The Glass Sentence (The Mapmakers Trilogy) (33 page)

All conversation slowly died away, and they trudged on in silence. Their footsteps and weary breathing transformed as they walked, amplifying in the high caverns and shrinking down to muffled rasps in the narrow corridors. The tunnels seemed to wind onward interminably, and still the labyrinth led them deeper. They paused several times so that Shadrack could consult the map, and as they stopped a fifth time, Sophia heard the sound again. “Does anyone hear that?” she asked. “It—it sounds like people running.”

“I hear it, too,” Veressa replied from behind her. “But it’s not people. It’s running water.”

Sophia shook her head, unconvinced, but said nothing. The stone walls narrowed almost to the width of Burr’s shoulders, and then, to her surprise, a break in the wall transformed the passageway. The pockmarked stone wall gave way to smooth bricks of greenish-gray, and the air felt less stale. “This is a different Age altogether,” Martin muttered, without taking his hand from Theo’s shoulder. They walked along the corridor for nearly two hundred paces, winding right repeatedly as the tunnels forked.

The sound Sophia had heard was replaced by the unmistakable sound of running water.
Veressa must be right,
Sophia thought.
I was only hearing the water.

“Watch your step!” Shadrack called back. Sophia watched as each person before her dropped out of sight, and she realized, as Theo crouched abruptly, that they were passing through an opening in the floor. Martin eased himself into the hole and Sophia followed. Calixta handed her torch through and then jumped down. Sophia looked around, taking in the strange walls. Cut from smooth, white stone tinged with green, they had shallow depressions with curious adornments—statues calcified and stained from their long entombment. Shadrack, already leading the way along the corridor, climbed a short flight of steps through a curved archway and disappeared.

Sophia heard exclamations from those at the front of the line, and she waited impatiently. The air around them changed yet again, becoming warm and humid with a heavy, earthy smell. Then Martin stumbled out of the way ahead of her, and she found herself in a vast chamber as large as the palace dungeon. But the room had obviously never been a dungeon. As Burr walked tentatively forward with his torch, pieces of it came into view. The curved walls, where the nighting vine grew unencumbered, climbed two or three stories high. Pale statues of standing figures—men and women with long, obscured faces—stood in the walls’ niches and at intervals along a staircase that crossed the room at a diagonal. A rush of clear water ran down the steps, vanishing into a dark tunnel.

Sophia looked around her in amazement. There could be no doubt. The room was not a room at all—it was an underground garden. Only the nighting vine survived, but stone walkways and pale urns across the dirt floor outlined where other plants had once grown. Martin, standing next to her, bent down to take a pinch of soil between his fingertips. His voice was hushed and full of wonder. “I believe we are in the ruins of a lost Age!”

34

A Lost Age

W
HILE
THE
OTHERS
fanned out, taking in the sculptures and the cascade of water, Sophia crouched next to Martin. “What is a lost Age?” she asked.

“Lost,” Martin said, pushing himself to his feet, “in the sense that these are the ruins of a civilization that declined
within its own Age.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see,” he said, moving excitedly over to the staircase, all exhaustion suddenly forgotten, “when the Great Disruption occurred, these ruins appeared. That means they were
already
ruins. I would guess that this underground garden had already been abandoned and quietly disintegrating for”—he paused, rubbing the pale marble— “perhaps six hundred years.”

“Six hundred years,” Sophia breathed. She looked up at the staircase and realized in astonishment that Theo, knee-deep in rushing water, was climbing it. “Theo?”

He turned to wave. He was more than twenty feet above her, near the arched entryway through which the water descended. “This is really warm,” he called down. “And there’s something up here.”

Slowly, the others assembled near the staircase and looked upward. “It’s incredibly warm,” Veressa agreed, testing the water. “There might be a hot spring below the caves.”

Theo climbed the last few steps. “I can’t see,” he called, his voice faint over the rushing water, “but it looks like there’s a big cavern.”

“Onward,” Burr said eagerly, mounting the stairs.

Shadrack frowned thoughtfully, scrutinizing his map. “That must be it. We came in through the only entryway that doesn’t have running water. According to this, we turn. Veressa? Sophia?”

Sophia nodded, reading her own map by Calixta’s torch. “I think so.”

“Let’s try it,” Veressa agreed.

One by one, they mounted the staircase. The warm water immediately seeped through Sophia’s thin boots, and more than once she almost lost her footing. She was glad to see that Shadrack was helping Martin.

The others had reached the archway and were standing just beyond it on the embankment. With the torches held high, Sophia realized that the stream of water emerged from a shallow aqueduct cut into the stone. They all turned toward the vast cavern that they could feel but not yet see. The murmur of water came from deep within the darkness, echoing quietly. Holding the torches higher only made the ground below dim. They could see nothing but the entryway to the subterranean garden behind them and a short portion of the aqueduct.

