The Emperor's Code

by Gordon Korman

  What happened next would remain burned in everyone’s memory. A blast of wind seized the A-Star and pitched it around. Dan tumbled from his seat, whacking his head on the Plexiglas bubble. Amy was tossed clean out, landing in the snow. The tail of the chopper swung over earth’s pinnacle, whacking Ian across his back, knocking him off the summit.

  He flailed for a handhold, digging the arms of his space suit into a snow cornice. Screaming in horror, he clung to the edge, dangling over the massive Kangshung face, a drop of eleven thousand feet.

  Amy grabbed for his hand and found herself holding not Ian, but the vial containing the Janus serum.

  Her first thought was jubilation. I’ve got it back!

  But then she looked through the space suit helmet at the terrified face of the teenager inside.

  Suddenly, the ledge of packed powder that was supporting Ian crumbled under his weight.

  There was nothing beneath him for nearly two miles.

  CHAPTER 25

  Amy’s decision was instant. She dropped the Janus serum and clamped both hands on Ian’s arm. The vial plunged down the face, disappearing from sight long before it shattered far below. The Sherpas joined her, and Ian was hauled back to the safety of the summit.

  Amy had no more breath. Even as she sprinted for the ultralight, she knew it was too late. She was running on empty, already collapsing, the snow of the summit swinging up to meet her….

  Dan clamped his arms around his sister and hauled her bodily into the A-Star. As they tumbled aboard, the pilot reached up and closed the bubble. With a lurch, the little craft left Everest behind.

  “The serum!” Dan asked anxiously.

  Amy shook her head, awareness returning. “Smashed.” She regarded her brother apologetically. “I couldn’t let him die.”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized the importance of what she’d just said. “Dan — I had a choice! And I saved Isabel Kabra’s son!”

  “Don’t remind me,” Dan said through clenched teeth. “The next time Ian and Natalie feed me to a lollipop machine, I’ll know who to thank.”

  “Don’t you get it?” Amy persisted. “If the Madrigals were as bad as everybody says, I would have saved the bottle, not Ian! I did the human thing.” She looked at him earnestly. “We don’t have to be evil just because we’re Madrigals. Madrigals are horrible — but we can change our destiny.”

  “What about Mom and Dad?” asked Dan.

  “I don’t know….” If Amy had learned one lesson from the Clue hunt and its many deceptions, it was to value truth above all. She would have given anything to believe that their parents were good people. But her eyes met Dan’s, and the name beamed between them as if by radar: Nudelman.

  “I wouldn’t have let Ian die, either,” Dan admitted after a solemn pause. “I just hate losing the serum. Especially since we didn’t even get a clue out of this.”

  Amy smiled broadly. “Yes, we did. We’ve had it since the Forbidden City,” She told him. “I just didn’t understand it until now. Alistair translated Puyi’s poem:

  ‘That which you seek, you hold in your hand,

  Fixed forever in birth,

  Where the Earth meets the sky.’”

  “I understand the ‘Earth meets sky’ part,” said Dan. “But holding it in your hand? The only thing you could be holding is the sheet with the poem on it.”

  “Which is silk,” Amy added, eyes alight. “Silk is spun by the silkworm, which is really—”

  “The Bombyx mori caterpillar,” her brother supplied, thinking of snack time at the Shaolin Temple. “It tastes like chicken.”

  She gave him a strange look and went on. “The stuff comes out liquid and solidifies into silk filament when it hits the air. But the ingredient is ‘fixed forever in birth.’ In other words, the silk in its liquid form — raw silkworm secretion.”

  Dan shook his head in wonder. “And Puyi didn’t have a freezer, so he got Mallory to stick it up on Mount Everest for him. Wow!”

  Amy nodded. “Can you imagine what must have been going through Mallory’s head when he planted that vial on the summit eighty-six years ago? He’d just conquered Everest — and he did it twenty-nine years before Sir Edmund Hillary in 1953.” She paused ruefully. “Little did the poor guy realize that he was going to die on the way down. He’s still on the mountain, you know. His body is frozen solid, so he’s always going to be there.”

