Seven Ancient Wonders - Matthew Reilly [109]
‘Like that drowning cage in Tunisia,’ Pooh Bear observed.
Last of all, in the exact centre of the pit, mounted on an ornate podium, stood a magnificent statue carved out of black limestone.
It was a statue of a winged lion, depicted on its hind legs in mid-spring, both forepaws raised high, it wings flared out behind it. It stood five feet tall, and its angry eyes were made of dazzling red rubies.
‘The Well of the Winged Lion. . . ’ Zaeed said to West. ‘The Nazi knew of this, too.’
They found the applicable page in Hessler’s notes:
2ND INSCRIPTION FROM THE TOMB OF IMHOTEP III:
ONLY THE BRAVEST OF SOULS
SHALL PASS THE WELLS OF THE WINGED LIONS.
BUT BEWARE THE PIT OF NINGIZZIDA
TO THOSE WHO ENTER THE SERPENT-LORD’SPIT,
I OFFER NO ADVICE BUT THIS:
ABANDON ALL HOPE,
FOR THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM IT.
WINGED LIONS. COMMON ASSYRIAN STATUE FOUND IN
PERSIA/MESOPOTAMIA.
NINGIZZIDA: ASSYRIAN GOD OF SERPENTS & SNAKES.
POSSIBLE REF TO THE HG OF BABYLON???
‘The Nazi was right,’ Zaeed said, ‘it was a reference to the Hanging Gardens—’
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire rang out from the Giant Stairway Cavern behind them.
‘Sir! The first American squad has reached the Stairway!’ the rear-guards reported. ‘Holding them off but more are on the way— and we can’t hold them back forever.’
‘Delay them as long as you can, Shamburg,’ Avenger said. ‘We still need the time.’
He turned to West. ‘What is this trap?’
West hesitated. ‘I think Zaeed is right. The cage moves in a rotating circle, bringing its gate into alignment with the correct exit door of the pit, which according to the map, is that one directly opposite us—’
‘Find out,’ Avenger said, shoving West forward. ‘Schaefer, go with him. Cover him.’
Covered at gunpoint by the Israeli trooper named Schaefer, West stepped cautiously out from his steps, through the cage’s gate and onto the sunken floor of the gazebo’s pit.
Imhotep’s ancient warning about the well repeated over and over in his head: only the bravest of souls shall pass.
And then suddenly, four steps in, just as West and his companion stepped out into the centre of the pit beside the statue of the lion, the well’s lethal mechanism sprang into action.
What happened next happened very, very fast.
Screeeeech!—with an ear-piercing shriek of metal on metal, the circular cage suddenly started turning, revolving laterally within the larger hexagonal pit, thus exposing its lone gate—for brief moments—to all six of the stone doorways surrounding the pit.
But then came the worst part.
Shhhhh!—thick gushing waterfalls of quicksand started pouring into the pit from above! Channels in the pit’s rim had opened, allowing the quicksand lake above it to invade the pit. The pit began to flood, the quicksand level quickly rising to West’s knees . . . and continuing to rise!
And instantly, with the turning of the cage and the influx of quicksand from every side, West lost his bearings.
Which, he realised, was precisely the intent of the trap.
You were meant to panic, you were meant to be disoriented . . . and so exit via the wrong doorway, where presumably worse things awaited—
His Israeli companion panicked.
As one of the revolving cage’s gates came into alignment with one of the pit’s stone doorways, the frightened Corporal Schaefer raced through it—
—into a narrow stairway similar to the one they had descended to get into the pit.
Only this narrow stairway went nowhere. It had no stairway.
It was just a tiny space, barely bigger than a coffin standing vertically.
Then, with shocking suddenness, an eight-foot-high bronze plate, fitted with a barred grille at head-height, slid across into the doorway behind Schaefer, sealing him inside the narrow space . . . and suddenly a special waterfall of quicksand began to flood into his tight vertical coffin.
As the sand rained down on his head, Schaefer screamed. It only took seconds for his little space to fill, and West watched in horror through the little face-grille as the sand consumed Schaefer, filled his