backpacks.
Back in the kitchen, they went to an iron pump that was set into a wall. They gave the handle a few turns and were surprised to see it cough up clear, cold water that jetted out and soaked Vivienne’s leg. They took turns pumping and cupping the icy water to their faces to sip it. The water was slightly sweet beneath a metallic taste, but it was very refreshing. When they had drunk their fill, they emptied their warm water canteens and refilled them.
They continued up the tower. The next floor was made up of several curved reception rooms. Freya had not been in these before. There were large fireplaces that would have held Ealdstan’s enchanted fire, but they were cold and dark. It was then that Freya realised she hadn’t seen any of the pale, slightly lifeless flames anywhere in the tower’s hearths. The lamps still burned, but not the fires, and this allowed a frigid, penetrative damp to invade the tower.
On the next floor were the guest rooms, nine of them, which included the rooms that she and Daniel had stayed in, long untouched. She even recognised the way she had folded the top bedspread at the foot of her mattress. Eight years of mold and dank dominated the room. They passed on to the next floor. More rooms. Just as well furnished but of more utilitarian designs. Servants’ quarters? There had to be twelve rooms on this level. Freya had only ever seen Frithfroth and Cnafa and Cnapa around the Langtorr. Were there more, once, or had the total vision for the tower remained yet unrealised?
The fifth floor up contained the map room as well as other adjoining rooms, connecting through wide arches. Stone tables and metal chairs. Meeting rooms? Again, for whom and for what reason?
The double-helix stairway ended here-the corkscrewed design had been narrowing and coming close together and actually met to finish in a round hole. The next level was not immediately above the fifth. In fact, neither Freya nor Vivienne properly thought of it as a level since it was just a single room with two smaller ones attached. There was an iron bed, an iron washstand, a cold fireplace, and a metal stool, appearing as if they’d never been used.
Following a single, rough stairway, they arrived at Ealdstan’s rooms, which brought them to a stop. They had not taken a break in their long explorations, but before they did so, they decided to right the large stone table that Freya, Daniel, Modwyn, and the knights had sat at eight years ago. Then they sat and started going through the scattered documents.
Bundles of paper were piled on the top shelf of a thin bookcase carved into an alcove next to the window. She pulled one of them down. It was a stack of thick, brittle pages-vellum-bound with string, or more likely, dried gut, with two wooden panels for covers. There were hundreds of them.
Freya and Vivienne rested their legs and slipped their throbbing feet out of their walking boots, pressing hot soles on the soothingly cool stone floor.
“So what’s the plan now, Aunt Vivienne?” Freya asked. They were both looking at the shelves full of books and papers. “Start at the top and work our way down?”
“Not exactly. . I’ve got an idea, but let’s first make a quick inventory of what is here. I’m not sure what of use there is to find. We want to find anything that might put a perspective on Ealdstan and what the extent of his underground operations are. If there are maps of sleeping knights, or lists perhaps. .”
“Or information on Gad and Kelm?”
Vivienne nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
And so soon they were sitting amid piles and stacks of papers and books. The situation struck Freya as surreal. Here they were, perhaps half a mile underground, in a tower surrounded by attackers, deciphering ancient books and papers. She was not badly prepared for this task-she had been obsessing over old manuscripts ever since she’d left this place. The book presently before Freya seemed to be a sort of inventory log. The writing started right in on page one. She puzzled out the unfamiliar script, wrangling the obscure sentences into some sort of sense, and then marked down a contents description of the book next to a physical one.
Vivienne seemed consumed by the books. With a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose, she fell into a deep fixation with them, marvelling and gasping over them in a way that she did not in their exploration of the tower-so much so that Freya wondered if the books were not her real reason for coming here. Freya was as much a supporter of the academic process as anyone, but what was in these ancient accounts that could have any bearing on their situation?
The hours accumulated. Freya’s eyes became bleary, and it was hard for her to focus on the faded scripts before her. “Should we come back to this?” she asked Vivienne.
There was no reply from the woman who was now studying and comparing two separate books. She had a hand in each, her fingers tracing lines on the pages, her head wagging back and forth between them.
“Vivienne? Vivienne? Hello-Vivienne?”
The older woman’s head finally rose to look into hers, blinking a question.
“Shouldn’t we be exploring the rest of the tower? We can come back here, but there are more floors-more doors above us that we haven’t looked into yet.”
“It’s quiet; why don’t we let sleeping dogs lie? Here, I want to try something with you. .” Vivienne bent down and rooted around in her backpack. She pulled out an object wrapped in bits of sacking that, when removed, showed a sort of metal base with a polished silver tray area on top. Vivienne unwrapped a second object, an onion- like metal sphere that had closely spaced vertical slots and ornate carvings. It had a stud on one end and was attached to a frame by a thin silk thread. A triangular metal stand rested on the tray so that the round object, which Freya thought must be some sort of top, just touched the slightly curved surface.
“What is it?” Freya asked as she watched Vivienne set up the strange object, wondering why it was important enough to carry all the way down here. The top looked to be extremely heavy-possibly solid brass.
“This is what some have described as a ‘pansensorum,’ also a ‘synatheauraliser.’ Those are long, complicated names made up by people without the slightest idea of what this object is. It was discovered in the mid-1700s in a small village in Midlothian. It was believed to have been created before 1500, but although it is referred to in certain texts, it is not named. It is a sort of. . meditation device, although I dislike that term-it sounds too New Agey, and this is definitely
“There is a theory that the universe is made up, on one level, of vibrating strings. I don’t know if that is true, but if it is, then it partly explains how this device works, which is through sound. It’s hard to explain-far easier to show you its use. When in operation, you will hear a certain tone, a pitch. The sound will move inside you, or if you like to think of the vibration explanation, the noise will penetrate your perceptions and what you read and hear will come to life with a new vibrancy and intensity.” She peered at Freya over her glasses, perched on the end of her nose. “Would you like to try it?”
“Me try it? What do you mean? What do I do?”
“Very little. I will operate the device; you simply have to continue reading. But after a time it will not even feel as though you are reading-the visions will come shortly after that.”
“Visions?”
“Very vivid visions. Try it once. If it’s not your thing, then. . well, we’ll figure out something else.”
“Um, okay,” Freya said.
“Wonderful. Here, since you’re so fluent at reading this ancient script, you should have no trouble at all.” Vivienne pushed a codex across the table to Freya.
“When I start this in motion, just flip it open and start reading.”
Vivienne pulled a couple earplugs out of her jacket and inserted them into her ears, which Freya found disconcerting. Then Vivienne wrapped a thin leather strap around the upper part of the top and pulled it, setting the brass orb spinning.
The holes on the side uttered a harmonious buzzing sound, which, to Freya, seemed to make the entire room vibrate. The walls started to sway before her eyes, bulging and billowing like they were melting.
Alarmed, Freya looked to Vivienne, who pointed urgently to the book she had given to Freya.
Freya looked down, read the first three words written on the page, and then the dim room exploded into daylight.
CHAPTER FOUR
