The Covenant of Genesis

by Andy McDermott

  Chase winced. ‘Bloody hell. Even though it’s a robot, I still felt that.’

  Warning signals flashed red on the laptop’s screen. ‘I think he hit something,’ Trulli said, dismayed. ‘How wide was that crevasse?’

  ‘Eighty, ninety feet.’

  Now it was Trulli’s turn to wince. ‘There you go, then. He just got blown into the wall on the other side. Christ, that waterspout must be bloody powerful.’ He turned to look. A cloud of spray rose above the edge of the plain, sunlight glinting off billions of ice crystals as the water began to freeze in mid-air.

  ‘How badly is it damaged?’ Bandra demanded.

  ‘The hull’s still intact, and the internals survived well enough to give us telemetry,’ Trulli told him, flicking through different screens for more information. ‘Looks like we lost the LIDAR turret and some of the fins, though.’

  Bandra glowered at Nina. ‘I hold you personally responsible for the damage, Dr Wilde.’

  ‘Bill the IHA,’ she told him curtly. The noise of escaping water was a constant thunder, thousands of gallons being blasted out of the shaft every second. But how long would it take to drain the entire lake?

  There was no way to know. All they could do was wait for nature to take its course. ‘I think,’ she announced, ‘that pretty much wraps it up for the day.’

  Chase entered the small cabin aboard the Southern Sun, finding Nina and Sophia examining photo printouts of the inscription within the buried chamber in Australia. ‘Ay up.’

  ‘Where’ve you been?’ Nina asked.

  ‘Listening to Bandra shout at Matt. Surprised you didn’t hear him down here, he was pretty pissed off.’ He picked up a page of Nina’s notes. ‘What’re you up to?’

  ‘Trying to translate the inscription,’ Sophia told him.

  ‘Any luck?’

  ‘Some,’ said Nina. ‘We’ve been concentrating on the parts about the city, to see if we can get an idea of what’s down there. For a start, the “tree of the gift” that Ribbsley mentioned? Whatever it was, it’s not unique. The city has one too.’

  ‘And it’s not the only tree they made a big song and dance about. Here.’ Sophia indicated one particular section of the ancient text.

  Nina looked more closely. ‘Something about . . . “lowering” themselves to their god to reach the tree of the gift? Kneeling in supplication, maybe?’ Sophia nodded. ‘Then some stuff about prophets, and a gate to the tree of . . .’ She pointed at the word. ‘I don’t know what that means.’

  ‘It’s “life”,’ Sophia told her. ‘The tree of life.’

  ‘The tree of life?’ Nina repeated, startled. ‘As mentioned in the Book of Genesis? No wonder the Covenant want to find it.’

  ‘It was certainly very important to the Veteres - some kind of link to their god.’ Sophia pursed her lips. ‘Interesting that they were monotheistic. Primitive cultures were usually polytheist.’

  ‘Not necessarily. Zoroastrianism dates back to at least the ninth century BC.’

  ‘They worshipped Zorro?’ Chase said, miming the swipes of a sword in a Z-shape. ‘That’s my kind of religion!’

  Nina and Sophia gave each other tired looks. ‘And you want to marry him,’ Sophia said.

  ‘You did marry him.’

  ‘Life is a series of right and wrong paths.’

  ‘Oi!’ Chase protested. ‘Anyway, this lot aren’t exactly primitive. I mean, look what they built.’ He indicated a LIDAR printout of several dome-shaped buildings, then added with a cough, ‘Helpedbyaliens.’

  ‘Will you shut up about goddamn aliens?’ snapped Nina. She turned back to Sophia. ‘Does it say anything more about what this tree of life actually is?’

  ‘Not that I can see - or at least that I can translate.’

  ‘You’re doing okay at the translation,’ Chase said to Nina.

  ‘I’m a quick study,’ she replied.

  ‘Yeah, I know. Keep this up and you won’t even need Sophia.’

  Nina arched an eyebrow. ‘Wouldn’t that be a shame?’ Her expression became more suspicious as she regarded the Englishwoman. ‘You wouldn’t be holding back on anything to keep yourself useful, would you?’

  Sophia sighed, somewhat sarcastically. ‘What would that gain me? My interests are best served by helping you and Eddie.’

