His light didn’t shine very far through the murky water, so he swam the walls, around and around, high and low. Down here the water was cold, and he swam faster to keep warm. There were rows of arched windows on both sides, with rows of circular windows above them, but they had been covered over with wood on the outside; the only light was from Deaver’s flashlight. Finally, though, after a couple of times around the room and across the ceiling, he figured it was just one big room. And except for the garbage all over the floor, it was empty.
Already he felt the deep pain of disappointment. He forced himself to ignore it. After all, it wouldn’t be right out here in a big room like this, would it? There had to be a secret treasury.
There were a couple of doors. The small one in the middle of the wall at one end was wide open. Once there must have been stairs leading up to it. Deaver swam over there and shone his light in. Just another room, smaller this time. He found a couple more rooms, but they had all been stripped, right down to the stone. Nothing at all.
He tried examining some of the stones to look for secret doors, but he gave up pretty soon-he couldn’t see well enough from the flashlight to find a thin crack even if it was there. Now the disappointment was real. As he swam along, he began to wonder if maybe the truckers hadn’t known he was listening. Maybe they made it all up just so someday he’d do this. Some joke, where they wouldn’t even see him make a fool of himself.
But no, no, that couldn’t be it. They believed it, all right. But he knew now what they didn’t know. Whatever the Mormons did here in the old days, there wasn’t any gold in the upper rooms now. So much for the future. But what the hell, he told himself, I got here, I saw it, and I’ll find something else. No reason not to be cheerful about it.
He didn’t fool himself, and there was nobody else down here to fool. It was bitter. He’d spent a lot of years thinking about bars of gold or bags of it. He’d always pictured it hidden behind a curtain. He’d pull on the curtain and it would billow out in the water, and here would be the bags of gold, and he’d just take them out and that would be it. But there weren’t any curtains, weren’t any hidey holes, there was nothing at all, and if he had a future, he’d have to find it somewhere else.
He swam back to the door leading to the stairway. Now he could see the pile of garbage better, and it occurred to him to wonder how it got there. Every other room was completely empty. The garbage couldn’t have been carried in by the water, because the only windows that were open were in the steeple, and they were above the water line. He swam close and picked up a piece. It was metal. They were all metal, except a few stones, and it occurred to him that this might be it after all. If you’re hiding a treasure, you don’t put it in bags or ingots, you leave it around looking like garbage and people leave it alone.
He gathered up as many of the thin metal pieces as he could carry in one hand and swam carefully up the stairwell. Lehi would have to come down now and help him carry it up; they could make bags out of their shirts to carry lots of it at a time.
He splashed out into the air and then walked backward up the last few steps and across the submerged floor. Lehi was still sitting on the sill, and now Rain was there beside him, her bare feet dangling in the water. When he got there he turned around and held out the metal in his hands. He couldn’t see their faces well, because the outside of the facemask was blurry with water and kept catching sunlight.
“You scraped your knee,” said Rain.
Deaver handed her his flashlight and now that his hand was free, he could pull his mask off and look at them. They were very serious. He held out the metal pieces toward them. “Look what I found down there.”
Lehi took a couple of metal pieces from him. Rain never took her eyes from Deaver’s face.
“It’s old cans, Deaver,” Lehi said quietly.
“No it isn’t,” said Deaver. But he looked at his fistful of metal sheets and realized it was true. They had been cut down the side and pressed flat, but they were sure enough cans.
“There’s writing on it,” said Lehi. “It says, Dear Lord heal my girl Jenny please I pray.”
Deaver set down his handful on the sill. Then he took one, turned it over, found the writing. “Forgive my adultery I will sin no more.”
Lehi read another. “Bring my boy safe from the plains O Lord God.”
Each message was scratched with a nail or a piece of glass, the letters crudely formed.
“They used to say prayers all day in the temple, and people would bring in names and they’d say the temple prayers for them,” said Rain. “Nobody prays here now, but they still bring the names. On metal so they’ll last.”
“We shouldn’t read these,” said Lehi. “We should put them back.”
There were hundreds, maybe thousand of those metal prayers down there. People must come here all the time, Deaver realized. The Mormons must have a regular traffic coming here and leaving these things behind. But nobody told me.
“Did you know about this?”
Rain nodded.
“You brought them here, didn’t you.”
“Some of them. Over the years.”
“You knew what was down there.”
She didn’t answer.
“She told you not to come,” said Lehi. “You knew about this too?”
“I knew people came, I didn’t know what they did.”
And suddenly the magnitude of it struck him. Lehi and Rain had both known. All the Mormons knew, then. They all knew, and he had asked again and again, and no one had told him. Not even his friends.
“Why’d you let me come out here?”
“Tried to stop you,” said Rain.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
She looked him in the eye. “Deaver, you would’ve thought I was givin you the run around. And you would have laughed at this, if I told you. I thought it was better if you saw it. Then maybe you wouldn’t go tellin people how dumb the Mormons are.”
“You think I would?” He held up another metal prayer and read it aloud. “Come quickly, Lord Jesus, before I die.” He shook it at her. “You think I’d laugh at these people?”
“You laugh at everything, Deaver.”
Deaver looked at Lehi. This was something Lehi had never said before. Deaver would never laugh at something that was really important. And this was really important to them, to them both.
“This is yours,” Deaver said. “All this stuff is yours.”
“I never left a prayer here,” said Lehi.
But when he said yours he didn’t mean just them, just Lehi and Rain. He meant all of them, all the people of the Mormon Sea, all the ones who had known about it but never told him even though he asked again and again. All the people who belonged here. “I came to find something here for me, and you knew all the time it was only your stuff down there.”
Lehi and Rain looked at each other, then back at Deaver.
“It isn’t ours,” said Rain.
“I never been here before,” said Lehi.
“It’s your stuff.” He sat down in the water and began taking off the underwater gear.
“Don’t be mad,” said Lehi. “I didn’t know.”
You knew more than you told me. All the time I thought we were friends, but it wasn’t true. You two had this place in common with all the other people, but not with me. Everybody but me.
Lehi carefully took the metal sheets to the stairway and dropped them. They sank once, to drift down and take their place on the pile of supplications.