“I didn’t mean… ” Maddock felt his cheeks go hot in embarrassment.
“Pretty sure you did, bro,” Bones chimed in.
Maddock sighed. “I suppose I did at that.” He moved closer. “Don’t take any chances. If there’s trouble… ”
“I’ll deal with it,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence.
Lord save me from strong independent-minded women, though in truth, that was one of the things he loved about Angel Bonebrake.
He looked over at Miranda, who appeared to be holding back laughter, and shook his head. “We’ll let you tag along,” he told her, “but you’re going to play by our rules. Gear up. Make sure you have three sources of light. And we’re not going to rush. You cause a silt-out in those passages, and we’ll be swimming blind. Once you show us where the entrance to the side passage is, Bones will take the lead and set a guide line.”
Bones tilted his head toward his friend. “Maddock used to teach kindergarten. Can you tell?”
Miranda’s smile twitched into a frown. She pulled on her dive harness, now outfitted with one of the tanks Maddock had carried in.
“Bones will take the lead,” Maddock went on, “because anywhere his fat butt can fit, you and I will have no trouble getting through.”
“I got it.” Miranda snapped. Then she turned to the edge of the cenote and stepped forward, taking the plunge.
Bones raised his hands in a defeated gesture, then followed her into the pit.
Once he was in the water, head down and breathing from his supply line, Maddock felt a little better. This was his element; he felt much more at home in the water and under it. There was something dream-like about the quiet solitude and weightlessness that both comforted and energized him. The crystal clear water of the cenote only enhanced the experience.
It was a pity they were going to have to rush the dive.
Miranda was about twenty feet away, waving her dive light to get his attention. She was floating beside a tangle of roots, which partially covered a shadowy opening in the cavern wall. Bones flashed a thumb’s up, and swam over and began pulling at the roots. When he had cleared a space large enough for him to pass through, he pulled a double-arm length of monofilament from the reel attached to his harness, tied it off on one of the roots, and then wriggled through. Miranda seemed to take that as permission to follow, and before Maddock could reach the passage, she disappeared from view.
Maddock kicked over to the opening, took hold of the line and went in after her. He could see Miranda, silhouetted in the cone of illumination cast by her dive light. She was moving faster than he would have like, as evidenced by the fine motes of silt that now fogged the passage. It wasn’t enough to jeopardize the dive, and he knew that Miranda was not solely to blame since Bones was setting the pace, but it nevertheless irritated him. Cave diving was generally considered the most dangerous recreation sport, as measured by the fatality rate among participants — arguably even more dangerous than high-altitude mountaineering or BASE jumping. There was no such thing as “too careful” when it came to cave diving, especially here where the surface was so deceptively close.
But maybe Bones was right; maybe he was too much of a mother hen.
He soon emerged from the passage into the cavern he had seen on Miranda’s video. Bones had left the reel of monofilament at the mouth of the tunnel, with a couple bright green chemlights to increase its visibility. Maddock took note of all the other passage openings around the circumference of the cavern. Twelve of them, all more or less evenly spaced like the numbers on a clock face. It was unlikely that they were all naturally occurring which suggested that the cenote had served some very important purpose in the ancient past. He regretted that there wasn’t more time to carry out a comprehensive survey of the entire system, but the carpet of human remains on the floor below made that an impossibility. Once they had the disk in their possession and were safely away from the cenote, he would have to leave an anonymous tip with the Mexican authorities. Hopefully, once the police investigators were done, they would turn the site over to an archaeological team.
Bones and Miranda were just visible behind the carved stone altar in the center of the chamber. Maddock swam over to them to observe the recovery of the artifact. The disk had dropped into the bone pile, which he now saw was at least a couple layers deep. There were dozens of corpses in the cavern. Most were almost certainly sacrificial victims offered up by the ancient Maya, their bones slowly but surely dissolving away. But, as Miranda had told them, many of the skeletons were clearly recent additions.
The gold disk had landed atop the chest on an older skeleton, hitting with sufficient force to smash through the ribs, leaving what looked like a blast crater in the surrounding sediment layer. Bones was meticulously picking out the splinters of bone that covered the shiny yellow disk, careful not to stir up the silt again.
Maddock knew that if the disk was really made of gold it would be a lot heavier than it looked. He guessed it to be in the neighborhood of ten pounds, which didn’t sound like much, and wouldn’t have been if they could have walked out. Swimming with that much weight however was a little trickier, and simply trying to pick it up without causing a silt-out would be especially challenging.
Once the artifact was completely exposed, Bones produced a mesh dive bag and began working it under and around the heavy disk. Once it was safely inside the bag, he attached a small yellow lift balloon and used his octopus to inflate it. The lift bag swelled slowly and the line went taut, but the artifact remained where it was, as if anchored to the cavern floor, for several more seconds. Bones kept adding more air until the bag with the disk finally began to rise, then he drew it up effortlessly like a kid holding a helium balloon at a circus, and turned to give Maddock a thumb’s up.
While Bones had been occupied with recovering the artifact, Maddock had been busy snapping pictures of the carved glyphs with the camera in his waterproof phone. The cavern had almost certainly been dry when the altar was put here, and given the local water table, that meant the ancient Maya had probably found a way to pump the water out, but evidently only long enough to set up the altar with the golden artifact. Why they had done that was a mystery that Maddock was keen to solve, especially if the answer was somehow related to Bell’s search for the City of Shadow.
Maddock returned the signal, then gestured to the exit. They would go out in the same order they came in, with Maddock bringing up the rear and recovering the guideline as he went. Bones went through first, pushing the inflated lift bag ahead of him, and Miranda followed close behind — a little too close for Maddock’s liking — kicking up silt in her eagerness. He rapped the hilt of his dive knife against his tank to get her attention, and then made a patting gesture.
Slow down.
Behind the glass of her mask, Miranda gave him a narrow-eyed glare of irritation, but the brief interruption gave Bones a little breathing room.
As Maddock pushed through the screen of roots at the end of the passage, he saw Bones rising up into the azure circle of daylight in the center of the cavern, with Miranda, once again, close on his heels. Maddock shook his head in irritation and was about to turn to untie the monofilament line when he saw Bones abruptly drop his left arm, his hand extended flat like the blade of a knife, slashing the water around him.
Maddock had no difficulty interpreting the message. Stay back. Something’s wrong.
He let go of the still-tied safety line and kicked hard to catch up to Miranda. He snagged her harness, stopping her just a few feet shy of the opening, and hauled her back. As he did, he bled off some air from his buoyancy compensator to drag them both away from the surface.