Temple of the Gods

past. ‘I’ll be right there.’

One good thing about being the director of the International Heritage Agency, she mused as she hurried from her office, was that meetings had to wait for her rather than the other way round. All the same, she tried to hide her embarrassment as she entered the conference room. ‘Sorry I’m late.’

‘No worries,’ said Matt Trulli. Of the group, the tubby, unkempt Australian, on secondment from the UN’s Oceanic Survey Organisation, knew her best, and was well aware of the stress she had been under.

Another man was decidedly less sympathetic, his impatience clear. ‘Thank you for coming,’ said Dr Lewis Hayter with barely restrained sarcasm as Nina took her seat. ‘So, if we’re all ready?’

‘Go ahead,’ said Nina. ‘Anything to do with these excavations always gets my full attention. Once I’ve dealt with my other IHA responsibilities,’ she added, a little poke to remind the thin-faced archaeologist that she was his boss. ‘So, you’ve found something exciting?’

‘We’ve found something very exciting.’ Hayter picked up a remote control and switched on a projector. A screen displayed a map of a number of buildings. Even in simplified cartographic form it was clear that they were ruins, the illustration showing where parts of the structures had collapsed and strewn debris nearby.

These were no ordinary ruins, though. Even through her gloom, Nina felt her heart quicken with a thrill of expectation. The map was of the very heart of the lost civilisation of Atlantis — the sunken capital she had discovered five years before.

Her work at the IHA had since taken her down other historical roads, leading to more incredible archaeological discoveries. But there was something special about Atlantis. It had vindicated her theories, catapulted her to international fame… and allowed her to finish the journey her late parents had begun.

Simply locating the city was far from the end of the work, though. Atlantis had more secrets yet to be uncovered — even if she now had to rely on others to discover them vicariously. Hayter indicated one of the ruined buildings with a laser pointer. ‘We used the new high-resolution sonar to look through the sediment at the palace’s western wing. We found the entrance to what we think is a royal burial chamber. My recommendation is that this is our next primary objective.’

Nina checked her notes. ‘What about the Temple of the Gods? I thought you were planning a full excavation of that.’ The small ruin, close to the palace, had so far been explored only to a limited extent.

‘It was an option,’ Hayter said sniffily, ‘but to be honest, I doubt it’ll be worth the effort. It’s much more badly damaged than most of the other buildings, and the initial survey didn’t turn up anything particularly unusual.’

‘You don’t consider a single structure dedicated to every single god in the pantheon, even the ones who already have temples of their own, unusual?’

‘I’d call it a minor mystery, nothing more. The burial chamber is a much bigger prize, certainly for this leg of the expedition.’

Nina considered his words, then reluctantly nodded. ‘I’ll want to see the list of alternatives, but okay, yes, the burial chamber it is.’ With the archaeological dig taking place eight hundred feet beneath the surface of the Atlantic, most of the work had to be done from submersibles; ensuring that the expensive-to-run machines made the best possible use of their time was crucial. ‘Matt, will your subs need any extra equipment to get in there?’

‘Nah, we’ll be able to handle it,’ said the maritime engineer. ‘Sharkdozer II should be able to clear most of the rubble, and even if it’s too tight for divers in deep suits, Gypsy’s still got the two ROVs. We’ll find your crowns and sceptres, or whatever they hid down there.’

‘Great. What timescale are we looking at?’

‘I think we’ll have got as much as is practical from the Temple of Poseidon in another few days,’ said Hayter. The red dot of his pointer moved to another, larger structure, one with something considerably younger than the 11,000-year-old ruins overlaid upon it: the wreck of a ship. ‘Which brings me on to this.’

A click of the remote, and the map vanished, replaced by an underwater photograph. A stone chamber, badly damaged, huge slabs from the semi-collapsed ceiling jutting down into the space. Nina knew it immediately: the altar room within the enormous Temple of Poseidon. She had never been inside it personally, something that still bugged her, but had seen live video footage of it shot by Eddie before its partial destruction. The ship that had crashed on to the structure was the research vessel Evenor, from which the first underwater expedition had been launched. It had taken over four years before other explorers managed to clear away enough of the wreckage to find that some sections of the smashed temple had survived.

