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‘We always fear what resembles us most. But don’t worry,’ Jawahal reassured her. ‘This one’s not for you.’
He picked up a red wooden box and put the snake inside it. Sheere breathed more easily once the reptile was out of sight.
‘What are you going to do with it?’
‘We’re going to play a little game,’ Jawahal explained. ‘We have guests tonight and we have to provide them with entertainment.’
‘Which guests?’ asked Sheere, praying that Jawahal wouldn’t confirm her fears.
‘Your question is superfluous, dear Sheere. Please reserve your queries for matters you really don’t understand. For example, will our friends see the light of day? Or how long does it take for a kiss from my little friend to slow down the heart of a healthy sixteen-year-old? Rhetoric teaches us that these are questions with meaning and structure. If you don’t know how to express yourself, Sheere, you don’t know how to think. And if you don’t know how to think, you’re lost.’
‘Those are my father’s words,’ Sheere said accusingly. ‘He wrote them.’
‘Then I see we’ve both read the same books. What better way of starting an eternal friendship, dear Sheere?’
Sheere listened to Jawahal’s little speech, never taking her eyes off the red wooden box that held the asp, imagining its scaly body writhing about inside. Jawahal raised his eyebrows.
‘Now, you must excuse me if I leave you for a few moments. I need to add the final touches to the welcome for our guests. Please be patient and wait for me. It will be worth your while.’
Jawahal grabbed Sheere again and led her to a tiny cubicle with a narrow door set into one of the tunnel walls which at one time had been used to house a lever frame for the points. He pushed the girl inside and left the wooden box by her feet. Sheere gave him a desperate look, but Jawahal closed the door in her face, leaving her in the pitch dark.
‘Let me out of here, please,’ she begged.
‘I’ll let you out very soon, Sheere,’ murmured Jawahal from the other side of the door. ‘And then nobody will part us.’
‘What are you going to do with me?’
‘I’m going to live inside you, Sheere. In your mind, in your soul and in your body. Before day breaks your lips will be mine, I will see through your eyes. Tomorrow you’ll be immortal, Sheere. Who could ask for more?’
‘Why are you doing all this?’ Sheere pleaded.
Jawahal was silent for a few moments.
‘Because I love you, Sheere … And you know the saying: we always kill what we love the most.’
AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE an endless wait, Seth appeared on the walkway that ran around the hall far above the ground. Ian sighed with relief.
‘What happened to you?’ he demanded.
His voice echoed around the vast space. The chances of them being able to carry out their search without being noticed were rapidly diminishing.
‘It wasn’t easy to get up here,’ Seth called out. ‘I can’t imagine a worse network of corridors and passageways – except perhaps in the Egyptian pyramids. Just be grateful that I’m not lost.’
Ian nodded and told Seth to go towards the gangway leading to the glass chandelier. Seth went along the walkway but paused after he’d taken the first few steps.
‘What’s wrong?’ asked Ian, watching his friend some fifteen metres above him.
Seth shook his head and continued walking along the narrow gangway until he stopped two metres away from the body suspended by the rope. Very slowly he moved closer to the edge and bent over to examine it. Ian noticed the shock on his friend’s face.
‘Seth? What’s the matter, Seth?’
Visibly agitated, Seth knelt down to untie the rope holding the body, but when he caught hold of it, the rope wound itself round one of his legs and the suspended body plummeted into the void. The rope then gave a violent jolt and started dragging Seth up into the shadows of the vaulted ceiling like a puppet. He struggled to free his leg and cried for help but his body was now being hauled upwards at a frightening pace and soon he disappeared completely.
In the meantime, the corpse that had been hanging overhead had dropped straight into the pool of blood. All Ian could see beneath the shawl wrapped around it were the remains of a skeleton whose bones cracked as they hit the floor, dissolving into dust. The fabric floated down and slowly became soaked in the dark liquid. When Ian examined it he recognised the shawl he’d seen so many times in the orphanage during his sleepless nights, worn across the shoulders of the luminous woman who visited Ben as he slept.
He looked up again, hoping to see some trace of his friend, but the impenetrable darkness had taken Seth and there was no sign of his presence other than the dying echo of his screams.
‘DID YOU HEAR THAT?’ asked Roshan, stopping to listen to the shouts that seemed to be coming from the very bowels of the building.
