“I saw something.” Nina shook her head, but pulled her eyes away and looked at Alexander. “I don’t understand it yet.”
Montross pointed to Alexander. “What about you, nephew?”
Alexander shrugged, still blinking at all the gold. “I don’t know. I just got this weird feeling of height. Like I’m floating or flying. And there are these two kids.”
Montross tilted his head. “Interesting.” He gave Nina a long look, uncertainty and distrust flashing in his eyes. Then he continued to the base of the narrow tower and looked up.
“Wait.” Alexander pointed to Montross’s sketch pad. “What did you draw?”
Montross tore off a sheet of paper, folded it four times and then, after putting his pad back in this pack over his shoulder, gave it to Alexander. “Look at that later.”
Alexander reluctantly put it in his pocket. “When?”
“You’ll know when.” He sighed and returned his attention to the tower and the crypt at the top. “Why don’t you two figure out how we get up there?”
Nina glanced around, scouting out the walls and the floor, looking for anything out of place. “There’s got to be something that would lift us up there.”
“Or,” said Alexander thoughtfully, “bring it down here.”
Montross clapped his hands. “Now that sounds more like it.” He considered the walls, the dome, thinking. But Alexander was ahead of him.
“The animals,” he said, pointing to the base around the minaret. He turned on his flashlight again to get a better look. “The creatures nearest the tower? In the first row, they’re all set up inside circles, see? And I noticed when I stepped on this dragon-creature here, the floor dropped slightly, and I heard a click.”
He stepped away, and it slowly rose back up with his weight off it. “See?”
“We see,” Nina said, turning on her light and shining it around the other animals, then to the walls. “You look for those stepping stones, I’ll look for the traps that waste you when you step on them in the wrong order.”
Montross stepped back, watching his footing. He thought for a moment, and then set down the Emerald Tablet, pulled out his necklace, so it dangled down his chest. It seemed to be vibrating, tugging alternately between the floor and its brothers, higher above. “We’re almost there. Hurry.”
He closed his eyes and winced. Held his head as he shook it. “Still there, damn it. Still there.”
“What?” Alexander asked, distracted as he moved around the tower.
Montross trembled, then waved a dismissive hand. “Something in the future.”
Alexander poked his head around the tower, then disappeared again. “Is it where you’re killed?”
“Of course. But this one in particular, this death…” Montross was still shaking his head. “It’s not cleared yet. I had hoped it would be, just by getting this far, but now it seems there’s more to do. It won’t be enough to find all the keys. We have to use them somehow.”
“I got it!” Alexander yelled. In a few seconds he appeared again. “At least, I think I do.”
“Do you or don’t you?” Nina snipped. “Did you RV it? Because if not, I’d rather you didn’t guess.”
“I didn’t, but I don’t think I need to. Look,” he insisted, “I might not have seen all the clues back at our lighthouse, but it’s like it was made for a young boy. A kid like me.”
“How so?”
“The animals, there are nine “normal” ones. You know, a monkey, a giraffe, a horse and a rhino.”
“Yes, normal,” Nina said, “if you’re in the zoo.”
“Well, normal compared to three creatures that I’d say don’t belong.”
“Three?” Montross perked up.
“Yup.” Alexander rubbed his hands. “See, it’s also almost as if he knew we’d be coming, and that there would be three of us. Just like the three keys.”
“Or,” said Montross, “he knew it would take a different form of three to do what has to be done after gaining these keys.”
“The three brothers,” Nina whispered. “So where are these three special creatures?”
Alexander shrugged. “Well, there’s the dragon, which I already found. And then there’s a gryphon and a centaur.” He looked up sharply. “Hm. So, if they’re supposed to represent the brothers, I wonder which one you are? And which one’s my dad?”
Montross smiled. “Well, since I’m the only one here, I’m picking the one I like.” He circled around until he found the centaur and stood on it. “Nina, be so kind as to set your feet upon the gryphon. And Alexander?”
“The dragon, I know.”
“So we’re sure about this?” Nina asked, standing outside the boundary of the gryphon, its forepaws raised up in attack, its jaws wide.
“Sure about nothing,” Montross said, “except that I don’t die in the next few hours. If this doesn’t bring down Genghis Khan, then we’ll need to think of something else.”
“But what about me?” Alexander asked, suddenly shivering. “Will I die?”
Montross shrugged. “No, only one of us will, and very soon.” He shot a glance to Nina.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Ready for this too.” She took a step, then brought both feet onto the gryphon’s body. It dropped, then all three circular stones turned.
Suddenly, they were all facing outward, and there was a wind, a rush of air — and all the lights went out except their two flashlights.
The main door slammed shut and something slid across it with a grating sound.
The tower rumbled and shook. Then it began to lower into the floor.
They ducked and winced, afraid of being hit by some kind of protrusion as the tower descended. It fell with incredible speed, grinding through the hole.
Shielding his eyes, Montross looked up, keeping his attention on the golden centerpiece as it roared down to their level.
I hope it stops, he thought, just as the entire structure jarred to a thundering halt. About six feet of structure remained, six feet of the tower structure until the apex upon which lay the glorious funeral barge under an open tent of white cloth. The coffin itself was more like a curved boat, carved with circles and sun-wheels and crescent moons, but no text.
As for the body that lay regally upon it, all Montross could see from this angle was an array of extravagant silk coverings and the shadowy silhouette of armor made of leather and fur, a helmet containing a grizzled face gazing skyward.
On the side he was facing, he saw three vertical indentations. Footholds.
“Nina. Now’s the time. Take your position.”
“Can we step off the circles?”
“I believe so.”
“Let’s try,” Alexander said, moving off it. In a moment, he and Nina were together with Montross.
“It’s not rising,” Nina said.
Montross set one foot in the lowest groove. “It doesn’t appear so. Maybe it was only designed to descend once. But one thing is for certain. Come with me, Alexander.” He pulled himself up to the second rung, then reached out a hand to the boy.
“I’m not going up there.”
“Yes you are. And I’ll tell you the one thing I have seen for certain.”
Alexander took his hand, and Montross pulled him up. “When I take these keys, when I lift the body of the great Genghis Khan to retrieve them, a door will open and we’ll see your father again. Along with a lot of trigger-happy soldiers.”
Nina walked away, into the deeper shadows against the farthest wall, taking from her pack the sniper rifle and night-vision scope.