Michael Belmont and the Tomb of Anubis (The Adventures of Michael Belmont) Read Online Free
Author: Ethan Russell Erway
Tags: YA)
origin together, but Liam would most certainly not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night so that Michael could take him on a wild goose chase. Liam was almost certainly already familiar with this section of the castle.
Yes, he decided, tomorrow would be a much better time to resume the adventure. After checking on Abigail, he went to his own bed and pulled the covers up over his head.
CHAPTER TWO
A Series of Unsettling Matters
When the alarm went off the next morning, Michael wasn't entirely sure he had ever gone back to sleep. His excursion during the earliest hours of the morning had left him exhausted. In a way, it had all felt like an odd, surreal dream. He was painfully tired, but dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and ran a comb through his hair. He checked his sister's room, which was empty, and then headed downstairs to have breakfast.
When he got to the dining room everyone else was already there, and the first thing he noticed was Liam's father pouring himself some coffee.
"I can get that for you sir," said Mr. Finnegan, the butler.
Mr. Finnegan was a short, burly man with a balding head. He had a perpetual expression on his face that could best be described as a hybrid of bemusement and constipation.
"Nonsense," responded Mr. MacDonald. "You tend to the eggs and bacon and I'll see to it that this gets distributed properly." He waved the coffee pot back and forth as if he were trying to conduct an orchestra.
"Very well Sir," said Mr. Finnegan, and he promptly exited back through the door that led to the kitchen.
Looking around, Michael saw his father sitting near the head of the table, and his mother seated beside him; she looked in his direction and gave a little smile. Abigail, who looked like a miniature version of her mother, sat next to her and bounced happily in her chair, anticipating the arrival of one of her favorite things in life, bacon.
Sitting across from his father was a man whom he didn't recognize. He looked older than Michael's father, but younger than his grandfather. He was large and muscular, had a fairly dark complexion, salt and pepper hair, and was dressed in an expensive looking suit. He seemed to be sitting a bit lower than everyone else, and Michael noticed that he was in a wheelchair. Upon looking up and seeing Michael, he nodded. His face looked kind, but also wore sadness.
"Ahh, Michael, I hope you slept well lad," said Mr. MacDonald "Come on in and have some breakfast. I don't believe you've had the pleasure of meeting my latest guest. Say hello to Mr. Aiden Osiris."
"A pleasure to meet you sir," said Michael as he reached out to shake Mr. Osiris's hand.
"The pleasure is mine," the man responded. His voice was deep and a bit raspy, and he had a firm grip. "You will forgive me if I don't stand up," he added with a wink. Michael let out a nervous chuckle and smiled back at him.
"Sit here with me, Mikey," said Liam as he motioned to the large wooden chair next to his.
The dining room table was long and elegant, and had ornate carvings on the corners and down the legs. It complimented the warm feeling of the room quite nicely.
The castle was full of such ancient items, as Liam's father was a dealer of antiquities. Many of the items in the castle were already there when Mr. MacDonald had inherited it, but over the last few years he had fitted it with countless historical items such as the table, which had come from another castle, somewhere in France.
As Michael walked toward the seat that Liam was still impatiently waving him to, his attention was drawn to the large stone hearth in which a fire blazed, adding a bit of hominess to the large room.
"That was a pretty neat trick you played last night with the bagpipes," Michael whispered to Liam as he sat down beside him.
Liam shrugged and gave him a puzzled look.
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, it had to be you.
Yes, he decided, tomorrow would be a much better time to resume the adventure. After checking on Abigail, he went to his own bed and pulled the covers up over his head.
CHAPTER TWO
A Series of Unsettling Matters
When the alarm went off the next morning, Michael wasn't entirely sure he had ever gone back to sleep. His excursion during the earliest hours of the morning had left him exhausted. In a way, it had all felt like an odd, surreal dream. He was painfully tired, but dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and ran a comb through his hair. He checked his sister's room, which was empty, and then headed downstairs to have breakfast.
When he got to the dining room everyone else was already there, and the first thing he noticed was Liam's father pouring himself some coffee.
"I can get that for you sir," said Mr. Finnegan, the butler.
Mr. Finnegan was a short, burly man with a balding head. He had a perpetual expression on his face that could best be described as a hybrid of bemusement and constipation.
"Nonsense," responded Mr. MacDonald. "You tend to the eggs and bacon and I'll see to it that this gets distributed properly." He waved the coffee pot back and forth as if he were trying to conduct an orchestra.
"Very well Sir," said Mr. Finnegan, and he promptly exited back through the door that led to the kitchen.
Looking around, Michael saw his father sitting near the head of the table, and his mother seated beside him; she looked in his direction and gave a little smile. Abigail, who looked like a miniature version of her mother, sat next to her and bounced happily in her chair, anticipating the arrival of one of her favorite things in life, bacon.
Sitting across from his father was a man whom he didn't recognize. He looked older than Michael's father, but younger than his grandfather. He was large and muscular, had a fairly dark complexion, salt and pepper hair, and was dressed in an expensive looking suit. He seemed to be sitting a bit lower than everyone else, and Michael noticed that he was in a wheelchair. Upon looking up and seeing Michael, he nodded. His face looked kind, but also wore sadness.
"Ahh, Michael, I hope you slept well lad," said Mr. MacDonald "Come on in and have some breakfast. I don't believe you've had the pleasure of meeting my latest guest. Say hello to Mr. Aiden Osiris."
"A pleasure to meet you sir," said Michael as he reached out to shake Mr. Osiris's hand.
"The pleasure is mine," the man responded. His voice was deep and a bit raspy, and he had a firm grip. "You will forgive me if I don't stand up," he added with a wink. Michael let out a nervous chuckle and smiled back at him.
"Sit here with me, Mikey," said Liam as he motioned to the large wooden chair next to his.
The dining room table was long and elegant, and had ornate carvings on the corners and down the legs. It complimented the warm feeling of the room quite nicely.
The castle was full of such ancient items, as Liam's father was a dealer of antiquities. Many of the items in the castle were already there when Mr. MacDonald had inherited it, but over the last few years he had fitted it with countless historical items such as the table, which had come from another castle, somewhere in France.
As Michael walked toward the seat that Liam was still impatiently waving him to, his attention was drawn to the large stone hearth in which a fire blazed, adding a bit of hominess to the large room.
"That was a pretty neat trick you played last night with the bagpipes," Michael whispered to Liam as he sat down beside him.
Liam shrugged and gave him a puzzled look.
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, it had to be you.
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