Mark Newton - The Book of Transformations
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‘How long have you spent down here?’ she asked him, as they walked along the crumbling streets. Shutters and doors opened as they passed, though she could see no figures beyond.
‘Time is different in this location, though I estimate it has been several days’ worth of work.’
‘And you’ve found nothing?’
Ulryk shook his head and sighed. ‘I have been searching for something that may or may not be called the “House of the Dead”, for that is how Frater Mercury referred to it. I once assumed this whole world was what he implied, but I have my suspicions that there are buildings down here that defy time and imagination.’
She could see, for the very first time, the exhaustion in his expression and the wariness in his eyes.
The dead were friendly enough, merely curious to see someone from the realm of the living. At first she was afraid to go anywhere near them, but she could see they meant no harm. The initial cluster of civilians faded to just a couple of Ulryk’s helpers.
They passed a plaza, where the dead roamed the streets in vague exploratory arcs. Whispers echoed towards her from all directions, as if the citizens were talking about them, but she couldn’t see them looking their way. They just went about their business — whatever business there was down here.
A young, attractive woman — with a remarkably similar appearance to Lan, though her face and hair were alarmingly pale and she had neck wounds marring her throat — wandered over to them with a determined look in her eye. ‘Priest,’ she called.
Ulryk turned to face her and listened earnestly to what she had to say. In a hushed, formal voice, she continued, ‘I’ve heard of your quest. You’re a friend of the investigator, Fulcrom, aren’t you?’
Ulryk’s face lit up, and Lan couldn’t help but be charmed by his determination. ‘Please, continue.’
‘You said “House of Dead” right? We suspect it could be a region that we ourselves can’t get to. It is dead to us, as we are to it. That’s what they say, but I wonder if it’s some way out of here for us, too.’
‘We may have found what we are looking for. What is your name, young lady?’ Ulryk asked.
‘Adena.’
‘Well, Adena, can you show us the way?’
*
After acquiring two torches, they passed along a huge, labyrinthine path that cut between rock faces. Lan noticed how, on the journey, the young woman barely acknowledged her, discussing the route and making eye contact with Ulryk only. She was so similar to Lan that it made her uneasy.
It could have been the better part of an hour before they arrived at the front of a temple. Half of it was constructed from brick, and the other half from the rock. It had a vast classical facade, with pillars hacked into a towering cliff and, set directly ahead at the top of a broad stone stairway, a simple square doorway, framed by pillars.
Adena paused at the bottom of the stairs, either unable or unwilling to go further.
Lan and Ulryk climbed the steps, waved their torches over the fine detail, examining the intricate stone carvings. If there was anywhere that should be the House of the Dead, this would be it: skulls and complete skeletons could be seen breaching the surface of the stone, as if bones were somehow imprisoned within geological structures. As they were the same colour as the rock, it was difficult to tell if they were stone or real.
Lan turned, casting light on the backs of the pillars, and jumped back: she was face to face with an angled skull, its mouth open, cobwebs covering its eyeholes.
‘Weird building,’ Lan said. ‘Do you want me to go first?’
She pushed aside the notion of the skeletons here — they could have represented anything, a ritual, a sacrifice. It did not mean she herself would be joining them.
Ulryk nodded and motioned for her to continue forward, but looked back as their guide called to them from the bottom of the stairs.
‘We ghosts have no knowledge of this place that can help you. I’ve seen kin go in there, never to return. This temple is part of the old city. No one knows anything about it. I’d… like to see more, though. It may bring me peace. May I come with you?’
‘Of course,’ Lan said, but Adena did not want to notice her.
‘May I?’ the girl asked again.
‘Yes, please,’ Ulryk replied.
‘Come on, Ulryk,’ Lan said. ‘I want to get back home. Let’s see if this book of yours is in here.’
Lan entered the doorway…
… and found herself in a woodland glade. What?
A moment later, Ulryk stumbled alongside her, followed by Adena, who seemed to possess more clarity now.
It was night, wherever they were, and thick trunks of trees extended as far as she could see. She could hear the sound of running water in the distance. All around the glade were rocks — no, remains of buildings — smothered with moss. Their torchlight caught the edges of beautiful heart-shaped leaves, and smooth trunks.
She turned round to see where they had come from, and the doorway was still there, without a frame, simply a presence in the air.
‘Where the hell are we?’ she whispered. ‘What is this place?’
Ulryk seemed delighted for some reason. ‘It… it looks precisely like a series of woodcuts I have observed in a primitive Jorsalir text. And also…’ He removed his copy of The Book of Transformations from his satchel and opened it to one of the pages. The drawings were crude, but one page showed a location undeniably similar to the one they were in.
‘A paradise,’ he mentioned, ‘of sorts.’
Lan scanned the page. ‘So we’re probably in the right place. But this book you’re looking for, it could be anywhere here. Does it say in your copy where the other might be?’
Ulryk shook his head and closed the book with a snap. ‘No, but I suggest we follow the river first, then we may have a clearer understanding.’
With the book tucked under Ulryk’s arm, they continued through thick grass towards the heady smell of the river, and soon located it, a column of slow-flowing water, which was around twenty paces wide. Further along the bank, strange lights were floating out of the vegetation before sinking back into the undergrowth. She wasn’t entirely sure, but there seemed to be other people watching them: pairs of eyes glittered from the other bank, fading in and out of her sight.
‘This place doesn’t seem like a paradise,’ Lan whispered. She tuned into her powers then, just to make sure she could tap them — and sure enough, whatever worked in Villjamur and the ghost city worked down here, too.
The girl, Adena, moved out towards the edge of the river and began to walk slowly down the bank, hitching her ragged dress above her knee while she descended into the water. She seemed to be cautious at first and then, when her feet were submerged, she looked up with a smile on her face.
‘I think… I think I can be free now. This is where the others must have come.’ Suddenly she glared at Lan — acknowledging her fully this time. ‘You’d better look after him,’ Adena said.
‘Who?’ Lan replied.
Adena turned away and plunged face-first into the water without a sound.
‘Ulryk, shouldn’t we help her?’ Lan asked, moving to the edge of the bank.
The priest scanned up and down the river, but there was no sign of the girl. ‘It seems there is no one left to assist. And I’m not entirely certain that this is water.’
Lan remained utterly confused. Could ghosts die or pass on elsewhere?
*
Lan and Ulryk continued along what certainly looked like running water for some time, heading towards its source, Lan constantly searching for visual markers to help them on the return journey. She did not want to be abandoned here, wherever it was.
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