Rogue Angel - Restless Soul Part 4

"All the rain," she said, her voice cracking with nervousness. "Yesterday, and today. That underground river is rising quickly. We might soon be dealing with a considerable flood."

Again she felt for the sword at the edge of her mind. This time its presence offered no comfort. It couldn't do anything to keep the rising water at bay.

4.

"Up! This is flooding!" Luartaro headed toward a section of the chamber wall that looked the most uneven. "Annja, Zakkarat, come on! Move!" Despite his shouts, his voice registered authority rather than panic.

Zakkarat began to chatter nervously in Thai.

It was nothing Annja could decipher, though she felt the fear in his voice. He scrambled toward Luartaro, the light from the lantern he carried bouncing and creating a dizzying effect.

Annja watched the water.

It rose noticeably in the pa.s.sing of a few heartbeats.

She cursed silently. When she started out that morning, it hadn't crossed her mind that all the rain would affect her exploration of the caves. She should have considered the possibility. She should have realized there could be flash floods-especially since the cave they visited yesterday had a river running through the middle of it, what the pamphlets called "active." Being on vacation had made her mind numb.

They should be reasonably safe, she hoped, as the water likely wouldn't reach the top of the chamber-the roof was so high. Nevertheless, she knew they must look for a way out just to be certain. There was no telling how long the water would remain high and keep them prisoner.

She heard a scuffing sound and turned around.

Luartaro was climbing up the wall toward the dark cleft. The muscles in his back and arms strained and rolled. He glanced back and called to her again.

She looked at the nearest coffin, then back at the water.

The river could conceivably reach the coffins or perhaps completely cover them. Would it damage the ancient teak?

Annja winced at the thought. They should be all right, she decided. No doubt this chamber had flooded in the past, what with the annual rainy season and the monsoons. Perhaps all the rising river was the explanation for no bodies-the water had washed them away and left behind only the heavy teak coffins and the most c.u.mbersome pieces of pottery. Maybe the water had even rearranged where the coffins had been originally placed.

Free me.

She hadn't imagined the voice. She distinctly heard those two words now. They hadn't come from the coffins, though. It was as if they'd traveled through the very stone of the cave and seeped into her head. It echoed like a child calling down into a canyon.

Had Luartaro heard it?

"Lu, did you hear-"

"Annja! Now! We have to get out of here!"

The water swirled around the soles of her boots.

Zakkarat continued to babble in Thai, his words laced with anger.

There was another scuffing sound, and a heartbeat later Luartaro's hand touched Annja's shoulder. He'd climbed back down to get her.

"Annja, we have to leave. It isn't safe here, and that tunnel's flooded. I used to free dive, but not even an Olympic swimmer could hold his breath long enough to get back out that way. Come! The water isn't going to bother the coffins. No doubt they've been flooded before." He shook her. "Please hurry."

She focused her thoughts and turned to face him.

The light was low, as Zakkarat had set his lantern inside one of the coffins by the far wall. Luartaro's face was heavily shadowed, making the angles and planes of it more p.r.o.nounced and striking.

Did she love him? The question seemed to materialize in her thoughts as mysteriously as the voice did.

His unblinking gaze caught hers.

"The water is-"

"I know," Annja said. "Rising fast. This might as well be a monsoon."

She let out a deep breath and hurried to the wall and started climbing. There were pitons in her pack; she'd discovered that while she investigated the contents during the ride in the Jeep. She didn't need them, however, as she was able to wedge her fingers and the toes of her boots into crevices; natural handholds were abundant.

The muscles in her arms strained as she pulled herself higher. Below her, the water made sounds like the gentle, sonorous noise of a wave meeting a beach.

Zakkarat still chattered, though now she could make out a few English words in the mix. Hurry. Drown. My fault. Hurry. Drown. My fault. The words were mixed with an interesting mishmash of Thai and English profanity. The words were mixed with an interesting mishmash of Thai and English profanity.

Annja certainly understood his frustration. She wasn't overly afraid, but she was disappointed. She would have liked to examine the coffins and the carvings she'd noted on one wall. She could have spent hours ruminating over what the people might have been like. She'd intended to take plenty of pictures. And then there was the echoing voice begging for her help....

Within the pa.s.sing of a few heartbeats she was at the mouth of the dark corridor, grabbing her flashlight and shining it in.

