents of Chaos. It was hopeless. There were too many people, all of whom were taller than I was. When I pulled my gaze back down, I found an elderly man examining me through his monocle as if I were a bug at the end of a pin. A very round woman dressed in mustard-colored ruffles lifted her lorgnette to the bridge of her nose, then tut-tutted. Honestly! You’d think they’d never seen an eleven- year-old girl before.
I suppose we’d best go pay our respects to Mother.” Father made the suggestion with the same enthusiasm he might have shown for leaping off the London Bridge straight into the foul, icy water of the river Thames.
Which was precisely how I felt about seeing Grandmother, frankly. Luckily, the crowd shifted just then and I spied someone I recognized. Oh look, Father! There’s Lord Snowthorpe.” And although he wasn’t one of my favorite people, he was standing next to one of my favorite people, Lord Wigmere. Only, I wasn’t supposed to know Wigmere even existed, as he was the head of the Brotherhood of the Chosen Keepers, a secret organization whose sworn duty was to keep watch over all the sacred objects and artifacts in the country. Because the British Empire had amassed quite a few relics and ensorcelled items, it was quite a job. It was the Brotherhood that stood between our country and any of that ancient magic getting loose and wreaking horror upon us. Well, them and me, that is. I waved at the two men.
No, Theo!” Father hissed. I don’t wish to speak to ” Throckmorton!” Lord Snowthorpe called out.
Oh, blast it all. Now look what you’ve done.” Didn’t Father realize that Snowthorpe was a hundred times better than Grandmother? Besides, I was hoping one of these gentlemen might be as repulsed by the mummy unwrapping as we were. Since they didn’t work for Lord Chudleigh, perhaps they could put a stop to it.
When we reached Snowthorpe, Lord Wigmere winked at me, then ever so slightly shook his head, letting me know I wasn’t to let on I knew him. I winked back. There were a lot of false hearty hellos and good-to-see-yous exchanged, then Snowthorpe got down to his real reason for wanting to say hello: nosiness. I say, did that Heart of Egypt of yours ever turn up?” he asked.
Father stiffened, and Mother raised her nose into the air. I’m afraid not,” she said. The burglar got clean away.” That was a subject I wouldn’t mind avoiding for a while longer. Say, a lifetime. My parents had no idea that I had been the one to return the Heart of Egypt to its proper resting place in the Valley of the Kings. It had been the only way to nullify the dreadful curse the artifact had been infected with. Of course, I’d had a bit of help from Wigmere and his Brotherhood of the Chosen Keepers. But my parents didn’t know that, either.
What was all that rot you fed me about having it cleaned, then?” Snowthorpe demanded.
We . . .” Father turned to Mother with a desperate look on his face. She stared back, fumbling for something to say.
They couldn’t have looked more guilty if they tried, so I spoke up. The authorities had asked us to keep quiet until they made a few inquiries. They didn’t want the perpetrators to catch wind of how much they knew or who they suspected.” Four pairs of eyes looked down at me in surprise. Isn’t that what they said, Father?” Yes,” he said, recovering nicely. Exactly what they said.” Wigmere’s mustache twitched. Do introduce me to this charming young lady, Throckmorton.” As if we needed any introduction! We’d only worked closely together on averting one of the worst crises ever to reach British soil. Forgive me. Lord Wigmere, this is my daughter, Theodosia Throckmorton. Theodosia, this is Lord Wigmere, head of the Antiquarian Society.” I gave a proper curtsy. I’m very pleased to meet you, sir.” And I you.” Before Snowthorpe could begin jawing on again about the Heart of Egypt, I decided to raise my concerns. Have you heard what Lord Chudleigh’s planning for this evening?” I felt Father scowl at me, but I did my best to ignore him, which was rather difficult when his heated gaze threatened to burn a hole through my skull.
