Part 45 (2/2)

Mounce led the horses down to a rivulet and then on to a river-flat meadow where the gra.s.s would be sweetest. Nish gathered wood for the campfire while Yara set up a tent for herself and the girls. After lighting the fire, he glanced up at the sky, which was clear.

'I think I'll sleep in the open tonight.' He walked down to the rivulet with a bucket in each hand. There was no sign of Mounce or the horses. The sun-warmed water looked so refres.h.i.+ng that he stripped off his sweaty clothes and lay in it, since it was only knee-deep. He'd washed his clothes, put them on and was on his way back when a despairing cry rang out.

'Liliwen, Meriwen!'

He dropped the buckets and ran. Yara was down the far end of the roofless hall, looking around frantically.

'Meriwen sang out, then something fell, like a wall toppling. Oh, I told told them to be careful.' them to be careful.'

'Where did the call come from?'

'Down here somewhere.' She swept her arm around a collection of broken walls, all that remained of a building that once had hundreds of rooms. Yara was shaking.

He offered her his hand and she took it gratefully. She could hardly blame Nish, since she had chosen the campsite.

'If we search through there,' said Nish, 'room by room, we must soon find them. And if something's fallen down we'll see it.'

Yara choked back a sob and nodded stiffly. 'I'll take this row, you do the next.'

Nish was halfway up his row when he heard a thin cry. 'Yara this way!' he yelled. Yara met him down the row. 'It seemed to come from underground.'

They found the place in the next row of ruined rooms paving stones that covered a vaulted ceiling had collapsed, leaving a neat rectangular hole in the gra.s.s. A couple of tall saplings grew in an angle of one wall but the rest of the s.p.a.ce was empty. Nish crept to the edge and looked down, for the remaining stones could be just as unstable. The afternoon light did not penetrate very well but he made out a small pile of rubble some distance below. There was no sign of the girls.

'Meriwen, Liliwen!' Yara screeched.

No reply. She looked on the verge of collapse.

'Run back and get the tent ropes,' he said. 'And see if you can find Mounce. He was down along the stream. I'll keep watch.'

She ran. Nish broke off one of the saplings, which was three or four spans long, and reached down to the rubble. The sapling did not look strong enough to support his weight but might do to slide down on. He went down the spindly trunk, burning his hands, and had a good look around.

He expected to find at least one of the girls buried under the rubble, but saw nothing apart from something white over the other side. He was practically standing on it before he made out what it was a skeleton. He moved smartly away, taking the pole with him. It was an awkward weapon but better than nothing. Nish had a healthy fear of old bones. One of the monks, no doubt. What could have happened to the girls?

The stone was stained with soot from the fire that had destroyed the monastery. Over the other way he saw more bones, the skeletons of at least three people, and two of them were headless. It was too dark to make out tracks. He walked into the gloom, calling the girls' names. Once he pa.s.sed beyond the lighted area his hackles rose, though he could not tell why. It felt like a place he had no right to be in.

Just enough light penetrated to show that he was in a cellar or bas.e.m.e.nt with lots of long, narrow compartments, each containing something white. Here and there, luminous patches could be seen. It was not a cellar but a mausoleum or catacomb. The white objects were bones.

What a hideous place, and it would be worse when night fell, in about half an hour. 'Liliwen!' he roared, 'Meriwen!' When the echoes died away he heard a faint squeak far off to his right.

Nish turned that way and the floor moved under his foot. A loose flagstone, or was the whole floor unstable? He probed with his foot. The stone collapsed under him and Nish had to leap sideways onto the base of a pillar as a section of floor folded with a crash and rumble that shook dust down on his head. The fire must have damaged the lower levels and the entire ruin could come cras.h.i.+ng down.

He should have turned back then, but Nish could not bear to leave the girls in such a dangerous and haunted place. How had they run through here and survived? Nor could he bear to think of Yara's reaction if he came back without them.