  “Cool,” said Dan. “I mean, not the being dead part. But, you know — the spot of his greatest triumph becomes his final resting place. It makes sense.”

  Amy regarded him with disapproval. “I’d forgotten how weird you are.”

  The pilot’s voice intruded on their conversation. “Since neither of you American hotshots bothered to ask if we have enough fuel to land, the answer is yes. Barely.”

  “That’s great news!” Amy exclaimed, embarrassed. “Thank you for the — uh — ride.”

  “De rien, mademoiselle. You have powerful friends. At least, your companion with the nose ring does.”

  “Yeah, what’s up with that?” Dan mused. “How many au pairs could make a phone call and score you a ticket up Everest in an experimental chopper?”

  “She’s definitely more than a regular au pair,” Amy agreed. “You should have seen her at the Great Wall. She picked a lock like a pro.” Her expression softened. “But whatever else she is, she’s on our side. I think.”

  They looked back at Everest, silent and severe in its powerful majesty.

  “Did you ever dream of being up there?” Amy asked in a hushed tone.

  “Sure,” Dan enthused. “All the time. One day I’m going to climb it.”

  She made a face. “Be sure to send me a postcard.”

  They were low enough to make out the village of Tingri now, a small collection of ancient buildings on the vast Tibetan plateau. A mile or so outside of town, the helipad came into view, and, standing outside, Nellie was shading her eyes as she scanned the sky. Not far from her, a tiny gray dot — Saladin.

  Family, waiting to welcome them home. For two orphans, that was something you couldn’t put a price on.

  CHAPTER 26

  In the underground parking garage of the Bell Tower Hotel in Xian, China, Jonah Wizard emerged from his limo just in time to see a six-foot terracotta warrior figure being loaded carefully onto a truck by two uniformed workmen.

  “Hey, where’d you get—?”

  The words were barely out of his mouth when a second warrior was toted by, this time under the supervision of Cora Wizard.

  “Mom — where did these come from?”

  “We’re the Janus,” she explained. “Do you really think we can’t whip up a few statues to replace the ones you broke? Careful with that!” she snapped as one of the porters sideswiped a pillar. “It’s supposed to look two thousand years old, not two million!”

  She turned back to her son. “I’ve been thinking about your request to be relieved of your responsibilities in the clue hunt.”

  “And?” he prompted anxiously.

  In answer, her hand came around and slapped him across the face hard enough to send him sprawling.

  He scrambled up again. “What’s up with that, yo?”

  “I am not ‘yo,’” Cora Wizard said through clenched teeth. “I am the head of this branch, which is bigger than you or I or Mozart or Jane Cahill herself. The future of our kind, from Spielberg to the lowliest juggler on a unicycle, lies in the thirty-nine clues, and I won’t allow my son or anyone else to take the Janus out of the running for this prize. Especially now that we know there are Madrigals involved.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Jonah challenged. “What if the kid was just blowing smoke?”

  “I should have figured it out years ago,” she berated herself. “No wonder Grace and her oh-so-perfect daughter never allied themselves with one of the branches. We all thought it was part of their high-and-mighty routine — always above the fray, never dirtying their hands. A
nd all this time, they were the lowest of the low.”

  “I’m not cut out for the clue hunt, Mom,” Jonah pleaded. “I’m not good at it.”

  “You are Janus,” his mother said firmly. “You are more gifted and brilliant than all the Lucian, Tomas, and Ekat troglodytes put together. For centuries, we have played second fiddle to those Lucian butchers, when our qualities dwarf theirs. And do you want to know the reason?”

  He stared at her, totally abashed.

  “The reason is that Lucians stop at nothing to achieve their goals. They lie, they cheat, they steal.” Her laser-guided eyes locked with her son’s. “And they kill.”

  Jonah Wizard had spent his entire life in service to the Janus branch. On their instructions, he had become a rapper, a TV star, and an international mogul.

  He had no doubt what was expected of him next.

  With the fall climbing season over, Tingri wasn’t much of a tourist attraction, so they had the guesthouse all to themselves. Amy, Dan, and Nellie sat around the open fire pit in the kitchen, completely exhausted, but too excited to sleep. Saladin had no such problem. He was curled up on the hearth and hadn’t moved for hours.

