Kate Mosse - Labyrinth

This isn’t fair.

“Look, hang on a minute.” Even though she knew Shelagh was well within her rights to be angry, she was way over the top. “You’re being unfair. I accept it was stupid to go in-I didn’t think it through, and I admit that-but don’t you think you’re overreacting? Shit, I didn’t do it on purpose. Brayling’s hardly going to call the police. I didn’t really touch anything. No one’s hurt.”

Shelagh twisted her arm out of Alice’s grasp with such force she nearly lost her footing.

“Brayling will call the authorities,” Shelagh seethed, “because-as you would know if you bothered to listen to a fucking word I said-permission for the excavation was granted, against the advice of the police, on the understanding that any discovery of human remains would be immediately reported to the Police Judiciaire.”

Alice’s stomach hit the floor. “I thought it was just red tape. Nobody seemed to take it seriously. Everyone was always joking about it.”

“Clearly you didn’t take it seriously,” Shelagh shouted. “The rest of us did, being professionals and having some respect for what we do!”

This makes no sense.

“But why would the police be interested in an archeological dig?”

Shelagh blew up. “Jesus, Alice, you still don’t get it, do you? Even now. It doesn’t fucking matter why. It’s just how it is. It’s not up to you to decide which rules matter and which you’re going to ignore.”

“I never said-”

“Why do you always have to challenge everything? You always think you know better, always want to break the rules, be different.”

Alice was shouting now too. “That’s completely unfair. I’m not like that and you know it. I just didn’t think-”

“That’s the point. You never do think, except about yourself. And getting what you want.”

“This is crazy, Shelagh. Why would I deliberately try to make things hard for you? Just listen to yourself.” Alice took a deep breath, trying to get her temper under control. “Look, I’ll own up to Brayling it was my fault but, well it’s just that… you know I wouldn’t go charging in there, on my own, in normal circumstances, except…”

She paused again.

“Except what?”

“This is going to sound stupid, but it sort of drew me in. I knew the chamber was there. I can’t explain it, I just knew. A feeling. Deja vu. Like I’d been there before.”

“You think this makes it better?” Shelagh said sarcastically. “Jesus, give me a break. You had a feeling. That’s pathetic.”

Alice shook her head. “It was more than that-”

“In any case, what the hell were you doing digging up there in the first place? And on your own? That’s just it. Break the rules just for the hell of it.”

“No,” she said. “It wasn’t like that. My partner’s not here. I saw something underneath the boulder and, since it’s my last day, I just thought I’d do a little more.” Her voice tailed off. “I only wanted to find out if it was worth investigating,” she said, realizing her mistake too late. “I wasn’t intending-”

“You are telling me, on top of everything else, that you actually found something? You fucking found something and didn’t bother to share this information with anyone else?”

“I-”

Shelagh held out her hand. “Give it to me.”

Alice held her gaze for a moment, then fished in the pocket of her denim cut-offs, pulled out the handkerchief and handed it over. She didn’t trust herself to speak.

She watched as Shelagh folded back the white folds of cotton to reveal the brooch inside. Alice couldn’t help herself reaching out.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it? The way the copper round the edges, here and here, catches the light.” She hesitated. “I think it might belong to one of the people inside the cave.”

Shelagh looked up. Her mood had undergone another transformation. The anger had gone out of her.

“You have no idea what you have done, Alice. No idea at all.” She folded the handkerchief. “I’ll take this down.”

“I’ll-”

“Leave it, Alice. I don’t want to talk to you right now. Everything you say just makes it worse.”

What the hell was that all about?

Alice stood bewildered as Shelagh walked away. The row had come out of nowhere, extreme even for Shelagh, who was capable of blowing up over the smallest things, then had blown out just as quickly.

Alice lowered herself down on to the nearest rock and rested her throbbing wrist on her knee. Everything ached and she felt utterly drained, but also sick at heart. She knew the excavation was funded privately-rather than attached to a university or institution-so was not subject to the restrictive regulations that hampered many expeditions. As a result, competition to get on the team had been fierce. Shelagh had been working at Mas d’Azil, a few kilometers northwest of Foix when she’d first heard about the excavation in the Sabarthes Mountains. The way she told it, she’d bombarded the director, Dr. Brayling, with letters, e-mails and testimonials until finally, eighteen months ago, she’d worn him down. Even then, Alice had wondered why Shelagh was so obsessed.

Alice looked down the mountain. Shelagh was so far ahead now that she was almost out of sight, her long, lean figure shielded by the scrub and broom on the lower slopes. There was no hope of catching her up even if she wanted to.

Alice sighed. She was running on empty. Like always. Doing it alone. It’s better that way. She was fiercely self-sufficient, preferring not to rely on anybody else. But right now, she wasn’t sure she had enough energy left to make it back to camp. The sun was too fierce and her legs too weak. She looked down at the cut on her arm. It had started to bleed again, worse than ever.

Alice looked out over the scorched summer landscape of the Sabarthes Mountains, still in their timeless peace. For a moment, she felt fine. Then all at once she was aware of another sensation, a pricking at the base of her spine. Anticipation, a sense of expectation. Recognition.

It all ends here.

Alice caught her breath. Her heart started to beat faster.

It ends here where it started.

Her head was suddenly filled with whispering, disjointed sounds, like echoes in time. Now the words carved in the stone at the top of the steps came back to her. Pas a pas. They went round and round in her head, like a half-remembered nursery rhyme.

That’s impossible. You’re being stupid.

Shaken, Alice put her hands on her knees and forced herself to stand up. She had to get back to the camp. Heatstroke, dehydration, she had to get out of the sun, get some water inside her.

Taking it slowly, she started to descend, feeling every bump and jolt of the mountain in her legs. She had to get away from the echoing stone, from the spirits that lived there. She didn’t know what was happening to her, only that she had to escape.

She walked faster, faster, until she was almost running, stumbling on the stones and jagged flints that stuck up out of the dry earth. But the words were rooted in her mind, repeating loud and clear, like a mantra.

Step by step we make our way. Step by step.

The thermometer was nudging thirty-three degrees Celsius in the shade. It was nearly three o’clock. Alice was sitting under the canvas awning obediently sipping an Orangina that had been pushed into her hands. The warm bubbles fizzed in her throat as the sugar rushed into her bloodstream. There was a strong smell of gabardine, tents and disinfectant.

The cut on the inside of her elbow had been sterilized and the dressing reapplied. A clean white bandage had been wrapped around her wrist, which had swollen to the size of a tennis ball. Her knees and shins were covered in tiny grazes and cuts, dabbed clean with disinfectant.