Read The Cellar Beneath the Cellar (Bell Mountain) Online
Authors: Lee Duigon
The Cellar Beneath the Cellar (Bell Mountain)
Published by Storehouse Press
P.O. Box 158, Vallecito, CA 95251
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Copyright © 2010 by Lee Duigon
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Book design by Kirk DouPonce (www.DogEaredDesign.com)
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2010936270
ISBN-13: 978-1-891375-55-2
ISBN-10: 1-891375-55-5
Table of Contents
4.
How the Scouts Captured a Madman
7.
A Mardar and a Boy Named Gik
18.
A Wild Story from the North
25.
How God Spoke to the Heathen
26.
The Old City
28.
The Way Down
32.
King Ryons and His Chieftains
34.
The Scholar and the Scrolls
41.
A Message from the Thunder King
Down from the Mountain
If you have read the story of how Jack and Ellayne climbed Bell Mountain and rang the bell that King Ozias put there, you may have wondered what happened to them next.
Jack fully expected the world to end as soon as the bell stopped ringing. He did not know how it would end, he was not even sure he understood what “the end of the world” meant, and he was afraid it would be loud and painful. But what choice had he? God had sent him dreams about the bell, and those dreams were commands. Something even worse than the end of the world would happen if those commands were not obeyed. Besides, God would just find someone else to ring it.
You can imagine his feelings when the clouds blew away and he and Ellayne were still there. The ancient wooden frame that had supported the bell for centuries had collapsed into a pile of splinters; the bell itself was broken in pieces. But the world was still there. He let out a long, deep sigh.
“I’m cold,” he said.
“The bell’s broken, so I guess that’s that,” Ellayne said. “Where did all the fog go?”
They might have stood there some time longer if they hadn’t noticed a man lying facedown on the trail, maybe half a stone’s throw from them. Jack remembered the man coming out of the mist just as they’d grabbed the chain to ring the bell, and waving at them and hollering. But they couldn’t hear him over the pealing of the bell.
“Who could that be?” Jack said. And because it was too cold on the mountaintop to be just standing there, he went to have a closer look at the man. Ellayne followed; Jack heard her teeth chattering.
“I wonder if he’s dead,” she said. “Whatever you do, don’t touch him.”
But the man wasn’t dead. As they stood over him, he rolled onto his back and let out a groan. His eyes fluttered open. He stared at them.
“Who are you?” Jack said. “What are you doing here?”
“Are you sick?” Ellayne asked.
Martis opened his eyes. When the bell rang, he’d had the sensation of falling headfirst into a black pit, falling and falling forever. Now he lay on solid ground, and there were children looking down at him and asking him questions. When he pushed himself up on his hands, he saw that the bell was down, broken, its supporting framework ruined.
He’d failed in his mission. The children had rung the bell, and it would never ring again. He’d failed to stop them. If he ever returned to Obann, Lord Reesh would have a new assassin waiting for him.
He stood up with a sigh, his whole body aching.
“Who are you?” the boy demanded.
Martis laughed; but he didn’t like the way his own laugh sounded.
“You don’t know what you’re asking me, young sir!” the man said. “But to answer you briefly, the Temple sent me to make sure you didn’t ring the bell. I was sent to kill you. But you needn’t reach for your knife. I won’t hurt you now—or ever.”
Ellayne recognized the Temple insignia on his torn, stained coat. His beard was white but his hair was brown, which she thought very odd. He told them a story about how he’d followed them all the way from Ninneburky and found Obst dying in a shelter on the mountain; and Obst had told him how to follow them the rest of the way up. The children listened for a while, but now they wanted to see Obst again. He deserved a decent burial, at least.
“We have to go back down,” Jack said. “It’s too cold to stay up here. We need a fire and food. You’d better come back to our camp with us.”
The man agreed, and slowly, together, they proceeded down the trail.