In the moment that the group stood there, pondering the depth of the dark cavern, Martin reached into his pocket and tossed a seed onto the stony floor.

“What was that?” Veressa asked apprehensively.

“Nothing,” Martin replied. “Just a seed.”

As he spoke, a strange rustling, distinct from the murmur of water, sounded in the darkness. After a moment’s hesitation, Burr held his torch high and stepped forward. And then he stopped, aghast. A pale tendril had burst out from the loose soil. Burr bent forward as if to swipe at the vine with his arm.

“Wait!” Martin exclaimed. “Leave it!” They watched in silence as the vine spiraled into the air, turning into a slender sapling before their eyes. “I’ve been dropping seeds,” he explained quickly, without taking his eyes off the growing plant, “in the hopes that this would happen.”

The sapling thickened, throwing branches in every direction. Its metallic roots punctured the cavern floor, anchoring the little tree firmly. Then the branches began to grow shoots that unfurled into pale, silvery leaves. As the trunk sprouted upward, the leaves stretched far beyond the faint light of the torches. And then, to everyone’s astonishment, the leaves themselves emitted a bright, silvery light that shone like the moon into the dark recesses of the cavern.

The pale glow of the tree cast just enough light to see that the space before them stretched farther than they could have imagined. A great underground city stood before them. The slim waterway through which they had emerged led directly toward it, passing under a metal archway that seemed to mark the city’s entrance. Apart from the aqueduct, the city was perfectly still. High towers and gables shadowed one another in the silvery light like the stones and monuments of a crowded cemetery.

They stood in awed silence, gazing at the ruins. Finally Shadrack spoke. “Is there any mention of this place that you know of?” he asked Veressa.

“None. I have neither read nor heard anything about it.”

“Then we are the first to explore it.” Shadrack’s voice was tight with excitement.

Martin hobbled forward, passing his hand lightly over the trunk of the silver tree. “What genius they must have had. That is why the roots are metallic. To reach through stone—or
ice
.”

“Father?” Veressa said, going after him.

Martin reached into his pocket and dropped something else onto the ground. “Lovely,” he said, smiling, his face illuminated on one side by the pale light of the tree and on the other side by the yellow light of Burr’s torch. “An avenue of brilliant maples, leading to the city gates.”

As he spoke, the seed that had fluttered to the ground cracked open and plunged its thin roots into the earth. A slender stem burst upward, throwing its pale limbs into the air like smoke from a doused fire. The trunk thickened, the branches stretched upward, and the fragile limbs were suddenly filled with tiny buds that in a single, sweeping movement opened into delicate leaves. They were shaped like maple leaves, but they shone with an unearthly luminescence. Martin stood staring up at it, and then he pressed his hand reverently against the trunk. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

“Father, be careful,” Veressa said, taking his arm. “We don’t know what these seeds do.”

“It’s not the
seeds
, my dear,” Martin said, turning to face her. “It is the ground—the earth. The earth of
this Age.
And to think—this has been here all along.”

“Then you know this Age?”

“Yes and no,” Martin said slowly. “It is the same Age as the one Burr found—where he got the soil that gave me a silver leg.” He bent down with effort and took a pinch of dirt between his fingertips. “Amazing. It isn’t a hot spring. It is the
soil
that warms the water. The earth has heating properties.” The others bent down and pressed their hands to the ground. Sophia gasped in surprise. The dirt felt as warm as if it had been baking in the sun for hours. “Look here,” Martin exclaimed, pointing into the aqueduct. “The soil at the base of the aqueduct glows red—like fire, like molten rock.”

Veressa turned back to Shadrack. “Where do you think we are? How close are we to finding the way out?”

“We have traveled about three miles from the Nochtland palace,” he said. “Three miles southeast. Would you agree, Sophia?”

Sophia nodded distractedly. “Three miles,” she said, gazing out at the deserted city. She could see, even from a distance and in the pale light cast by the trees, that the buildings were encrusted with centuries of mineral growth: rough, sparkling surfaces like rock salt covered the walls and roofs and the tall posts that must have once been lamps.
How long has it been
, she wondered,
since someone set foot here
? The thrill of discovery, the longing for exploration that she had heard in her uncle’s voice, flitted briefly through her.
Maybe Grandmother Pearl’s story was real
, she thought
. Maybe the boy who destroyed the city will be here.

Veressa bent over the map, frowning as she drew her finger along the winding underground route. “Traveling southeast three miles. Where would we be above ground? There is no road here. This is . . .” she trailed off. Then her eyes widened. “This is Lake Cececpan. We are almost beneath it. The lake must be”—she lifted her head to look across the cavern—“almost directly above us.” They raised their eyes collectively to the ceiling, as if expecting to see the lake there, hanging overhead.

“Lake Cececpan,” Shadrack repeated. “Could it be—”

“It is a great coincidence, if nothing else,” Veressa cut in, putting the map down. “But the location of the
carta mayor
does not matter,” she said firmly. “We are looking for the exit, and I believe the exit will be just beside the lake. If Sophia’s idea about the flowers is correct, the passage will be somewhere here.”

