them.
“Use caution, men,” Gideon warned, “The way is still dangerous.”
“Couldn’t they find a better place to have a temple?” Levi said as he examined his coat sleeve and the scrape on his arm.
“The way and location were meant to keep people from visiting,” Gideon said with a smirk. “We’re not far.”
“I hear water,” Ethan said, bringing up the rear.
“That’s the underground river that will take us to the location of the Temple.” Gideon waited for them at the top of a short rise. “This is where we’ll enter.”
Several small boats stood against the wall on a shelf of rock. A dark stream of water, six feet wide, ran through a tunnel. “What’s up there?” asked Ethan, pointing to the dark upper end of the tunnel.
“The river and the Temple complex form a vast loop in the mountain,” Gideon explained. “We get on here where the river is calm. It will take us down through the mountain to the entrance to the Temple. Once we’re inside, I’ll show you how we are able to leave. But it all comes back here in the end.”
“All of this in order to have a temple?” Ethan asked.
“All of this to protect the Word of Shaddai and train those who carry it back out into the world,” Gideon corrected. He pulled one of the boats down from the wall along with a lantern. Using a flint stone, Gideon lit the lamp and handed it to Ethan.
Gideon set the four-man boat into the water and bade the others to enter. Ethan handed Gideon the lantern. He placed it on a hook at the front of the boat, then got in. Levi followed while Gideon held the boat against the current with a mooring hook. He released the hook once they had situated inside, allowing the current to sweep them downstream. A corona of lantern light preceded them down the pitch-black tunnel. The boat sped up considerably with the current. The grade of the river grew steeper and the water increased its force.
A shaft of light broke through the darkness ahead of them. “Are we almost there already?” Levi shouted.
“Not quite,” Gideon said. “Find the set of leather straps on either side of your seats and hang on. It gets a bit wild from here.”
Levi and Ethan found the straps. They were puzzled by Gideon’s statement, growing anxious as the light at the end of the tunnel rushed toward the little boat. The river wasn’t visible beyond.
The boat rushed through the opening, immediately falling into rapid decline. Sheer walls of rock rose up several hundred feet on either side of the stream as far ahead as they could see. The seemed to be flowing through a fissure in the mountain.
The men screamed uncontrollably as the stream blasted down the sixty-degree decline, carrying them at a frightening rate of speed. The rock walls on either side threatened to dash their little boat to kindling at the slightest variance in their course.
Their hair whipped back as the wind pounded their faces. Even as fast at they were going, it still got worse. Up ahead they saw another tunnel come into view. Gideon yelled into the wind, bracing himself with the leather straps, but he was enjoying the entire ride.
There would be no room for error when they entered the tunnel. Turning to the right or left would smash the boat into the walls for sure. Nevertheless, the little boat maintained its precise position in the stream. Within seconds, they entered the tunnel at the far end. Darkness engulfed them immediately. Another lesser light appeared at the far end of the tunnel and they soon came out into the open again. The stream emptied into a larger basin, instantly diminishing their speed to almost nothing.
At the far end, the water left the basin, heading off toward distant rapids where it gained its speed again. “This is where we get off,” Gideon said. He pulled a small oar from the inside wall of the hull and began to paddle. On one side of the basin, the sheer rock wall continued to dominate all the way around to the place where the water left again. On the other side, however, there was a beautiful garden of willow trees and bright-multicolored flower arrangements.
A whistle escaped Levi’s lips as he surveyed the delicate portrait of Shaddai’s glory displayed in the garden. A slight mist hung in the air among the willows, and the sun crept through above the rock wall surrounding the garden. Gideon rowed the boat to the shore where they each got out and helped pull it up onto the bank.
There was rare beauty found in the wild bouquets, the elegantly kept paths of stone through the green grass, the vine like hair of the weeping willows, and the natural fountains running like rivulets through it all. But the sight which held Ethan’s gaze most had been unexpected.
Gideon placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder as he came up behind him. He had a feeling he might know what Ethan had found. “What is it you see?”
“Angels,” Ethan said, mystified.
Indeed, two angels stood watch in the garden. They nodded knowingly to Ethan.
“I’ve had heard some say they’ve seen angels here, but I never knew for sure. I wondered, in bringing you here, if you would see them,” Gideon admitted. “The Lord is keeping the way for the priests of Shaddai. Only those whom he wishes are able to disembark here.”
“What do you mean?” Levi asked.
“We found an assassin on this shore just after Mordred took over the palace of Emmanuel. The man was dead of unknown causes. He only ever got one foot on this bank before being struck down. Come, we’ll leave them to their work. And we must be about ours.” Gideon led them down one of the stone paths, through the trees, and deeper into the mist away from the breeching sunlight. Levi brought up the rear, still trying to catch his own glimpse of the angels but finding none.
ASSASSIN’S ASSIGNMENT
In the small village of Magog, the sorcerer Kane sat by a small fire inside his home. He usually conducted his rituals here with those who came to him for spiritual advice. So long as they were willing to pay the price, Kane would prepare for them potions and charms with which they might ensnare another man’s wife or hope for a better yield on their harvest.
Today, Kane’s client had paid an especially high price, for the desire was revenge. The villager had signed a covenant in blood in exchange for a demonic attack upon his neighbor. A heated dispute had been brewing for years, but this man had more resolve than the other did in the matter. According to custom, if a man died with no heir, as the victim would, then a neighbor could claim his land.
Kane sat across the fire from his client. He stirred a putrid mixture of herbs and animal entrails along with some of the client’s own blood in a clay bowl. The parchment bearing the man’s commitment to the set price, his own soul and his signature agreeing to the same, sat nearby with a crimson stained quill. “Do you have what I asked you to bring?” Kane asked.
The man reached into his cloak and produced a cloth. He unfolded it and removed a hairbrush. “Will this do?”
Kane took the brush and separated a wad of graying hair from the bristles. “It will.”
The sorcerer dropped the hair of the intended victim into the bowl and churned it into the mixture, reciting incantations as he did so. Among the unintelligible words, Kane added the Summoning Charm, peppering the flames with a pinch of gunpowder for effect.
The fire erupted in a flash of light much larger than Kane had expected. He and his client jumped back from the burst of flames. The fire grew in height until it stood taller than a man. The amber flame flashed again and became a bright blue, the form of a man appearing within the fire.
“My lord, Jericho?” Kane asked.
“Where is my servant Mordecai?” Jericho said from the flames.
Kane stumbled at the question. “My lord, this man requests murder for the-”
“MORDECAI!” he bellowed.
Kane bowed himself to the ground fearfully. “My lord, the priest took a weapon and went into the woods earlier today. I believe he meant to train, now that he is recovering well from his wounds.”
