The Magus - John Fowles [202]
the door again. It was flanged with rocks so cemented that from above they broke the line of the edge. "What on earth..." She smiled. "The Germans. In the war." I hit my head. Of course. A gun emplacement. Conchis would simply have concealed the entrance; blocked off the front slits. "What about the stone over the ring?" She showed me. It too had a hook that kept it in place. Then she turned at the brink, put her hands onto the ground and felt her feet onto the rungs of the iron ladder. In ten seconds she was out of sight; could have pulled the "lid" down, and anyone coming over the rise of ground from inland would have been completely at a loss. She reached the bottom some fifteen feet below and called; a hollow subterranean timbre to her voice; pale face upturned. I began to clamber down after her. It was unpleasantly claustrophobic. But at the bottom, opposite the ladder, was a triangular room running towards the cliff. Not very large; equilateral twelvefoot sides. On the side farthest from the ladder I could just make out two doors. Julie was standing by one of them. She came back towards me, to the foot of the ladder. "The doors are locked." She seemed surprised. "Shouldn't they be? I expect Hermes has been down." "Have you got a match?" I struck one. The left wall of the triangular room was painted with a lurid mural--a beer cellar scene, foaming stems of beer, bosomy girls with winking eyes. Dim traces showed that there had once been colours, but now it was only black outlines that remained. As remote as an Etruscan wall painting; of a culture long-sunken under time. On the right-hand wall was something much more skillful--a perspective street scene that I didn't recognise, but guessed to be of some Austrian city. Vienna perhaps. I guessed, too, that Anton had helped to execute it. I lit a fourth match. There were two heavy doors like bulkhead doors aboard a ship. Both had massive padlocks. She nodded. "That was our room, to the right. Joe used this one." "What a god-awful place. It smells." "I know. We used to call it the earth. Have you ever smelt a fox earth?" "What's behind the doors?" "Just costumes. Beds. More murals." I saw the wire running in over the top left-hand door. "And a field telephone. Where did it go?" "To his bedroom." "Are there more places like this?" "Two more. Just to hide in." "That day on the beach." She nodded, smiled in the feeble light from the pipe to the surface. "You're a brave girl. To face this sort of thing." "I hated it." She looked round. "So many sour, unhappy men." I followed her back to the foot of ladder. I was thinking of a place under the bluff on the central ridge, a little corner shaded by pine trees, absolutely private, thickly carpeted with pine needles; to take her there, and take her, with a gentle roughness, a romantic brutality; as, and I did not shirk the parallel, I had taken Alison on Parnassus; and because I had taken her; the sad sweet poetry of echoes. Julie began to climb the ladder; slim blue legs. The white daylight dazzled down. I waited a moment at the bottom, to keep clear of her feet, than started after her. The top of her body disappeared. And then she screamed my name. Someone had caught her arms and was dragging her away. Her legs kicked wildly sideways, then vanished. My name again, but cut off short. A scuffle of stones. I clawed violently up the remaining rungs. For one fraction of a second a face appeared in the opening above. Young, with crewcut blond hair. I had an idea he was German, one of the "soldiers," though he was wearing a black shirt. He saw I was still two rungs from the top, and immediately slammed the lid down. I shouted in the pitch darkness. "For God's sake! Hey. Wait a minute!" I pressed up furiously on the underside of the lid. It gave a fraction, as if someone was standing or sitting on it. But it wouldn't move further. I strained to heave it up. Then listened. Silence. I tried the lid again, as unrewardingly as before. After a while I climbed down to the bottom. I struck a match and examined the two massive doors. They were impenetrable.