“I agree. It must lie somewhere in the city.”

“In the city?” Veressa echoed doubtfully. “Surely it is more likely to be in the cavern wall?”

Sophia drew herself away from the alluring view of the city. “Yes, I think so, too—it would be in the wall.”

“The passage may go down before it goes up,” Shadrack insisted, walking forward. Logic and experience suggested that Veressa and Sophia were right, but the abandoned city posed too great a temptation. It lay there untouched, quiet and full of mystery, waiting to be explored.

“Searching the city for an entrance will take so long,” Veressa objected. “The rest of us can walk the perimeter of the cavern to save time.”

Shadrack hesitated. “Very well—we can keep sight of each other with the torches.”

“And the trees!” Martin added. “I can drop seeds, and those will illuminate the way.”

“Fine,” Shadrack agreed. “Theo and Sophia can come with me. Burr, Calixta—you go with Veressa and Martin along the perimeter.”

“Take some seeds, Sophia,” Martin said, handing her a small fistful from another pocket.

As the pirates and the Metls withdrew, Sophia walked alongside Theo and Shadrack, dropping seeds. The towering trees blossomed behind them, and she saw another line rise up along the cavern’s edge. Soon even the darkest corners were faintly illuminated by the silvery light, and Sophia looked up with awe at the high, domed ceiling. She squinted, seeing a dark patch high on the wall. “Look,” she said to Shadrack. “Doesn’t that look like a hole or a doorway?”

“It may be,” he said absently, glancing upward only briefly. “If it is, Veressa will find it.”

Sophia noticed a shadowy line zigzagging away from the dark spot. “Those might even be stairs leading up to it.”

They had reached the entrance, and Shadrack paused for a moment, resting his hand against the greenish archway. The gates, like the rest of the city, were encrusted with mineral deposits that made them glitter in the silver light. The lacy trelliswork of the arch overhead had broken in places, disintegrated by the salty air and the chalky limestone. “Quite ancient,” Shadrack remarked. “And not from this Age. We are in the presence of something I had never thought to see,” he said. “The ruins of a future Age. Remarkable. This opportunity may never come again,” he said, drawing Theo and Sophia toward the gates. “We are a fortunate few. Even if we never emerge from this place, we have been privileged to see it.”

“But we
will
emerge from it?” Sophia asked anxiously.

Shadrack seemed not to hear her. “Come—let’s search the city.”

It was impossible to know what the buildings had originally looked like, for they were utterly transformed. High towers, connected to one other by bridges, created a second network of passageways above the streets. Many of the doorways had calcified, their doors sealed shut forever. Others stood open like sad, drooping eyes, their empty rooms staring out blindly. The ground beneath their feet was hard, but the seeds Sophia dropped threw roots nonetheless, breaking through the rock and sprouting quickly into silvery vines that climbed up the limestone walls and burst into brilliant bloom, releasing a sweet scent. There was no sign of human life; the buildings were empty of even the sparest furniture. The most visible mark left by the people who had inhabited the city were the sculptures that stood in front of almost every building. Cut from pale green stone, like those in the subterranean garden, they were deformed beyond recognition by the calcite. Had they not appeared unmistakably shaped by human hands, it would almost have seemed possible that the entire city was nothing more than a fantastic sculpture built by the earth itself.

They had seen nothing in the city to suggest a passageway or stairway leading aboveground. Sophia had lost sight of the others circling the perimeter, though she thought she could hear them over the constant sound of running water. Their voices drifted suddenly toward her; low and distorted by the echo in the chamber, they sounded like different voices altogether. She paused for a moment, straining anxiously to hear, and then the strange voices faded and the bubbling water that wound its way through the city in pale, shallow gutters drowned them out. She shook her head to clear it and walked on.

She was on the verge of reminding Shadrack about the staircase cut high in the wall when something else caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks. There was something odd in the air, she realized: a smell—no, a temperature change. It was suddenly almost freezing.

Theo and Shadrack had stopped as well, and they turned to look at one another. “Is it colder in here?” Theo asked. His own words answered him as his breath turned white.

Sophia knew what was coming, but she did not feel afraid, only shocked. They were too late; the change had come. The glaciers were moving overhead. A sudden rumbling sound, like the roar of a storm, exploded all around them. The ground began to shake, as if quivering under the weight of some unbearably heavy mass, and the buildings around them shuddered. Then the walls of earth groaned in agony, and Sophia felt certain that they would burst, crumbling to pieces before her eyes. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, the groaning stopped and the city grew still. Sophia looked around her, stunned.
Is that it?
she thought.
Why are we still here?
She had dropped to the ground and she stayed there, crouching warily. The dirt beneath her fingers was still reassuringly warm.
She looked at Shadrack and Theo, who wore similar expressions of confusion.