Harmony 03 After Glow (31 page)

By the time you see the teeth, it’s too late.

She drew a deep breath. “Don’t worry, we’re going out of here the same way I did the last time. I’ll untangle the trap that guards Vance’s secret chamber.”

“I thought you told Herb you couldn’t remember how to de-rez that wall of shadow.”

“He lied to me so I lied to him.”

E
MMETT DROVE THROUGH
the doorway of the antechamber and braked hard. With a few deft movements, he succeeded in parking the big vehicle so that it blocked the entrance.

Ghost light flared wildly in the entrance they had just driven through. The pulsing energy was so close that Lydia flinched. Emmett had summoned a large UDEM.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Setting up a roadblock. It won’t hold them for long but it will buy us some time.” He motioned her to get out of the cab. “End of the line, let’s get moving.”

Lydia scrambled out of the vehicle, Fuzz on her shoulder. Emmett followed swiftly.

She heard shouts and yells in the long hall behind them. The ghost Emmett had set effectively blocked the entrance. It would take time and skill to de-rez it.

They ran toward the great, crashing waves of psi energy that spilled and roiled along the far wall. Lydia thought she was prepared for the monster trap this time but the sight of that endlessly shifting darkness nevertheless made her mouth go dry.

Emmett surveyed the scene and whistled softly. “Okay, I’m impressed.”

Fuzz growled softly.

“Herb said there was no record of any other trap like it in the official excavation records and on that point, I’m inclined to believe him,” Lydia said. “It would have been worth an entire graduate seminar course in P-A school.”

Emmett reached out to pluck Fuzz from her shoulder. “I’ll take care of my buddy here while you do what you have to do.” He glanced toward the entrance. “But whatever it is, please do it fast.”

“Don’t worry, now that we’re in here, the Greenies will keep their distance until I do something with this thing.” She moved slowly toward the cascading night.

“Guess the thought of being caught in this monster’s backlash is what you might call a major deterrent.”

“Yes.” She shivered and turned quickly toward him. “Emmett, if I’m wrong about this, if I can’t untangle it again, I honestly don’t think anyone standing this close will survive. It would be best if you moved into one of those alcoves along a side wall. The quartz will block some of the energy.”

“Forget it; Fuzz and I know you can handle this. But it would be nice if you hurried things up a bit.”

“Right.”

She turned back to face the trap and concentrated on the silent waterfall of dark energy in front of her. She probed gently, feeling for the patterns within the patterns of pulsing, seething psi-power. There was no way a single tangler working alone could possibly summon enough energy to de-rez the entire trap at once. Herb had told her that the Greenies had attempted to use two tanglers in tandem in one desperate experiment but the results had been disastrous. The effort had provoked dangerous, unpredictable changes in the complex rez patterns.

The answer was obvious, once you saw it, she thought. If you could not tear down a wall or go around it, you had to tunnel through it.

She was vaguely aware that the shouts and cries at the entrance of the chamber had ceased. A great hush had fallen. She sensed the intensity of the observers. No doubt Master Herb was there somewhere among the watchers.

“A couple of them have guns,” Emmett said quietly. “I think the idea is to wait until you de-rez this thing, then they’ll take down my ghost and try to kill us both before you can reset the big trap.”

“Sounds like a plan.” If the Greenies managed to murder them both before she could reset the giant snare, they would achieve their goal of getting into the secret chamber.

“Lydia, listen to me, once the trap comes down, take Fuzz and run, as fast as you can. Don’t stop, no matter what happens, understand?”

She knew then that he intended to use the mag-rez gun to buy her some time. Once the bullets started ricocheting off the walls of the antechamber and wild, chaotic ghost energy started flying around, a lot of people, including Emmett, were going to get hurt, burned, or killed.

“The trap’s not coming down, Emmett. Get ready to follow me.”

He flashed her a quick, questioning look but he said nothing.

She chose the section of the energy wall that was directly in front of her and then set about coring through the dark rush of power.