  ‘And our interests would have been better served if you’d given me Ribbsley’s notes when I asked,’ said Nina. ‘At least he doesn’t have them either. Unless that Winnebago had a fireproof safe.’

  ‘That Ribbsley bloke,’ Chase asked Sophia, ‘what do you see in him, anyway? He’s not rich, he’s not a sexy hunk like me.’

  Sophia appeared irritated. ‘He’s an intellectual equal. Which of course you could never appreciate.’

  ‘He’s more on your moral level as well,’ said Nina. She looked back at the photos. ‘If there’s nothing more about the tree of life, what about the tree of the gift? Or the gift itself ? Ribbsley said their god punished them for giving it to the beasts, but what was it?’

  Sophia’s irritation faded as she concentrated on the text. ‘I’m not sure. It had something to do with making use of “tiny mountains of fire”—’

  ‘The volcanic vents. We got that.’

  ‘Literal, if not very poetic. There’s also what looks like “earth sky fire”, whatever that means.’

  ‘Sky fire - lightning?’ Chase suggested. ‘Or an aurora. You get them at the South Pole, right?’

  ‘Yeah,’ said Nina. ‘But “earth” seems like a modifier. How would you get an aurora in the earth?’

  ‘I have no idea.’ Sophia tapped the picture. ‘But there’s more here about these mysterious “beasts”. Apparently, the Veteres brought them with them to Antarctica.’

  Chase snorted. ‘Well, that scores a ten on the stupidometer.’

  Nina’s response was more thoughtful. ‘These beasts were a threat they were trying to escape . . . but they brought them along anyway? And then gave them God’s gift?’

  ‘Thought that was me,’ Chase said, grinning. Both women ignored him.

  ‘It doesn’t make a huge amount of sense,’ admitted Sophia. ‘What sort of gift could you give an animal that would arouse God’s wrath?’

  Nina shook her head. ‘Unless it was a Jesus chew-toy, I can’t think of anything either.’ She picked up the LIDAR image. ‘I just hope that whatever it is, we’ll find out down there tomorrow.’

  ‘Feet dry at oh-seven seventeen,’ Larsson announced.

  The BA609 was retracing its journey from the previous day - and, somewhat to Nina’s annoyance, with the same passengers. Baker and Rachel were going with Trulli to locate and recover Cambot, but why Bandra had insisted on coming along, other than to add to his ever-growing list of grievances, she had no idea.

  Still, so long as he didn’t do anything to interfere, she could tolerate his presence. And the fact that he had let her take the front seat was a small sign of his acceptance of her authority, however grudging.

  She donned her sunglasses and looked ahead. The location of the ice field and the crevasse was immediately obvious; a cloud of spray was still rising up from the latter, drifting westwards in a long plume.

  ‘Okay, first thing,’ said Trulli from behind her, ‘we need to see if Cambot’s still in the same place. Pehr, swing over the ravine and take a look.’

  Larsson transitioned to hover mode, descending into the ravine. The hole through which the water was still gushing was somewhat larger than it had been the previous day, a section of the ice cliff above having sheared off as the escaping jet ate away at it. Through the spray, Nina could see fallen chunks of ice strewn everywhere, water flowing past them towards another, lower plain in the distance.

  ‘All right!’ Trulli exclaimed. ‘Cambot’s still where he was yesterday.’ He pointed; Nina spotted the robot wedged against the other side of the canyon, encrusted in ice and frost.

  ‘Looks like it’s frozen in,’ said Chase. ‘Bring any pickaxes?’


  ‘Better than that, mate. Got some gas!’ He patted a red metal cylinder in one of the cargo racks. ‘We can just melt the ice right off him, no worries.’

  Larsson ascended and circled the previous day’s landing site to look for signs of the ice’s having been weakened by the draining lake. There were no new cracks evident, but he still landed cautiously, leaving the rotors running until he was sure the plain wasn’t going to drop out from under them.

  The team made their way back to the drill site. Trulli and his assistants had detached the cables from the submarine by remote control and reeled them back in the previous day, so the manhole-sized opening had completely frozen over. However, it was plain that the water level had lowered beneath it; the ice covering the shaft was semi-translucent, revealing a circle of darkness below. ‘Shouldn’t take long to break through,’ Chase decided.

