Gello chuckled. “I don't know why, but when you add the word ninja to something, it makes it funny.”
“A ninja suit,” Anubis said with a nod at his mother-in-law. “Could the Pasha have helped in the creation of such a suit?”
“You're a death god, you tell us,” Trevor, who was still and would always be anti-Anubis, snapped.
I mean, Trevor had cause. I had the most cause, but I'd gotten over it. Anubis did save my life and gave sanctuary to the souls of a few of my lions. I had long since forgiven him for what he'd done to me when he'd been a bad god.
Anubis, who had cleansed himself of that badness in a magical fountain that may or may not be the Fountain of Youth, was accepting of anything my men threw at him. I think he was eager to pay penance. So he didn't snap back at Trevor. Instead, he calmly said, “I know of no spell that could use the Pasha in such a way. What of you, Odin?”
Odin shook his head. “I don't see how it could be done.”
“And we've already established that the Pasha wouldn't have enough of Katila's magic in it to be used as an odor eliminator,” I said.
Gello snorted. “Sounds like a cleaning product.”
“Hold on,” Anubis said. “What does that mean?”
“Katila had a magic that made him unnoticeable,” Odin said. “He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't see him. That magic extended to his scent.”
“As in, he didn't have one,” I said. “I called it a non-scent. The absence of scent. I could find him by looking for places where there was no scent at all.”
“Fascinating,” Anubis murmured. “And after stealing the Pasha—an item last used by Katila, this trickster doesn't leave a scent either. Have you analyzed their trail? I'll bet it's the same non-scent as Katila's.”
“No, I haven't.” I looked at Arach. “I'd have to use my ring to go back to Faerie so I don't lose time with the kids.”
“Or just go to Moonshine,” Trevor said. “You tracked them there.”
“That's right,” I said with some relief. “I can do that. But the Pasha doesn't hold Katila's magic. Not enough to transfer to another god. This will be a waste of time.”
“With the amount of energy and magic Katila was pulling through the Pasha and the way he was using it, it might contain more of his magic than you think,” Anubis said.
“Tools absorb the magic of the user,” I murmured.
“Yes. A known fact,” Anubis said.
“No, I'm getting to another point.” I waved his comment off. “The trickster took the Pasha, but they also took the Ark, then the stuff inside it, and then Luke's pitchfork. That's a lot of tools that hold some serious god magic. They had to abandonthe pitchfork, we assume they ate the manna, and they left us Aaron's rod, but we haven't recovered the tablets yet.”
“The Tablets,” Jesus whispered. “That's a bummer. But honestly, I can do without the word of the Man etched in stone.”
“What do the Tablets do?” Anubis asked.
“Nothing,” Samael said. “They are a holy item, not a weapon. They only became a weapon when they were put in that damn box and enchanted by Jehovah.”
“Then they would have a piece of that enchantment,” Anubis said.
Samael blinked. He looked at Azrael. Az cursed and looked at Jesus. The J-Man pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit up.
“What?” Jesus said in a just-inhaled tone. He exhaled and said, “You guys want a puff?”
“Sure!” Pan reached across the table and took the joint. He puffed on it and offered it to Horus.
Horus glared at Pan.
“Trust me, buddy. Out of everyone at this table, you need this the most.”
Re snickered.
“Vervain, could you and Arach go to Moonshine and take a sniff around, please?” Thor asked.
