The Realms Thereunder

4

A huge tree towered above Daniel, stretching up into the darkness. It was unlike any tree that he’d ever seen before; it was carved out of a pale, almost golden stone and set tight against two trees exactly like it-and more after each of those, and on and on into the distance. Their branches interlaced with each other in the most elaborate and bewildering patterns. The leaves were painted green and traced with something metallic that glimmered like gold. Long garlands of ivy were chiseled into the trunks of the trees-all of them twirling around in the same direction. Daniel became completely lost in the design of the branches, which he now saw contained small sculptures of birds, animals, and insects. He walked slowly up to the tree, clothes still dripping, and reached out his hand to touch a leaf, half expecting it to be soft and thin. It was rigid and cold. “Wow,” he said in awe.

He turned around to help Freya and took a moment to examine the well-the Western Well. It was carved out of the same stone as the wall but in a much different style. Swirling shapes rose up from the ground in a short pillar of water and continued seamlessly into a large iron frame, which rose above the well’s rim and supported a pulley mechanism.

There was a wet slopping noise from inside the well, and Freya appeared from the darkness. He helped her up with an effort and she toppled onto the stone pavement behind him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as she did a double take at the wall of stone trees.

“Can you believe this?” he asked her in amazement. “An underground city! I wasn’t sure I believed it but it’s here! Look at this wall, it just goes on and on! And these . . . just look!”

Buildings rose up on the other side of them, about ten storeys high, carved out of the stone, with strips of intricate tracery around the doors, windows, and roof. In the spaces between, Daniel and Freya could glimpse more buildings-some grander, some smaller, but all of them displaying a wealth of fascinating details. More of the silver lanterns could be seen being used as streetlamps and houselights.

A hand tugged Daniel’s elbow. Freya gripped his arm and pointed a shaky finger.

Approaching them was a scowling man holding a long, glistening sword. There was a scraping sound behind them and they turned to find themselves surrounded by three more men drawing similar weapons. All four faces were pale and almost deathly grey. Features like eyebrows, noses, and chins all blended into the pallid skin, making the faces look oddly similar.

“What should we do?” Freya whispered.

“Just wait and see what they say. Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you.”

One of the men opened his mouth to speak, when the grunting and muttering of Ecgbryt was heard behind them. He climbed out of the well and shook the water from his wet clothing. Swi?gar came close after. The two knights glared at the circle of guards around Daniel and Freya.

“We are Ecgbryt and Swi?gar of Oxenaforde with two lifiendes.

We seek Ealdstan the Wise. Is there one who will take us to the Langtorr?”

One of the guards standing around Daniel and Freya acknowledged the knight’s request with a nod. “Well met,” he said in a soft but gruff voice. “I am Breca; I will take you there.” He turned and led them away through an arched passageway between two buildings and out into a wide street.

Freya’s and Daniel’s heads swiveled in every direction as they walked down the streets of the underground city, trying to take in as many of the amazing details as possible. Ecgbryt watched them and smiled. “Welcome to Ni?ergeard, young lifiendes,” he said proudly. “Perhaps the greatest of the hidden wonders of the world! I have heard of far-off kings, who spoke in tongues now dead, living in sandy kingdoms who have built strange and enormous structures to their own memory. I have heard tell of Elfin palaces in twilight kingdoms whose citizens have harnessed the power of the moon just as the Laedenware have tamed the rivers to their towns’ purposes. There are people on the far side of this strange world who live in rooms of parchment, wear gossamer robes, and kneel to eat. There are dark men who live in forests with trees so vast and large that the sky is never seen. But were all of these far-off brothers and sisters to arrive here, in this hallowed place, they would think their homes small and their birthplaces of little consequence to the might and glory of Ni?ergeard, the Slaepera-Burgh!

“See that building there?” Ecgbryt continued passionately. “Carved out of the solid rock; no stone-joiner ever found a day’s work at that place! And see there, that tall walkway which stretches near across the city, the work of twice twenty years’ worth of solid labor-a hundred men, every day!”

“Did you hear that, Freya?” Daniel said, leaning towards her but not taking his eyes off the spectacle of a thin stone bridge that arced clear across the city. “It’s absolutely amazing!”