She caught the pulse of the resonating energy pattern in one small spot and gently dampened it. Not the simplest work she had ever done, she thought, but in an odd sort of way, it wasn’t the most complicated, either. The trick was to not think about the great mass of nightmarish energy that could be so easily triggered with one misstep.

A section of night opened, slowly at first and then widening more quickly. She caught a glimpse of familiar green light coming from the mysterious chamber on the other side of the barrier.

She worked carefully until she had a tunnel wide enough to accommodate the three of them. Then she cleared the section of flooring so that they could walk through the churning passage.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Emmett, who had been watching the crowd at the entrance, turned. “It’s still there—” he started to say and then broke off, grinning with appreciation, when he saw the opening. “Well, damn, lady, that is one really good trick. I never knew an illusion trap could be handled that way.”

“There’s never been any reason to try such a technique until this monster came along. Ready?”

“Go,” Emmett ordered.

She moved into the tunnel and was immediately enveloped in a strange, rushing silence. Dark energy crashed and rolled overhead and on every side except for the strip she had cleared along the floor. It was as if she were caught inside the hollow curl of a tremendous ocean wave. A great sense of exhilaration swept through her, making her almost giddy.

She glanced back and saw that Emmett had followed her into the passage. He was moving quickly but she could not hear his boots ring on the floor. His mouth opened and she knew that he was speaking to her but even though she was only a yard from him she could not hear a word. When he realized that the psi energy was cloaking all sound, he grimaced, shook his head, and closed his mouth.

Fuzz crouched on Emmett’s shoulder, his fur standing out all over his body in a halo of gray fluff. All she could see were his four gleaming eyes. The giddy sensation grew stronger. She started to laugh at the little furball and then she noticed the wild red-gold snakes dancing and writhing in front of her face. Her own hair was also responding to the enormous amount of ambient psi energy in the air. So was Emmett’s. All three of them looked like they’d just touched a live wire carrying enough power to light up a small town.

The wall of energy was unusually thick. The tunnel she had created was at least twenty feet long.

Emmett paused midway and turned to look back over his shoulder. Lydia followed his gaze. Through the opening in the other end she glimpsed figures dashing around in the antechamber. The Greenies had managed to de-rez Emmett’s ghost. Any second now one of them would brave her tunnel to give pursuit.

“I’ll close it,” Lydia shouted and then realized Emmett couldn’t hear a word she was saying.

She sent a psi probe back to de-rez the entrance of the tunnel. It closed quickly. Swirling night sealed the opening and cut off the green glow from that end.

She did not doubt that soon Herb or one of his strong ephemeral-energy para-resonators would take the risk of trying to repeat her success. But even knowing now that it could be done, they would use extreme caution around this extraordinarily powerful trap. She and Emmett and Fuzz had a little time, she thought.

She was about to congratulate herself when she noticed that the tunnel seemed to be narrowing slightly. Only then did she realize that she was tiring. The effort to hold the passage open against the pressing weight of an untold amount of psi energy was drawing down her reserves.

She beckoned quickly.

“Run!” she screamed although she knew Emmett could not hear her.

Nevertheless, he seemed to understand what was happening. With one hand around Fuzz to secure him to his shoulder, Emmett broke into a run.

Lydia whirled and raced toward the far end of the energy tunnel.

The tunnel continued to narrow. It seemed to her that she could feel the pressure of the energy bearing down on her, no longer exhilarating, but oppressively heavy. She fought back with a burst of psi power. The whirling waves drew back slightly but not for long.

The opening at the far end was closer. Just a few more paces.

Almost there.

Lydia plunged out of the collapsing tunnel with Emmett right on her heels. Her foot caught on an object on the floor. She tripped and went down hard. Emmett stumbled over the same obstacle but managed to stay on his feet. He reached down, grabbed Lydia by the collar of her shirt, and hauled her away from the entrance of the collapsing tunnel.

There was no need to reset the trap, she thought. The passage she had opened was rapidly closing itself,
just as it had the last time.
Emmett stopped a safe distance away from the cascade of endless nightmares. Together they watched in amazement as restless, seething energy refilled the void Lydia had created.

