When they had cleared a hand’s-width channel about two feet in length, he was finally able to see what they were excavating. It was smooth and dark with a gently-angled edge. The exposed surface was slightly convex. Encouraged, Dane produced a larger digging tool, a small shovel with a wide blade that Bones liked to call his “beach toy”, and began scooping away the soil in large chunks. Jade tapped her wrist, and he consulted his dive watch. They had been down longer than he had thought. They had five minutes to get this thing out of the ground and start their return with a reasonable amount of time to spare. After Jade’s near-disaster, he wasn’t willing to take chances. They each carried a pony tank, but he would prefer to avoid using them altogether.
They worked fast, and soon had all but a thin layer of dirt and clay cleared from what he no longer thought of as an object, but an artifact. He swept the dirt away until his gloved fingertips touched the surface. It was hard and smooth with regular raised bumps and lines. His fingers searched for the edge, and found it, squared off and a half-inch thick. Increasingly confident in the solidity and durability of the artifact, he worked the edge of his shovel around the sides, clearing away the debris, while Jade brushed the surface clean.
When the object was fully exposed, they paused, letting the silt drift away. As the water cleared, the object seemed to rise up toward them. It was a breastplate, though its thickness and apparent weight made it obvious to Dane that no man had ever worn it. Time and the elements had turned it almost black, but in the glow of the dive lamps he could discern raised markings. His heart pounded with eager anticipation as the two of them grasped it by opposite edges and pulled.
Nothing.
They tried again, but it would not budge. He checked his dive watch and found that they had less than two minutes. Retrieving his small digging tool, he worked it under one edge, and tried to pry it up, but to no effect. Jade did the same on her side. He reminded himself that, if need be, they could come back with better tools and fresh tanks. After five hundred years, the thing wasn’t going anywhere soon, but he was stubborn enough to not want to leave it for even a short while. He managed to get the titanium blade underneath the breastplate, and levered it back and forth, working it along the edge. Soon he had enough leverage to try and pry it up from the bottom. Hoping that it was as sturdy as he reckoned, he braced his feet on the floor and lifted. The breastplate budged a millimeter, then two, and then it broke free with a massive upsurge of dirt and clay.
Knowing they were on borrowed time, Dane motioned for Jade to help him with the breastplate, which was sitting on its edge on the well floor. She took hold of it, while he opened his mesh bag, pulled out two sturdy straps, and secured them around the breastplate. Where they crossed in the middle, he hooked a quick-connect, then snapped that onto a thick, folded object. Jade tilted her head questioningly. He unsnapped his pony tank from his belt, and secured it to a valve. Jade nodded and gave him a “thumbs-up” as the object grew into a torpedo-shaped bladder with two handles on the top. He took hold of the bladder, and lifted, the added buoyancy making it an easy burden. He was about to lead the way out when Jade pointed at his feet.
He looked down to where they had pulled up the breastplate. The silt had drifted away to reveal a dark circle embedded in the floor. A sigil, a cross inside a clover, was engraved in it. Jade dove down and began trying to work it free.
It looks like a seal, Dane thought. A cold certainty swept over him, and he shook his head. He wanted to shout, for all the good it would do. He watched as if in slow motion as Jade gave a twist, and the edge of the seal crumbled. Cracks appeared in the surface, and then it imploded. Knowing she had screwed up big-time, Jade turned and headed for tunnel leading out, with Dane right behind her. Giant bubbles burst forth and then a muffled sucking sound filled the watery cavern. The gentle current was now a daunting foe, and he struggled to make headway, the breastplate dragging him down.
A chunk of rock bounced of his mask, knocking it askew and letting a in a small trickle of water. The ceiling was coming down! Invisible hands pulled at him, seeking to draw him back into the well. He was in the shaft, but he was making little progress. His legs burned, and his aching lungs reminded him that air would soon be in short supply. Letting go of the breastplate with his right hand, he grabbed for the side of the tunnel, searching for a handhold. His legs still doing double-time, his fingertips found a crack in the rock and he pulled himself forward. He hoped Jade had made it out.
He suddenly felt himself being hauled forward, and he was dimly aware of a gloved hand clutching his shoulder. He kicked and paddled as Jade pulled him into a recessed area on the side of the tunnel. Thick vertical cracks ran down the wall. Still fighting the current, he shoved his free hand into one the cracks, made a fist and twisted until it was wedged tightly. Jade had done the same, and she wrapped her free arm around both him and the breastplate, helping him hold on.
The current raged, and Dane’s legs were slowly pulled out from under him. He kicked furiously as he felt himself drawn inexorably toward the well and certain death. Jade still clutched him tightly, and he was glad to know she was still holding on as well. His shoulder screamed in agony, and he feared it would pop out of its socket, but he tensed his muscles and held on. Dirt and debris battered them as it was sucked down the tunnel and into the well.
And then his hand slipped.
It happened suddenly. One moment his fist was painfully wedged in the rock, the next instant he was pulled free, taking Jade with him.
A tremendous crash sounded in the darkness behind them, loud in the watery tunnel, and then they were hurled back up the channel, away from the well. He careened into one wall, then another. He tumbled forward, the breastplate banging painfully against his shin. He was flipped upside down, and he crashed into a wall of stone, his breath leaving him along with his mouthpiece, and he slid to the bottom amidst a shower of dirt and rock.
Woozy, he tried to get a handle on his wits. He found his mouthpiece, forced it between his teeth, and tried to breathe, but his lungs were constricted from the blow. Schooling himself to calmness, he relaxed. It was no easy task to will himself to be at ease underwater in the dark, but soon he was able to take a sip of air. A few more tentative gasps and he was breathing again. He did not need to look at his dive watch to know he would soon need his reserve tank. He felt for it at his hip, and was not completely surprised to find it gone.
Righting himself, he tried to get his bearings. The well must have finally collapsed, re-sealing the hole Jade had opened, and sending the wave of water that had sent them shooting back up the tunnel. That was good. It meant that he was closer to the way out. But how to find their way in the dark?
He ran his hand along the wall, and discovered that he had struck a sharp curve in the channel. Trailing a hand along the edge, he swam forward, hoping he was headed in the right direction. Several times he collided with obstacles, or banged into the opposite wall in particularly narrow stretches of the tunnel, but he kept moving forward. The darkness was absolute. If I hit the collapsed well, I’m dead. I’ll never make it back from there. The thought did not strike him with fear so much as it disappointed him. He wasn’t ready to go. Where is Bones when I need him?
A faint glimmer appeared far ahead of him, and then a bar of yellow light sliced through the dirty water. Jade was somewhere up ahead with a flashlight. He swam furiously, the light shining brighter as the intervening space grew smaller. Before he knew it, Jade was with him. She took hold of the breastplate and together they swam out of the murky tunnel.