"This tunnel looks to go on for a while," she called down to Luartaro and Zakkarat. "And it's wide enough that they could have easily brought the coffins in through it and lowered them into the chamber. There's a painting on the wall, too, like the one in Tham Lod Cave. The ancient people came this way."

She turned and peered over the edge. Luartaro grabbed the lantern and waited patiently behind Zakkarat, who had started to climb but nearly slid back down.

Annja cringed when she saw Zakkarat step onto the edge of one of the coffins for a boost.

She'd been so distracted by her thoughts and the water-and the odd, cold sensation that had plagued her off and on-that she hadn't been thinking clearly.

She should have taken one of the coils of rope from the men. She could be lowering it down at this very moment and helping Zakkarat. He was in good shape, but his large pack made him clumsy and off balance.

She should have come out here alone and not put anyone else in jeopardy. "Wake up, Annja," she muttered.

She knelt and extended her hand as far as she could reach. "Grab it!" she called out.

A few moments later Zakkarat did just that, and she tugged him up to the narrow shelf.

She took some rope from him and started to drop it over the side.

"I don't need it," Luartaro said. Pack over one shoulder, coil of rope over the other and lantern in one hand, he managed roughly the same hand-and footholds that Annja had used. He expended more energy than her, however, as the rings of sweat under his arms were deep by the time he reached her.

"Annja, I watched you in my country and thought you were athletic then. Beautifully so. But here...seeing you climb this stone...you are very impressive."

She shrugged. "I like watching you, too. I like the outdoors. And I work out a bit." She smiled and stared down into the chamber.

The water had covered nearly the entire floor and shimmered darkly under the light from the lantern. Annja took a few pictures of the coffins from her high vantage point, knowing they would turn out dark but wanting to preserve the memory of this place.

"After you, Annja." Luartaro gestured at the opening. He smiled. "Ladies first, as they say."

Ladies first just so I'll get going, Annja thought. "How thoughtful, Lu. Thanks," she said. Not that she minded; she preferred leading the way.

She stuffed the flashlight in her pack, camera into the plastic bag in a pocket, then took the lantern from him and stepped through the opening.

The air was close and musty and she picked up a trace of guano. Bats had been there, but not for quite some time or not in any great numbers.

She ran the fingers of her free hand along the wall as she walked. The stone was smooth and cool, and she would have allowed herself to linger and enjoy the sensation were she not in a hurry.

The ascent was so steep that at first she thought the corridor was an aven, a pa.s.sage that rises toward the surface. But after fifty or so yards it took a steep downturn and a gentle crook to what she guessed was the east.

"Watch your step, Zakkarat." The guide was right behind her. "The floor's uneven, and there are some hollow spots."

"I have not been here before," he told her. "I would have remembered this. And all those coffins...I would have remembered them, too. I have not been in this particular cave. I took a wrong turn somewhere. Should have brought a map, I know. I should not have trusted my memory. So very sorry, miss. This is not Ping Yah." He rattled off more words in Thai.

She realized he'd never said her name, nor had they ever been properly introduced. He probably never bothered to learn the names of tourists he guided-no practical reason for it, as there were so many and they were only briefly in his life.

"Annja," she said. "My name is Annja Creed. And don't be sorry, Zakkarat. The coffins are magnificent. In much better shape than the ones you showed us in Tham Lod. I hope we can find more."

"I have never been this way, Annjacreed," he said. He made a worried tsking sound, and she heard him tap his helmet. "Not that I remember, at least. I have gotten us horribly lost and-"

"I say again, I'm not worried," Annja cut in. She truly meant it.

"Me, neither." Luartaro said from behind them. "I consider this just a grand adventure, Zakkarat. Something to make my vacation more remarkable. We'll find a way out of here. Lost is just a temporary condition."

Despite her confidence, Annja's stomach clenched several minutes later when the pa.s.sage led down into a small chamber flooded with river water.

She couldn't say why, but she instantly thought of Roux as she glanced at the surface of the water. It looked as black as oil, still and mysterious. Annja hadn't seen Roux in quite some time, and she knew that he would admonish her when she met up with him again and told him about her Thailand excursion. And she would would tell him all about it. tell him all about it.

He'd say that she shouldn't have ventured into active caves after there'd been so much rain and that she certainly shouldn't have taken Zakkarat and Luartaro with her, risking their lives. That if she was going to investigate whatever it was that niggled at her brain, she should have done it on her own.

No doubt he'd also grill her about Luartaro, and perhaps scold her for being so impetuous and flying halfway around the world with a man she'd only known for a few days.