The structures were truly incredible, although they had apparently needed repairs over the centuries. New stone looked incongruous against that much older. The streets and stairways were bowed and worn away, drooping in the centre like warm butter. Here and there, in the doorways and windows, Freya could see people watching them-their faces pale and drab. Living underground for hundreds and hundreds of years, their skin had turned almost grey, and their clothing was faded and worn.

“Why does everyone look so tired and . . . sad?” Freya asked.

“Is that it? Is that the Langtorr?” Daniel exclaimed, the unfamiliar word clinging to his tongue. He pointed to a massive pillar that rose before them, carved out of one of the enormous natural supports to the underground plain. Only the lower part of the tower could be seen in the light of the city’s flickering torches, but its top must have reached to the roof of the underground land. The light of flickering torches could be seen through chiseled windows rising above the city, hanging in the air like a giant column of rectangular stars.

“Yes,” said Ecgbryt, “also called the Tall Tower. It is the heart of Ni?ergeard, designed firstly to hold the people of Ni?ergeard, should the town be invaded.”

“Have they ever had to use it?” Freya asked.

“To my knowledge, no. The walls have always been sufficient to repel attackers.”

“But why is all of this here? Why have an underground city?”

“Ni?ergeard exists to provide service to all the knights and warriors who sleep in these isles.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are times when tunnels need to be strengthened or closed or better hidden, when armour and arms must be polished, horses shod, and so on. A myriad of responsibilities. Those in Ni?ergeard have dedicated their lives to these small acts. That is their sacrifice.”

“How many sleeping knights are there?”

“Very many. I do not know the number, for many more would have been laid down since we went to sleep.”

Daniel and Freya, the knights, and their escort walked a path into the middle of the city, gradually approaching the Tall Tower.

After passing through a particularly narrow alley, they entered a large open plaza. Ahead of them they could see the base of the Langtorr, as well as the entrance across a plain, smooth floor paved mostly with white marble, paths of red and green marble tracing a complicated, seamless pattern that wove dizzyingly in and out of itself. Daniel tried to follow it but had to look up as he started to sway and lose his balance, staggering. He laughed and quickened his step to join the others.

Freya noticed one building near the Langtorr-a squat, circular building about twelve feet high. It was not ornately carved or adorned in any way; its rock was roughly hewn and reinforced with iron bracers. Atop it stood five stout, simple columns supporting a flat, stone roof.

“What is that?” Freya asked, squinting at a gleaming line of gold. “What’s inside it?”

Caged in by the columns was one of the weirdest and most haunting objects that either Daniel or Freya had ever seen. Supported by a chain dangling from the roof and lit from underneath, it looked like some sort of ornate, golden horn. It started at about the width of an arm at the bottom, but the barrel gradually widened at the top where it ended in an odd animal-head shape. It had large, completely circular eyes and a blunt, sharp-toothed snout that opened up wide, as if the thing were shouting.

Swi?gar saw Daniel and Freya staring at the object and gave a small smile. “It is the Great Carnyx, ??elingas,” he said. “The trumpet that will wake all the knights and summon them to battle. It is the most guarded and valued item in Ni?ergeard-perhaps in all of the isle.”

They walked slowly past the Carnyx and came at last to the large, ornate doorway of the Langtorr. A huge stairway made of curved steps proceeded from the entrance. Every step was lit by a silver lantern that illumined the path to a thick archway containing many smaller arches, each one nestled inside the other, bearing wonderful designs. The farthest inside the arch bore an interlocking zigzag pattern, the next featured a row of stylised bird heads, the next a row of animals, then a row of warriors standing guard, and finally on the outside arch, a row of mythical beasts.

Two alcoves were tucked into the massive pillars on either side of the doorway. Here stood two guards with hair so white it almost glowed and pulled hard along their scalps to fall in long, thick braids, which were bound with gold circlets to their shoulders. Full beards jutted out from their chins and forked in the middle to reveal bands of twisted gold around their necks. They wore no armour, but their broad chests and massive arms had a heavy, immovable firmness. Here and there on the chest, arms, and legs, small, delicate whorled patterns were traced in faint blue dye. This, together with their blanched skin, made Freya believe, unquestioningly, that these guards were exquisite carvings-so she couldn’t help gasping when they started to move.