  ‘How are we going to see how low the water is?’ Nina asked. ‘I don’t suppose you brought another robot with you, Matt?’

  Trulli put down a heavy insulated pack on the ice and unzipped it. ‘Afraid not, but I’ve got something that’ll do the job. Bit crude, but it’ll work.’ He took out a small digital camcorder in a plastic housing designed to protect it from the cold and wet. ‘We’ll just lower this on a string! If I set the gain for low-light conditions, it’ll give us an idea of how big the cavern is as well.’

  ‘Quite the bricoleur, aren’t you?’ said Sophia.

  Trulli gave Nina an uncertain look. ‘Is that good?’

  ‘Surprisingly, yes,’ she told him, raising an eyebrow. ‘She actually complimented someone. I don’t know if you should feel honoured or worried.’

  ‘I wouldn’t let her pat you on the back, put it that way,’ Chase added.

  Baker used one of the gas cylinders to melt through the ice capping the shaft. Frozen lumps dropped into the darkness below. Splashes followed, but only after a few seconds, and quite faintly.

  Trulli rigged up his improvised probe, setting it to record before lowering it down the shaft on a length of line marked with a red stripe at one-metre intervals. Nina counted them off; the camera passed twenty metres with no trouble, clearing the bottom of the shaft. Thirty metres, forty, now below the roof of the chamber proper. Trulli paid the line out more slowly. The camera housing would float; as soon as it reached the surface, the line would go slack. Forty-five metres. Forty-six, forty-seven . . .

  ‘How deep was the lake?’ Chase asked. ‘Must be near the bottom by now.’

  ‘About twenty metres,’ said Nina. ‘So sixty metres below us, more or less.’ She checked the line again. Fifty-one metres, fifty-two—

  ‘Whoa,’ Trulli said. He hesitantly lowered his hands, then raised them again until the line became taut. ‘That’s it, we’ve reached water. Just under fifty-three metres.’

  ‘So only about seven metres still to drain?’ Nina asked. ‘It’ll be empty sooner than we thought.’

  ‘The drainage tunnel must have got wider.’ He raised his hands further. ‘Okay, hopefully if I swing it a little bit, the camera’ll turn enough to get a three-sixty of the cavern. Then I’ll pull it back up and we’ll have a look.’ He slowly twisted the line in his hands, then began the laborious process of returning the camera to the surface.

  Once it was recovered, he removed it from the housing and opened its LCD screen, then rewound the recording to the point when the camera cleared the bottom of the ice dome. With the water gone, the amount of light coming through the ice was quite surprising. At the bottom of the screen, Nina could see the lake’s surface, the current clearly visible as the water surged towards the hole drilled in the base of the dam. Knowing the depth of the remaining water gave her a sense of scale that the sub’s cameras had failed to provide. The dam was indeed a quite impressive structure, making up in sheer size for what it lacked in complexity.

  So what about the city?

  The camera continued to descend, still swinging, but to her growing irritation the image only panned over the dam and the valley sides. She wanted to look up the valley to see what lay at the other end. ‘Okay, fast forward, fast forward,’ she said impatiently. The lake’s surface rushed closer, then the camera suddenly tipped over at an angle. ‘Okay, hold it! The camera’s reached the water. Play it.’

  The image bobbed for several seconds before levelling out as Trulli pulled the line taut. Nina held her breath as it swung round. Even though it was barely above the water level, it should still reveal something . . .

  The movement slowed. She almost groaned. The camera was going to swing away again before she saw anything—

  ‘Stop!’ she gasped. Trulli froze the picture.

  The camera had caught something. Just barely, at the side of the picture as it reached the end of its lazy sideways swing, a grainy shape lit by the ice-blue glow from above.

  It was a building, so tall that its top disappeared into the overhanging ice, towering over everything around it.

  A temple.

  She stood, eyes wide with amazement as she faced the others. ‘We have to get down there. As soon as we can.’

  22

  To Nina’s immense frustration, soon wasn’t soon enough. It took the remaining water several more hours to drain away, hours in which she was reduced to pacing impotently across the ice under the disapproving eyes of Dr Bandra. Trulli and his team could at least accomplish something in the meantime; Cambot had finally been left high and dry, allowing Larsson to fly them into the crevasse to free the dented robot from the ice. The most she could do was get Chase to lower the camera down the shaft again in the hope of getting a better look at the buried city. But even though subsequent recordings revealed more detail, they were still too grainy and unsteady to do more than hint at what lay below.

