“These days,” said Freya, “everyone is educated. People without any money can know as much as kings and queens. Pretty much.”
“Remarkable,” said Ecgbryt. “Yes, that was ?lfred’s dream.”
“So, tell me,” said Swi?gar, “with all of these machines and abilities-are people happy?”
“I think so,” said Freya. “Yes, happier than if they didn’t have all these things.”
“Are they kind? Do they treat each other with honour?”
“Maybe not as much as they could,” Daniel said. “Maybe not much at all, actually.”
“They still fight, then? There are wars? People are hungry?
They hate each other?”
“So what?” Freya said. “Were things any better in your time, whenever that was?”
“Hmm,” Swi?gar grunted. “In faith, no, they were not. There were constant wars and many battles in our lifetime, as well as hunger and hate and hardship. This only serves to prove what none from my time wanted to admit to themselves-that men and women of any type, of any nation, of any advantage, at any time, will always war with, steal from, and take advantage of each other, no matter what is done to try to help them improve their lives. No matter what the advantages-education, riches, comfort-men will still tend towards evil.”
“Do you think there’s anything that can stop that?” Daniel asked.
“It seems not,” said Swi?gar. “It seems that people carry corruption around inside of them wherever they go.”
“You mean we can’t do anything?”
“I mean that we must do everything, but that even that may not be enough.”
They walked in silence for a while, contemplating the pessimism in that statement.
“Is it much farther?” Daniel asked after a time.
“Not at all,” Swi?gar replied, and he was shortly proven to be right. Within a few hundred paces, branching tunnels started to join their own, widening their way, not dividing it. The path they were walking on grew wider and the ceiling gradually rose higher, giving them that odd shrinking sensation again. The echo of their footsteps gradually faded away and then disappeared altogether and the walls around them grew darker as they became more distant.
Swi?gar and Ecgbryt slowed, obviously cautious. They moved from the centre of the tunnel to the side, walking along the righthand wall. Eventually they stopped and lowered their torches.
“What is it?” asked Freya, suddenly fearful again.
“Shh! Liss,” Ecgbryt breathed, motioning them to stop.
Daniel and Freya strained to hear. Coming from the blackness in front of them they heard a faint scrabbling noise.
As they strained to see what might be making this sound, they realised they were staring into nothingness. Looking up, they could just trace the outline of the edge of the natural archway that opened into an unknowably large area. Cold, stale air swept over them in a chilling wave. “Where are we?” Daniel asked in an awed voice.
“At the mouth to one of the entrances to the Ni?erland.”
“Are we still underground?”
“Yes. It is a large plain-mostly flat-supported by large natural pillars. Now, silence.”
As Daniel and Freya squinted, they made out a line of faint, pale-yellow pinpricks of light running straight across their field of vision. The lights were extremely dim and noticeable only if you did not look directly at them. They could hear distant voices arguing and shouting.
Daniel and Freya felt sick with anticipation now. “What’s going on?” Daniel whispered.
It was a few moments before Swi?gar answered in a low voice, “I know not, but now we must move in silence and darkness, not to be seen or heard.” To Ecgbryt he commanded, “We will extinguish the torches here, bro?or.”
They did so, plunging everything into such an empty darkness that Daniel and Freya gave quiet gasps. Then each of them felt one of the knight’s hands on their back, and they were pushed forward.
For a time Daniel and Freya felt as if they were walking in nothingness. It was completely dark except for the fallen starfield of campfire lights. As their eyes adjusted to the almost tangible darkness, they started to distinguish the dim shapes of landscape that lay flat on the top of each other, broken by pillars of stone rising up on either side, reaching up and vanishing towards an unseen ceiling.
In the distance was a dim glow-an arc of faint light like a misty haze. Freya, who had spent some time camping up north, knew that this was the light that cities often gave out at nighttime.
That must be where Ni?ergeard was.
As they went farther, they found that the ground wasn’t as flat as they had thought-there were slight rises and falls and chasms that spewed cold air that had been spanned by bridges.
Stalagmites rose ahead and to either side of them with bases larger than tree trunks and tops that vanished into the darkness.
The curious scrabbling sound grew louder and the individual noises became separate and more distinct. There was a low chattering noise, a dusty scraping, and some intermittent clanking.
The pinpricks of light that ran in a line across the landscape gradually grew larger, but not much brighter, as they approached them.
Freya and Daniel soon discovered they were pale campfires, burning with a dirty flame. The travelers proceeded with slow caution from stalagmite to stalagmite. Crouching close to one column, they saw shapes flicker in front of them-fast, darting shapes, very similar to those that had attacked them in the tunnels. Rasping voices could just be heard. Daniel strained his ears but could make out only a few phrases, but those phrases didn’t make any sense.
“. . . and three more spoon measures make twenty pebbles’ worth for the final measure,” explained a grating voice.
“Eight twenties make one and sixty; from two hundreds and twenty, that leaves sixty,” came a creaky reply. This comment was met with a few grunts of annoyance.
“Between eight,” continued the second voice, straining slightly, “that’s another seven pebbles’ worth each, at least! Too mean, too mean by far!” There was a slap of a palm against the bare ground and a chorus of voices rumbling with indignation. “Weigh again! Weigh again, and rats take your toes! I’m so hungry my teeth tingle!” There were further odd curses and then a rattling clank.
“To my ear and eye,” whispered Ecgbryt, withdrawing slightly, “they are the kith and kind of the creature whose head and hand I have in my belt.”
“Agreed,” said Swi?gar. “And likely as friendly. We need a path through.”
“I fear they have the whole plain surrounded. We could charge them and try to break through the weakest point,” Ecgbryt suggested.
“Even without the lifiendes, I would fear . . .” Swi?gar’s voice drifted off. “No,” he decided, “we should investigate the Neothstream. Its waters run beneath the city. We may gain entry that way.”
Ecgbryt was silent for a time and then replied, “Very well. Be it so.”
“This way, ??elingas,” Swi?gar commanded. “Follow me. Do not talk; the price of an overheard word may be our lives. There might be guards or patrols at any point, especially as we near the water’s head.”
They turned and crept through the dark, hunching low to the ground. Freya wondered what time it was in the real world. How long had they been walking? Was it as dark up there as it was under here?
She doubted it. There were no stars here, no street lamps, no houselights, only the dingy little campfires of those disgusting creatures. Her breath became short and erratic as her emotions were pulled deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of worry. She wasn’t afraid of the dark but couldn’t help wondering what things there were in the darkness that she couldn’t see, or wouldn’t want to see, or couldn’t even imagine. She felt her eyes grow hot. She blinked a couple times, and then tears were flowing.
She kept her sobbing quiet-sometimes choking back her cries, sometimes drawing breath in wide gulps, but always being careful to move forward at the same pace.