The Iron Lance (The Celtic Crusades #1)

While, ropes are hooked up to both sides of the padded band round my waist, after which i'm securely tied. The others are status round me now, towering over me. unexpectedly, my toes are grasped and i'm spun like a terrapin on my again. whilst my toes are published once again, i think that there's not anything underneath them—my ft hang over open house. i'm allowed no time to mirror in this, for at virtually an identical speedy i'm lightly pulled ahead, permitting my ft, ankles, and legs to slip down into vacancy. My palms are taken up, the ropes pulled taut, and that i consider myself slipping into the outlet which has been opened within the flooring. Slowly, I descend into the void, dangling on the finish of my ropes like a puppet. The chamber into which i'm decreased is huge. i can't say how i do know this—perhaps the scale is advised via the nippiness of the air and the sound of my respiring echoing again from unseen partitions. My eyes are certain; I see not anything. Down and down i am going. ultimately, my ft contact stable floor once again; I assemble my legs less than me and stand. i can't inform how a long way i've got descended. The voice falling all the way down to me from at once overhead reaches me as an echo basically: “Seeker…” it's Pemberton, with the eyes of religion, I bid you seek…and may well you really locate. ” At this, the ropes move slack as they're thrown in after me. This puppet’s strings were minimize, because it have been, and it's for me to discover my very own approach, to hunt. yet what…what am I looking? What am I intended to discover? None of my prior reviews with the Brotherhood have ready me for this try. i'm going to stand or fall via my very own efforts. As i'm a seeker, I come to a decision, i'll do as i'm instructed. even though the item of my seek is still a secret, i'll have confidence sufficient to think that I shall realize the prize while i locate it. hence resolved, I take my first faltering steps into the cave—for that's how i believe of it, a huge subterranean cavern, an enormous hole chamber of stone deep lower than the earth. I take 3 steps into the clinging darkness, and that i cease. i'm now not regular on my toes. i think light-headed, as though i'm floating. however, I take a deep breath and continue. I flip slowly, first left, then correct. I appear to think the faintest breath of air on my cheek whilst I face the best and so I choose to pursue the quest during this course. it's a whim, not anything extra, however it is rewarded by way of the truth that after a dozen or so measured paces, I succeed in a step. I droop and suppose the sting of the step with my palms; it rises to others at the back of it. I mount the 1st 3, then 3 extra, then one other, and i'm arrived upon a platform, which I take to be minimize into the cavern wall. I communicate a note and decide through the reverberation of the sound that i've got entered a smaller chamber, open to the larger—a vestibule of varieties. Stretching my palms sooner than me like a blind man—truly, i'm a blind man—I shuffle ahead to discover the chamber to which i've got ascended. My head is spinning now. i've got handed giddy and am really transforming into dizzy. My senses stay acute. i think as though i'm gleaming in the dead of night, giving off sparks.