  She needed to see it with her own eyes.

  As Trulli and Baker worked on the winch, Chase assembled equipment of his own, strapping gear to the sled used to transport the submarine. ‘No idea what’s down there, so we need to be prepared for anything,’ he told Nina and Sophia as he secured some smaller items with duct tape.

  ‘A tent?’ Sophia asked. ‘Planning a long stay, are you?’

  ‘Hope not, but if something goes wrong we might need it. Got sleeping bags, food, a camping stove, climbing gear, first aid kit - useful stuff. Just in case.’

  ‘At least we won’t run out of gas for the stove,’ said Nina, tapping a foot against one of the gas cylinders.

  ‘Nah, that’s just in case we find something valuable stuck in the ice and need to get it out without whacking it with a pickaxe. See? I’m getting the hang of this archaeology business.’ He smiled. ‘And if you’re wondering why I’m putting it all on a sledge, it’s because I’m not carting this bloody lot about on my back!’

  Bandra came over. ‘All this equipment belongs to UNARA, you know,’ he said, pointing at a laser rangefinder Nina intended to use to measure the cavern. ‘If there’s any loss or damage, you’ll be responsible for it.’

  Nina let out an irritated breath. ‘Let me get this straight, Dr Bandra. You’ve seen the video, you know there’s something incredible down there . . . and the biggest thing on your mind is nickel-and-diming me over a couple of boxes of Band-Aids?’

  ‘You’ve hijacked my expedition and treated me with nothing but contempt, Dr Wilde,’ he said. ‘I consider it a professional and personal insult. So you’ll forgive me if I refuse to go along with your cavalier attitude to the work.’

  ‘Fair enough.’ She cocked her head to one side. ‘So I’m sure you’ll forgive me if when I reveal this amazing discovery to the world I omit all mention of you? After all, you clearly don’t want to be associated with me.’

  Bandra looked concerned. ‘Actually, that wasn’t quite what I meant . . .’

  ‘No, no, I completely understand,’ Nina went on, ‘and I respect your position. Nobody will know you had anything to do with it.’

  ‘It shows admirable integrity,’ Sophia added.

  ‘Your name won’t
even be mentioned.’

  Bandra glanced at the hole in the ice. ‘We’ll . . . discuss this further once we actually know what’s down there,’ he said, turning back to the tilt-rotor.

  ‘You enjoyed that,’ Chase said to Nina once he was out of earshot.

  ‘Yup,’ she replied smugly, before walking to the hole. The shaft dropped away to a circle of darkness sixty feet below.

  Where something incredible was waiting for her. A feeling of anticipation was already rising in her stomach. She was so close to finding out the truth . . .

  By the time Trulli and Baker had readied the winch, Chase had pulled the sled over to them. ‘All set,’ he announced, giving Trulli a walkie-talkie.

  ‘So who’s going down first?’ asked Trulli.

  Chase looked at Nina. ‘I ought to, to make sure it’s safe, but . . .’

  ‘I’m going first,’ Nina insisted.

  ‘Yeah, I thought so.’

  ‘I have to, Eddie.’ She pointed at the safety harness that Baker was securing to the winch line. ‘Fix me up.’

  Chase gave her the other walkie-talkie. The harness was fastened round her, and she moved to the edge of the shaft as Trulli prepared to operate the winch controls. ‘See you down there,’ she said to Chase.

  ‘Be careful,’ he replied.

  ‘Don’t plunge to your horrible screaming death!’ Sophia said cheerily. Nina huffed, then eased herself down until the harness took her weight. ‘Let’s go,’ she told Trulli.

  The winch whined, and she dropped down the shaft.

  At three feet wide, the tunnel was claustrophobic, all the more so with her bulky cold-weather clothing. The ice changed in consistency and colour as she descended, the milky whiteness near the surface turning to a glassy translucent blue. Below, she saw the opening getting closer, still nothing but darkness beyond. The temperature was already noticeably lower, prickling at her cheeks.