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He rapped on the side with his knuckles and got a solid thud in return. “Doesn’t sound hollow.” Gently he rocked the chest from side to side. From within came a faint rattling sound. “But it is. Fairly light too. I don’t see any other markings? You?”
Remi leaned down and from side to side, examining it. She shook her head. “Bottom?” Sam tipped it. Remi checked, then said, “Nothing there, either.”
“Somebody went to a lot of trouble to build this,” said Sam, “and it looks like our friend here was prepared to giv
e his life to protect it.”
“It may be more than that,” Remi added. “Unless we’ve stumbled onto the mother of all coincidences, I think we may have found what Lewis King was looking for.”
“If so, how did he miss this? He was so close.”
“If he didn’t make it across the pit,” Remi replied, “could he have survived?”
“Only one person knows the answer to that.”
They turned their attention to documenting the contents of the cave. Not knowing how soon they would return, and unable to take with them but a fraction of the artifacts, they would have to rely on digital photographs, drawings, and notes. Luckily, Remi’s background and training made her well equipped to do just this. After two hours of painstaking work, she proclaimed the job done.
“Wait,” Remi said, then knelt beside the shield.
Sam joined her. “What is it?”
“These scratches . . . the light caught them. I think . . .” She leaned over, took a deep breath, and blew on the shield’s leather surface. An accumulation of rotted leather dust scattered.
“Not a scratch,” Sam observed, and blew clear some more dust, then again and again until the shield’s surface was exposed.
As Remi had suspected, the scratches were in fact an etching burned into the leather itself.
“Is that a dragon?” Remi asked.
“Or a dinosaur. Probably his crest or that of his unit,” Sam guessed.
Remi took a couple dozen shots of the etching, and they stood up. “That’ll do it,” she said. “What about the chest?”
“We have to take it. My gut tells me it was why our friend had barricaded himself in here. Whatever’s inside was something he thought worth dying for.”
“I agree.”
It took only a few minutes for Sam to jury-rig a web of straps that allowed him to piggyback the chest on his own pack. They took a last look around the cave, nodded a good-bye to the skeleton, and departed.
In the lead, Sam crawled up to the lip of the pit and peeked over. “Now, that’s a problem.”
“Care to be more specific?” Remi said.
“The rope’s given way at the other end. It’s dangling into the pit.”
“Can you rig a—”
“Not with any confidence. We’re above the other opening. At this angle, if I try to cinch the slipknot into place, it’ll just slide off. There’d be no way to take up the slack.”
“That leaves only one option, then.”
Sam nodded. “Down.”
It took but a minute for Sam to secure himself to the line. As he did, Remi set up a second belay point by hammering a piton into a crack just below the opening. Once it was set, Sam began a slow rappel, walking himself over and around the jutting stalagmites, while Remi kept watch from above, occasionally telling him to pause and adjust position to minimize the rope chafing on the protrusions.
After two minutes of careful work, he stopped. “I’ve reached the other cam. Good news: the cam tore free.”
If the rope had parted, they would have had to splice their remaining line onto the loose end. Now he had sixty feet of line beneath him. Whether that would be enough to reach the bottom was still an unknown. If what awaited them was the icy cold water of the Bagmati River, they would have fifteen minutes at most to find a way out before succumbing to hypothermia.