The "old man" as she thought of him sometimes took a great interest in her personal life, like a father might. But they were bound together by history and the sword, not by blood. Maybe Roux wouldn't care about her relationship with Luartaro.

She shook her head to chase away the thoughts and tentatively waded forward into the water. It was cool, but not uncomfortably so. She was thankful it was summer, as at any other time of the year she would be shivering from being so wet and so far under the mountain.

The ground continued to slope down and soon the water was around her knees, and then her thighs.

She reached into her back pocket for her digital camera. Even though it was in plastic, she didn't want to take a chance it would get ruined. She put it in her shirt pocket and moved ahead.

Behind her, Zakkarat chattered anxiously and softly in Thai-it had the phrasings and rhythms of a prayer.

"We'll get out of here," Luartaro rea.s.sured them. His voice didn't carry quite the confidence it had held before. "We'll find a way out of this. It won't be too long."

Annja moved the lantern in a steady arc as she went, and when the water swirled around her waist she spotted another dark slash in the rocks directly ahead. She took a couple of steps toward it, and the current tugged her gently in that direction.

"Follow me," Annja said as she headed toward the only apparent exit. She went slowly, feeling forward with each step and encountering jagged rocks here and there.

Faint squeaks came from overhead. "Bats." She gestured upward with the lantern. "A lot of them from the sound of it. They got in here somehow, and if they can get in and out, hopefully we can find a way out."

The guano hadn't been fresh enough in the pa.s.sage behind them, so the bats had to have flown in another way.

Roux would definitely chastise her about this, she decided, and it would be justified. But maybe he would also smile when she told him they'd been saved by bat droppings.

She ventured into the next tunnel that she came across, this one wider at the base and roughly egg-shaped. She thought for a moment the route was taking her deeper still, but it was only a depression she had stepped in. After a few more yards, the floor rose again and the water dropped back down to her thighs.

Bats rustled above her. A good sign, she thought. Several of them flew away, in the direction Annja was traveling. A better sign.

Moments later, the water was only to her knees and she emerged in a chamber. The wider end of it rose above the waterline, and a half dozen of the teak coffins were evenly s.p.a.ced on a limestone shelf.

Annja headed straight toward them, shrugging off Zakkarat's hand on her arm.

"Annjacreed," Zakkarat said, "the pa.s.sage continues over there. See? And we-"

"And we will follow it," she said. "In a minute." She paused. "Give me just a minute, please."

"These coffins are magnificent!" Luartaro took the lantern from Annja so she could more easily take pictures of the coffins. He held the lantern high and turned it up to improve the lighting.

"No bones in these, either. Wait-" He stepped forward, climbing onto the shelf and standing between two of the coffins. "Here's one, a body! It's small and like a mummy. A body!"

Annja climbed up next to him and took several pictures. "Mummified," she observed. "Look how tight the skin is...what's left of it. This is amazing. They must have done something to preserve the flesh because otherwise in this damp climate it would have rotted away."

A silence settled, save for the squeaking of bats hanging in crevices in the ceiling and the soft shushing sound Zakkarat made by pacing in a shallow strip of water.

"I don't think anyone has been here for a very long time," Annja said. She pointed to another coffin that held an even smaller body. It was a skeleton with pots arranged around its legs. "Local archaeologists would have moved these things to a museum. The bodies would have been studied and medically scanned."

"Or looters would have stolen them." Zakkarat slipped forward and peered into the far coffin. "Old jewelry here. Ugly, old jewelry. But someone would think it is worth something because it is old and ugly. Historical significance. Maybe we are the first here since...since these people died."

Annja doubted it, but certainly no looters or serious archaeologists had been there. "Thank you for getting us lost, Zakkarat," she said.

She took several more pictures. "Truly, thank you. We'll have to make our own map to this place so people can come back here and get these things to a museum. Maybe get a film crew in here. And so we can come back when it's a little drier. I think my vacation has just been extended." Her mind whirled with the possibilities of bringing in a film crew and taping a special for the network.

Free me.

She froze and stared at the small body. Free it? No, she still got the sense that the voice was coming through the stone, not from one of the coffins.

Free me.

The words were no louder than they'd been before, so she had no way of knowing if she was closer to her mysterious goal.

"We could take the artifacts, some of them at least," Zakkarat suggested. "Maybe we should take the child's body, Annjacreed."

Annja shook her head. "We don't have the means to do it properly. Everything needs to be recorded and-"

Free me.