Snowthorpe brightened. You mean the mummy unwrapping?” Yes, but don’t you think it’s wrong to do it as . . . entertainment?” Snowthorpe dismissed my words with a wave of his hand. Gad no! It’s good for business, that. People love mummies, and whenever their interest goes up, so do museum ticket sales.” But isn’t it desecration?” The pleasant expression left Snowthorpe’s face and he looked down at me, almost as if seeing me for the first time. You sound just like Wigmere here. He’d have us ship all our artifacts back to Egypt if he had his way.” Well, certainly the cursed ones, anyway. I sent a beseeching look in Wigmere’s direction, but he shook his head sympathetically. I already tried and got nowhere. Chudleigh’s too intent on having his fun.” Disappointment spiked through me. I looked over my shoulder. The crowd had broken up a bit and I caught a glimpse of a table with guests clustered around it, but I still couldn’t see the mummy itself.
Really, this fete of theirs was no fun at all. Not what I thought of as a proper party. I caught yet another old codger staring at me and realized that such scrutiny had made me beastly thirsty. I suddenly craved a glass of lemon smash or cold ginger beer. As I searched the crowd for the man with the refreshment tray, yet another old lady examined me through her opera glasses. I wrinkled my nose. Didn’t these people realize how rude that was? The woman dropped her glasses, and I was dismayed to find myself staring into the shocked face of Grandmother Throckmorton! I quickly turned away, pretending I hadn’t seen her.
Seconds later, a very stiff-looking footman appeared at Father’s side. Madam wishes me to request you attend her immediately.” What?” he asked, then caught sight of his mother. Oh yes, of course!” He bid goodbye to Wigmere and Snowthorpe, then herded us over to where Grandmother was conversing with a rather short, barrel-shaped man. When we reached her, she offered up her cheek to Father for a kiss. He did so (grudgingly, I’m sure), and then she turned to Mother and inclined her head slightly. Henrietta.” Madam.” Mother nodded back.
Grandmother ignored me completely. She still wasn’t speaking to me for having run away while under her care. Even so, I wanted to prove I could be polite even if she couldn’t and gave my very best curtsy. How do you do, Grandmother? It’s very good to see you again.” Grandmother sniffed in disapproval, then asked Father, What is she doing here?” Now, Mother. She did make a rather remarkable find, locating that secondary annex to Amenemhab’s tomb. Lord Chudleigh suggested we bring her along to celebrate her first find for the museum.” This is no place for children and her schedule is already far too irregular. If you cannot see to her proper upbringing, perhaps I shall take her to hand.” Grandmother studied me for a long moment, then continued. Have you had any luck in locating a new governess for her?” Mother and Father exchanged guilty glances. I could tell they’d forgotten all about it. Not yet. But we’ll keep looking.” Mother missed the look of scorn Grandmother sent her way, but I didn’t. I narrowed my eyes and glared at the old bat.
Except she was so busy ignoring me, she missed it and turned to the man standing beside her. I was left to stew on the idea of Grandmother overseeing my upbringing. I was torn between horror at the thought and fury at her treatment of Mother. Alistair, I’d like you to meet Admiral Sopcoate.” Admiral Sopcoate had a jolly face. He was quick to catch my eye, then smiled. I liked him immediately.
Admiral Sopcoate shook Father’s hand. What is it you do, again, Throckmorton?” Father opened his mouth to respond, but Grandmother talked over him. He’s the Head Curator of the Museum of Legends and Antiquities.” When Grandmother said nothing more, Father quickly stepped in. And this is my wife, Henrietta. She’s the museum’s archaeologist and brings us a number of our most spectacular finds.” Grandmother sniffed.
And this is my daughter, Theodosia,” Father continued.
Admiral Sopcoate reached out and took my hand. (No head patting or hand kissing here! I knew I liked him for a good reason.) Pleased to meet you, my dear.” And I you, sir.” Still determined to be on my best behavior, I added, Perhaps you’d like to come by and see our museum someday? We’d be happy to give you a tour.” Grandmother...

About this edition

• Publisher: Clarion Books
• Publication date: 2009
• ISBN 10: 0547248199
• ISBN 13: 9780547248196
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 400
• Illustrator: Tanaka Yoko