Demon's Bride (40 page)
Yet the chamber was not empty.
“We have a companion, lads,” said Whit.
At one end of the chamber, on a crude seat carved from solid rock, sat a man—or at least his skeletal remains, remarkably preserved given that they had been buried in this chamber for what had to be over a thousand years if the age of the ruins above was any indication. Whit and the others pressed closer to stare at this new discovery.
“He’s wearing the uniform of a Roman centurion,” John whispered. “His helmet has the horsehair crest, he has medals upon his chest, and—this is astounding—his wooden
Bacillum Viteum
stick has not decayed.” Sure enough, a knotty stick rested in the crook of the centurion’s arm.
Bacillum Viteum
stick has not decayed.” Sure enough, a knotty stick rested in the crook of the centurion’s arm.
“I’m more interested in
that
,” said Whit. He pointed to what the long-dead soldier held in his bony hands. A bronze box, the size of a writing chest, with images of twining snakes worked all over its surface. The centurion gripped the box tightly, holding it snug against his breastplate. Whatever was inside the box must have been extremely valuable, valuable enough to consign a Roman officer to death.
that
,” said Whit. He pointed to what the long-dead soldier held in his bony hands. A bronze box, the size of a writing chest, with images of twining snakes worked all over its surface. The centurion gripped the box tightly, holding it snug against his breastplate. Whatever was inside the box must have been extremely valuable, valuable enough to consign a Roman officer to death.
Bram stared at the box, then at the faces of his friends clustered around. He grinned fiendishly as he placed his hand upon the box. “Let’s have ourselves a look.”
Whit stared as Bram forcibly pried the box from the skeleton’s grip. The bones cracked as the box was wrenched free, yet Whit did not wince at the sound. All he wanted was the box, to learn what it contained, and he gazed avidly as Bram began to open it.
Be careful
, Zora had warned him. Yet he shoved her warning aside. The answers to everything were inside the box.
, Zora had warned him. Yet he shoved her warning aside. The answers to everything were inside the box.
As the lid opened, the flames from the torches were suddenly sucked inside the box. The chamber plunged into darkness.
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