Atlantean artefacts and treasures had been recovered from the altar room by the IHA, but by far the most valuable of its contents was still in place. Parts of the walls gleamed in the diver’s spotlights. The chamber had been lined with sheets of precious metal, a gold alloy known to its builders as orichalcum, but even they paled in worth against the words inscribed upon them. The room recorded the entire history of Atlantis, from its earliest beginnings right up to its fall — and one of the hopes for Hayter’s expedition was that it would find those last words and solve the final mystery of one of humanity’s greatest legends.

Why Atlantis sank.

The pointer jittered over crumpled metal protruding from beneath a fallen block. ‘As you can see,’ Hayter went on, ‘a lot of the panels have been lost. More than half of them are completely buried, and short of taking apart the temple stone by stone it’s unlikely we’ll ever be able to recover them.’

‘Sharkdozer could do it,’ Matt chipped in. ‘The heavy lifting arms can easily shift that lot. It’s just a matter of time.’

‘And money,’ Hayter said patronisingly. ‘Now, around two-thirds of the accessible panels are damaged to some extent.’ The laser spot danced over gashes and twists in the orichalcum. ‘Fortunately, one of the larger ceiling slabs only collapsed at one end, and as you can see here —’ he indicated a rubble-choked gap beneath a long block of stone lying at an angle — ‘it protected the texts beneath it to a degree. Once we cleared the debris, we were able to view them.’

Another click. The new picture was closer in on the now accessible space. More orichalcum sheets gleamed, words in a long-dead language discernible upon them. The chronicles of the Atlantean empire ran around the room, added day by day, line by line.

‘Our translation team started work on this section as soon as the divers returned to the surface,’ said Hayter. ‘Most of it’s similar to the other texts in the temple — accounts of the actions of the king and queen and other political leaders, military activity, and so on. Talonor’s expeditions are mentioned several times.’ The Atlantean explorer’s unearthed records had led Nina to discover an ancient — and spectacular — Hindu vault high in the Himalayas the previous year. ‘But the part I think you’ll be most interested in is this.’

He used the remote to display a close-up of one particular section of the scribed texts. Nina examined it thoughtfully. ‘I recognise some words,’ she said. ‘Something about… keys? The keys of… strength, it looks like. No, of power.’

Hayter seemed put out that she could understand any of it without his help. ‘I’ll save you some time,’ he said, highlighting a line. ‘Beginning here: “Nantalas, high priestess of the Temple of the Gods and keeper of the sky stone, showed the magic of the keys of power to the royal court. In the hands of others they were nothing more than simple statues, but in hers they blazed with heavenly light.”’

Nina stiffened, immediately realising the significance of the words. Matt cocked an eyebrow at her reaction, but said nothing as Hayter continued: ‘“Nantalas told the king that the keys had given her a vision of the sky stone —” we’re not sure whether that’s referring to an actual meteorite or something more metaphorical, by the way — “with its power unleashed, a power to destroy the enemies of Atlantis.”’

‘These keys,’ Nina asked. ‘Is there a description of them?’

‘Yes, here.’ Hayter indicated another part of the text. ‘“Three figures of purple stone, in height less than one foot. When apart, the touch of the priestess lights one to point the way to the others.” There was probably more, but the sheet was damaged.’

Nina ignored him. She had already heard enough to confirm her suspicions.

The artefacts Alexander Stikes had taken were three small purple statues. The first had been found inside the buried Pyramid of Osiris in Egypt; the second hidden with other stolen historical treasures in a secret bunker owned by the insane billionaires Pramesh and Vanita Khoil. The third, split into two halves, she had discovered in the lost cities of Paititi and El Dorado in South America, where the Incas hid the riches of their toppling empire from the rapacious Spanish. A trio of crudely carved, seemingly innocuous figures.