  “This is wonderful,” Nellie murmured contentedly. “The heat of the fire, the cold, dry air. Someone ought to open a resort in Tingri. Even the smoke smells richer, earthier. Maybe it’s the altitude.”

  Dan laughed without humor. “Maybe it’s the yak poop. That’s what they heat with up here.”

  “And cook, too?” Amy asked in dismay. She pushed away her cup of sweet aromatic tea.

  They had spent the evening filling each other in on their separate adventures throughout China, marveling at how such different paths had brought the two of them to the foot of Everest at almost the same moment.

  Dan howled with delight at Amy’s description of Saladin’s plunge off the Great Wall. And Amy laughed just as hard when Dan tried to convince her that their cousin Jonah wasn’t all bad.

  “Seriously,” he insisted, “you’ve got to feel sorry for someone who’s trying to live up to guys like Mozart and Rembrandt. And that mother! He could sell a trillion CDs, and it would never be good enough for her. She’s like a cross between Aunt Beatrice and Medusa. Man, she practically swallowed her own head when I told her we were Madrigals.”

  Amy drew in a sharp breath. “You told her that?”

  “I couldn’t help it. I was just too mad.”

  She nodded. “I hear you. But you know how the Cahills feel about Madrigals. The other teams will be gunning for us twice as much as before. We have no idea where to look for the next clue. And which of our darling cousins will be willing to trade information with us now? Nobody would form an alliance with a Madrigal.”

  Dan looked crestfallen, then suddenly leaped to his feet. “Wait a minute! Maybe we’re not so dead in the water. Remember the Beard Buddha from Grace’s house? Well, the real thing is on Mount Song. In a cave behind it, I found these ancient burned-up pieces of lab equipment. Wasn’t Gideon Cahill’s lab destroyed in a fire?”

  Amy nodded, intrigued. “Where’s all that stuff now?”

  “It was too much to bring, so I re-hid it. But there was one thing I couldn’t leave.” He reached into the pocket of his jeans and drew out the painted miniature in the gold frame.

  Amy was thunderstruck. “A picture of Mom?”

  “Look closer. The clothes, the hair. That’s not Mom. It’s old. Maybe centuries old.”

  Amy took the miniature and peered at it. “An ancestor, then.”

  “A Cahill ancestor,” Dan amended. “And when you’ve got Cahills—”

  “They’re usually mixed up in the thirty-nine clues.” Amy gently pried the oval miniature out of the frame. The portrait was unmarked and unsigned. But engraved on the inside of the frame was: PROPERTY OF ANNE BONNY.

  “Anne Bonny!” Amy repeated. “She was a pirate in the Caribbean — the most notorious female pirate ever! Was she a Cahill?”

  “Only one way to find out,” replied Dan. “Looks like we’re going to the Caribbean.”

  Nellie, who had been dozing, sat bolt upright in her chair. “Did somebody say Caribbean?”

  “The next clue might be there,” Amy confirmed.

  “Now, that’s more like it!” Nellie crowed. “Number thirty-five sunblock, bikinis, beach time, drinks served in coconuts — I’m so in!”

  Outside the guesthouse, the shadowy hulk of Everest loomed over them, now holding one less secret.

  The race for the 39 Clues continues with more dangerous missions, top secret break-ins, and treacherous double-crossings. Stay one step ahead of the competition by following Amy and Dan’s next adventure.

  Turn the page for a sneak peek! (Just make sure none of your enemies are watching …)

  CHAPTER 1

  “Bahamas.”

  “Jamaica.”

  “Bahamas.”

  “Jamaica.”

  Dan gritted and clenched every part of his body that could be gritted or clenched. He tried one more time. “BA-HA-MAS. Amy, think about it—”

  “I am thinking about it!” his sister shot back. “Which is more than you’re doing! Look, if we’re going to go where she went, it has to be Jamaica. She wasn’t even a pirate when she lived in the Bahamas!”

  They were talking about Anne Bonny, who had disguised herself as a man and become a swashbuckling pirate way back in the 1700s. And who might — or might not — be one of their ancestors. In China, Dan had found a miniature portrait of a woman with Anne Bonny’s name on the back. It was their only lead to the next step in their quest.