A wall of illusion shadow once again separated the two chambers.

“You okay?” Emmett shoved the mag-rez gun into his belt.

“Yes, I think so.” She started to get to her feet, struggling to recover her breath. “Sorry about that. My memory seems to be coming back in bits and pieces. I remember now that the wall resealed itself when I escaped. I didn’t have to try to reset it.”

In fact, she had barely made it through.

Fuzz scurried over to her. She picked him up and examined him closely. He appeared to be fine.

“Looks like you aren’t the only person to have come this way.” Emmett motioned toward the object that she had tripped over on the way out of the tunnel.

She followed his gaze and saw a grinning skull and a bundle of pale bones. The skeleton was still partially covered in the tattered remains of a red-and-gold uniform that she recognized from pictures in history books and the scenes painted on the walls of Restoration Hall. The burnished glow of the famous amber-and-gold signet that had once been pinned to the chest of the jacket was undimmed after a hundred years.

Nearby lay a second skeleton garbed in a similar style. An amber pendant necklace had fallen through the rib cage.

“I remember them,” Lydia said softly. The chill that went through her was disturbingly familiar. “They were here last time. Meet the remains of Vincent Lee Vance and Helen Chandler.”

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where they came to die after the Last Battle of Cadence.” Emmett studied the skeletons. “According to the old legends they had made a suicide pact and vowed to carry it out if they were defeated. But I’ve got a hunch that they were a little more practical than that. Probably intended to hide from the Guild hunters until the heat died down.”

“I’ll bet something went wrong when she tried to de-rez a tunnel in the trap,” Lydia whispered. She thought about how close to disaster they had all come a moment ago when the opening she had made through the wall of shadow had begun to narrow without warning. “It wouldn’t have taken much. One tiny miscalculation and they would have been caught in the backlash when the trap shut.”

Emmett nodded. “They would both have been exhausted from the battle and the desperate retreat through the catacombs. Some of the firsthand accounts claim that Vance had been singed. One thing is for sure, by the time they reached this place neither of them would have been in any shape to tackle this monster trap.”

Lydia rubbed her arms against the prickly chill that had raised goosebumps on her skin. “They got caught. The effects of a trap as massive as this one would probably be enough to kill a human outright. At the very least it would have plunged them both into deep comas. Without medical help, they would have eventually died right where they fell without ever awakening.”

“The historians are going to be rewriting a few chapters in the textbooks after this place gets taken apart by the pros.”

“What a truly dreadful way to go.” Lydia shivered again and reached up to touch Fuzz. “Trapped in an alien nightmare.”

“Hell with ’em, they deserved it.” Emmett leaned down and picked up Vance’s infamous amber signet. “These two nearly destroyed the colonies trying to conquer them. The punishment fit the crime.”

She smiled ruefully. “Okay, that’s definitely a point of view.”

“What the hell is this place?” Vance’s amber in his hand, Emmett turned on his heel, surveying the great circular chamber. “I’ve never seen anything like it in the excavation reports. I’m damn sure it isn’t a tomb, though.”

Lydia followed his gaze. The vaulted ceiling was high, much higher than in the antechamber. A number of wide, curving balconies had been cut into the quartz walls. They rose in tiers almost to the top. There were a number of niches and openings Some of them appeared to connect to other, smaller chambers.

Many of the relics in the chamber were familiar in style and design. She had seen similar pedestals, urns, and abstract sculptures at excavation sites and in museums and galleries. But the long rows of shallow quartz boxes topped with ornately carved lids were new to her.

“You ever seen anything like these before?” Emmett crossed to one of the long boxes and ran a finger along the elaborate designs that decorated it.

“No, I haven’t.” Lydia went to stand beside him. “We can’t be sure that this isn’t some kind of very elaborate tomb built for a great leader. Maybe Herb was right. Maybe this is the burial site of Amatheon.”

“Don’t think so.”

She frowned. “What makes you so certain? No offense, but you’re a hunter, not a trained P-A.”