He crept backwards to a glowing niche. The luminosity was due to a phosph.o.r.escent growth on the bones. Picking up the brightest one, a partly cloven skull, by the eye-holes, he held it high. It gave just enough light to see. Skin-creeping from the look in its empty sockets, he threaded it on a piece of cord around his neck.

Taking the pole in both hands, Nish probed the floor in front of him. It seemed solid. He went forward a couple of steps and probed again. He encountered another unstable section before he got across the chamber, but found a way around it. The floor was most solid next to the pillars. On the far side he came to three pa.s.sages.

'Girls!' he yelled.

There was a rumble in the distance but no reply. He took the left tunnel the earlier response had seemed to come from that direction. Halfway along he came to a shallow pit, also full of bones, some savagely hacked and broken. What barbarity had gone on here?

He made his way carefully through a maze of walls and pillars. There could be pits, wells or lower collapsed floors. Twice more the floor caved in under his probing pole, the second time beneath his feet. Nish spun the pole in his hands and managed to span the gap as he fell, though the shock almost tore his grip free. The flagstones dropped a long way before splas.h.i.+ng into water.

Nish hung over the unknown depths, praying that the creaking pole would not break, or slide in as he went hand over hand to the edge. It did not, though he had the devil of a time getting up onto solid floor, and after that he was more careful. He threaded his way around objects lying on the floor thousands of bones and, as far as he could tell, all human. Most bore signs of frenzied sword work.

A long time later, when it must have been dark outside, he found the girls in the middle of a larger catacomb that contained hundreds of burial niches. It was dimly lit by a blue-white phosph.o.r.escent fungus growing on the bones.

Liliwen was sobbing quietly, and Meriwen holding her and trying to be as grown up as she could, though she had bitten through her lip with terror and her eyes were as wide as moons.

'Why didn't you answer?' Nish said gently, giving her his hand. She clung to it as her mother had.

'I tried,' said Meriwen, 'but I was so afraid, Nish. The bones moved as if they were watching us and I was scared that if I made too much noise ...'

Nish looked over his shoulder. The phosph.o.r.escence did s.h.i.+mmer in a way that suggested the bones were moving. He would be glad to get out of here. 'What happened?'

'The ground gave way and we fell down. We weren't hurt but Liliwen saw all those skeletons. Some of them didn't have heads!' she said. 'She ran, and I panicked and ran too. We ended up in here and there were bones everywhere and Liliwen put her foot down on a skull and it rolled under her and she fell and twisted her ankle.' She gasped a breath.

'Calm down,' said Nish. 'Just take it slowly.'

'I could hardly walk,' said Liliwen, snuggling under his arm. 'We tried to find a way back but we were lost. I told Meriwen to go on looking but she wouldn't leave me.'

'Sensible girl,' said Nish. 'I think we'll be right. I'm pretty sure I know how to get back.' He wasn't, but someone had to be the leader.

He picked Liliwen up. A st.u.r.dy girl, she was heavier than she looked. She moaned as her ankle was moved, and put both arms around his neck.

'Don't choke me or we'll never get out,' he joked. He put his shoe on something round and bony that rolled underfoot, and nearly dropped her.

'Careful,' said Meriwen. 'if you break your ankle ...'

'Come close behind,' he said over his shoulder, kicking bones out of the way.

'Don't worry,' Meriwen muttered, taking hold of his belt.

'Is either of you brave enough to hold this skull,' said Nish, 'so we can see?'

Meriwen shuddered, but took it. Nish reached out with his pole and they went forward.

'Hush, I think that's Mother calling,' said Liliwen after a good while.

'She's letting us know the way out.'

They wandered back and forth, Nish probing every ell of the way. If not for Yara calling, he would not have found the exit, for it was dark now. By the time they reached the hole, Mounce was there too. Yara tied the tent ropes together and Mounce pulled the children up.

Nish came up last and he was glad to be out of there, for there were bones everywhere and they had not come from the niches. Either the monks had been ma.s.sacred in the crypt or their bones had been thrown down afterwards. It made him think.

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