  Amy and Dan were Cahills. For more than five hundred years, Cahill family members had been among the most influential people in the world. Scientists like Galileo and Marie Curie; artists and writers like Vincent Van Gogh and Mark Twain; world leaders — Napoleon and George Washington; the list went on and on … and it was looking like Anne Bonny might have been a Cahill, too.

  In the early 1500s, the Cahill family had separated into branches, each bearing the legacy of a child born to Gideon and Olivia Cahill. Oldest son, Luke: the Lucians. Strategists, politicians, businesspeople. Sister Katherine: the Ekaterina branch, innovators and inventors. Brother Thomas: the Tomas clan of explorers, adventurers, and athletes. And sister Jane: the Janus line, populated by artists and visionaries. Since that time, the factions had been battling one another in a desperate race to find the secret to becoming the most powerful people on the planet.

  Amy and Dan had joined that race. Not that they knew what they were doing at first. When their beloved grandmother Grace died, the terms of her will gave them a hint toward the first Clue — and set in motion an adventure they could never have imagined.

  Not alone, either. Other teams were chasing down the Clues, too — teams that would do anything to keep Amy and Dan from getting there first. Explosions, cave-ins, atttempts to poison them, drown them, bury them alive. In France, Austria, Japan, Korea, Egypt, Australia, South Africa, China … Dan and Amy had survived it all, finding several of the precious Clues along the way.

  And they still didn’t know what they were doing.

  They were now in the Beijing airport waiting for Nellie, their au pair, who was at the currency exchange window.

  “Jamaica was the last place anyone ever saw or heard of her,” Amy said. She had already researched Anne Bonny online. “So that’s where we should start looking.”

  “But—” Dan stopped, trying desperately to think of a way around Amy’s reasoning. She was good at this stuff, at seeing the big picture. He was more a detail guy, and right now he was very interested in one particular detail about the Bahamas.

  Amy looked him right in the eye. “I know what you’re thinking, Daniel Arthur Cahill,” she said sternly. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve got to beat the other teams to the next clue. We don’t have time to waste at some dumb amusement park.”

  Dan yelped. “‘Dumb amusement park’? Is that what you think it is? Don’t you know
anything? Oceanus is the biggest water park in the world! They’ve got, like, a hundred waterslides! And you can swim with dolphins! And see stingrays and piranhas!”

  “Ha!” Amy pointed at him in triumph. “I knew you were thinking about Oceanus!”

  “Well, it’s the last thing you’d think about,” Dan said bitterly. “The only person in the world who has no idea how to have fun, and she has to be my sister. No wait, I take that back. Your idea of fun is a library open twenty-four-seven.”

  Amy’s eyes widened in hurt. “D-Dan, that’s not f-fair,” she said, her slight stammer surfacing as it always did when she was upset.

  Dan’s shoulders slumped. Hurting Amy’s feelings always made him feel bad, but honestly, sometimes he couldn’t help it. “Look, I know you think it doesn’t make sense for us to go to the Bahamas first. But we don’t know for sure that the clue is in Jamaica, either.”

  “True,” Amy admitted.

  Dan sensed her softening and strained his brain to come up with something that would convince her. “With every clue we’ve found, it’s always been because we discovered a bunch of other stuff along the way, right? In the ‘wrong’ places. But if we hadn’t gone to the wrong places first, we wouldn’t have gotten what we needed to find the clue in the right place.”

  His face was a little red now from the effort of trying to explain. “What I mean is, it’s turned out that we were right to go to the wrong places first. Voilà, the Bahamas!”

  Amy burst out laughing. “Do you realize what you’re saying? You’re admitting that I’m right about Jamaica!”

  Dan grinned. “You get to be right, and I get to go to Oceanus.” He punched her on the arm. “That’s what’s known as win-win.”

  In their mutual satisfaction, neither of them remembered that the Kabras had a villa in the Bahamas.

  The super-rich, super-Lucian family headed by Isabel Kabra, who had already tried to eliminate both Dan and Amy from the hunt.