He cupped his hands together and lowered them into the lake.
“No,” Amanda said.
Ray splashed water over his face. “Man, that feels good.” He splashed more water, rubbing his wet hands over his cheeks and the back of his neck. “Makes me want to soak my feet.” He started to unlace a boot.
“Do not remove your boots,” the voice said.
“Ah,” Ray said. “Welcome back. I thought you might have fallen asleep.”
“For the forty hours, I do not sleep.”
“Right. You want to share our pain. The boots. Is that where the explosives are?”
The voice did not reply.
“If not, maybe you won’t care if I put my feet in the water, even though my boots are on.”
“I don’t advise it.”
“Then I’ll just rinse my face again.”
Ray lowered his hands toward the water. A snake’s fangs darted from the surface, streaking toward one of Ray’s fingers. He screamed and lurched back, falling. “Mygodmygod,” he blurted, scurrying from the water.
Amanda felt numbness spread through her. Some of the ripples, she saw now, weren’t caused by the breeze. Snakes. The lake was infested by snakes. All of a sudden, the water churned with them.
Ray’s eyes were wild. He jerked his hands toward his face, staring at them. “Did it bite me? Did it bite me?”
“Snakes. I can’t bear…” Viv bent over, retching.
“You son of a bitch,” Derrick shouted toward the sky. “Those look like water moccasins! They don’t belong in the mountains! You put them here!”
“The obstacle race and the scavenger hunt,” the voice said.
“The scavenger hunt?”
“In winter, when the lake froze, the townspeople used to cut blocks of ice and store them in the mine. In summer, the ice kept the town’s meat from spoiling.”
“Mine? Townspeople? Ice? What are you talking about?” Ray shouted. “I nearly got bit by a snake, for God’s sake, and you’re babbling about ice?”
“Wait a minute,” Amanda insisted. “What town?”
“Avalon. But you’ll learn that soon enough.”
Viv wiped vomit from her lips. “The ruined building Amanda mentioned. You want us to go there.”
“As quickly as possible. You wasted time and skipped a step.”
“In the obstacle race and the scavenger hunt.” Amanda stared toward the rippling snakes in the water.
4
They hiked from the lake. Climbing the slope, passing sagebrush and rocks, they conserved energy and followed the zig-zag pattern they’d used earlier.
“You need to have a name for me,” the voice said. “From now on, refer to me as the Game Master.”
To Amanda, the name had the sound of doom.
They reached a plateau halfway up the rise and faced the ruins of a building. Its walls were stone. The left side had collapsed. The roof was made of wood, the beams of which had fallen. The wood was gray with age.
“All by itself up here. Long. Narrow. Feels like it might have been a church,” Amanda said.
“Definitely was.” Viv pointed to the left, where a large wooden cross lay among a chaos of stones.
The group cautiously approached what seemed to have been the entrance.
“Look. The altar’s still intact,” Derrick marveled.
Peering deeply within the toppled structure, Amanda saw a horizontal slab of rock propped on two vertical ones.
“Where did the slabs come from?” Viv asked. “These walls of rock…”
“The mine,” Ray said. “The voice referred to…” Ray paused and corrected himself. “The Game Master referred to a mine.”
“And a town called Avalon.” Derrick turned toward the valley. “There. Look. Below us. Before the narrow end of the lake.”
Despite the brim of Amanda’s cap, her eyes were pained by the stark sun. Squinting down, she saw collapsed buildings partially obscured by sagebrush. The ruins were arranged in rectangular grids. The long spaces between them were once streets, she guessed.
“Avalon. Sounds familiar,” Derrick said.
“I once woke up in a resort in New Jersey called Avalon,” Ray told him. “I had a terrible hangover and none of the five grand I won playing blackjack in Atlantic City.”
“King Arthur,” Amanda said.
They stared at her.
“The Knights of the Round Table?” Viv sounded baffled. “What’s that Disney movie? The Sword in the Stone? Camelot?”
“After Arthur was killed in his final battle, a group of women took his body to a place called Avalon. According to legend, he remains alive there, in a trance, waiting to return when the world needs him.”
“Coming back from the dead.” Viv entered the church, stepping on piles of rocks.
“Careful.” Derrick went next. “After what happened at the lake, I get the feeling traps are part of the game.”
Amanda studied the rubble, saw nothing that made her suspicious, and followed.
Ahead, a board creaked when Viv cautiously pulled it away. “What if there are snakes?”
“They wouldn’t be water moccasins. They’d be rattlers,” Derrick said. “They’d be making noise to warn us away.”
“I know that in my head. The trouble is, I need to convince myself to believe it.” Viv climbed behind the stone slab that formed the altar. She peered down at her companions. “I bet I’m the first woman who ever stood up here.”
“See anything that might help?” Derrick asked.
“There’s something engraved on the altar.” Viv blew dust from the slab. “It’s hard to read.” She concentrated. “The Sepulcher of Worldly Desires.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ray asked.
The Sepulcher of Worldly Desires. Amanda felt something stir in her memory, a phrase that reminded her of the words on the altar. But before she could remember, Viv studied the screen on her GPS receiver and distracted her.
“According to this, we’re at the coordinates the voice…” Viv corrected herself. “… the Game Master gave us. The receiver’s accurate to within ten feet. So, what are we supposed to notice?”
Derrick looked around. “Remember what he said about geocaching. Objects can be disguised until it’s almost impossible to find them. He mentioned something that looked like a grasshopper but wasn’t.”
“He also mentioned a rock that turned out to have something inside.” Ray’s voice rose with excitement. He surveyed the countless rocks around them, then hesitated, asking Derrick, “No snakes?”
“We’re making so much noise, they’d be rattling.”
“You keep saying that. But how many rattlesnakes did you come across on Mount Everest?” Before Derrick could respond to the sarcasm, Ray gingerly picked up a rock and shook it. “Doesn’t feel hollow.” He shook another. “Not this one, either.”
Amanda stooped, mustered courage, and picked up a rock. No threat was under it. “This one’s real.”
“So are these.” Derrick warily picked up one rock after another. “They’re all real.”
“Keep searching!” Ray told him.
Their thirst overwhelmed their apprehension. All around Amanda, rocks flew, clattering.
“Too many. This could take all day.” Amanda tried to keep despair from her voice. “We don’t have time. If he hid something in a rock, why would he use that as an example when he described the game? Too obvious. He wanted to mislead us.”
“I’m too thirsty to think straight.” Ray looked around desperately. “If it isn’t a hollow rock, what else would seem ordinary and yet hide something?”
“The wooden beams from the roof,” Viv said quickly.
“Yes!” Ray grabbed a fractured section of a beam. “Too heavy.” He grabbed another. “Not hollow.” He grabbed a third one. “The same bullshit as the rocks. We’re not going to… Wait.” He raised a fourth chunk from a fallen beam. “This feels like plastic.”