Part Four
Waking. Morning ablutions. Dressing. Being met by Vlad at the door and escorted down the hall, walls and ceiling and floor all hewn from the dense, dark-gray rock. The hallway ending in a striated wall of some softer, paler rock – limestone, perhaps – broken by the rounded dark opening of a doorway into some larger chamber beyond. Stepping forward, the ceiling opening overhead and the walls spreading out on both sides, looking up…
…into glory.
The chamber opened into an immense cylindrical cavern, the ceiling covered with crystals and stalagtites of fantastic shapes and colors, seemingly the interior of a vast geode. Powerful electric lights beamed up into the darkness, and the ceiling glittered like a galaxy of stars. The floor was cut down into the chamber, a flat polished pool of lustrous yellow stone that shimmered like a molten lake. Down the walls, pastel flows of rock glistened in waterfalls of pink, yellow, green and blue.
Kevin stopped stock-still, mouth agape. Vlad smiled a small, secretive, possessive smile. “I have to steal the electricity, so I use it sparingly. But here… here, nothing else will do.” He motioned at the low tables and leather-upholstered chairs in one corner. “There is a small natural chimney in a rock cleft in that corner. In cooler weather, a fire is most welcome.”
“What did you do to level the floor?”
“Very little, actually. The cave proper is limestone but the underlying rock is much harder. There were no stalagmites, only some lumps of soft flow. It was tedious work to level and polish it but the result, I believe, is worthy.”
“You could not have done this by yourself!”
“No. I had help. Friends. Perhaps you will meet some of them, perhaps not. They come and go as they wish.”
As they paced across the chamber, Kevin’s head swiveled back and forth as he attempted to take in the incredible sight. Vlad tugged him to a halt and motioned at a trio of passages set into the wall on their left. “Those passages lead to dangerous areas. You could easily fall, or become lost. Please do not… do not… enter those three passages.”
He stepped forward again, gently urging Kevin onward also. “This passage leads to my quarters, and to the gallery I wished to show you.”
They passed under the arched roof of the hallway. Kevin resisted an instinctive urge to duck; after the soaring height of the central cavern, even a three-meter ceiling seemed uncomfortably low.
The gallery stretched straight ahead, thirty meters or more in length. The floor was flagged with marble slabs, intermixed black and white and dark green. The right wall was carefully floodlit, each warm pool of light centered on a black marble slab that had been framed in gilded wood and carefully hung on the wall. The left wall was pierced at waist height for gothic-arched windows, elegant wooden shutters carefully hooked open. As they progressed down the gallery to the first such opening, Kevin turned his attention from the mysterious framed slabs to peer through the window.
The space beyond was not as large as the main cavern, but it was still a fair-sized chamber. Subtle lighting revealed an undulating floor that humped up to meet the far wall. Every surface glittered and glistened and bristled in a formless chaos of shimmering light. Kevin blinked rapidly and closed his eyes for a moment until the after-images faded.
When he reopened them, the scene came into focus – a dimly-lit forest glade centered around a pool, all created entirely of crystal and glass. There were trees, suggestions of animals, even toadstools cunningly fashioned from bits of crystal and carefully pieced-together shards of glass. Under the surface of the pool could be glimpsed a fish, poised to lunge at the insects that were frozen in mid-stride on the water.
Kevin stood staring through the window, rapt in the unearthly beauty of the scene. Unable to speak or tear his eyes from the magnificent sight, he motioned helplessly at the tableaux. Beside him, he felt rather than saw that Vlad was smiling. “Another of my friends donated this. He calls it his Garden of Eden. It is spectacular, is it not?” Kevin could only nod dumbly.
At last, Vlad’s hand on his sleeve compelled him to look into the other’s face. The wide-set eyes were gleaming black pools and a hint of a smile curled his lips. “You will have time to enjoy the sights of my demesne, but that must come later. Now, we must be gone to our rendezvous. Come.” He led the younger man across to the peculiar gallery and then down the hall to the first slab, where he shouldered a pack that was resting against the wall.
“Reach out and touch the surface,” Vlad urged, taking up Kevin’s left hand in his own grip. Tentatively, Kevin reached out to stroke the smooth, polished slab. He felt a peculiar electric prickle, and as he tried to jerk his hand back he felt his hand seized, felt his hand and arm pulled impossibly forward into the rippling blackness.
And then they were in a very different place.
Waking. Morning ablutions. Dressing. Being met by Vlad at the door and escorted down the hall, walls and ceiling and floor all hewn from the dense, dark-gray rock. The hallway ending in a striated wall of some softer, paler rock – limestone, perhaps – broken by the rounded dark opening of a doorway into some larger chamber beyond. Stepping forward, the ceiling opening overhead and the walls spreading out on both sides, looking up…
…into glory.
The chamber opened into an immense cylindrical cavern, the ceiling covered with crystals and stalagtites of fantastic shapes and colors, seemingly the interior of a vast geode. Powerful electric lights beamed up into the darkness, and the ceiling glittered like a galaxy of stars. The floor was cut down into the chamber, a flat polished pool of lustrous yellow stone that shimmered like a molten lake. Down the walls, pastel flows of rock glistened in waterfalls of pink, yellow, green and blue.
Kevin stopped stock-still, mouth agape. Vlad smiled a small, secretive, possessive smile. “I have to steal the electricity, so I use it sparingly. But here… here, nothing else will do.” He motioned at the low tables and leather-upholstered chairs in one corner. “There is a small natural chimney in a rock cleft in that corner. In cooler weather, a fire is most welcome.”
“What did you do to level the floor?”
“Very little, actually. The cave proper is limestone but the underlying rock is much harder. There were no stalagmites, only some lumps of soft flow. It was tedious work to level and polish it but the result, I believe, is worthy.”
“You could not have done this by yourself!”
“No. I had help. Friends. Perhaps you will meet some of them, perhaps not. They come and go as they wish.”
As they paced across the chamber, Kevin’s head swiveled back and forth as he attempted to take in the incredible sight. Vlad tugged him to a halt and motioned at a trio of passages set into the wall on their left. “Those passages lead to dangerous areas. You could easily fall, or become lost. Please do not… do not… enter those three passages.”
He stepped forward again, gently urging Kevin onward also. “This passage leads to my quarters, and to the gallery I wished to show you.”
They passed under the arched roof of the hallway. Kevin resisted an instinctive urge to duck; after the soaring height of the central cavern, even a three-meter ceiling seemed uncomfortably low.
The gallery stretched straight ahead, thirty meters or more in length. The floor was flagged with marble slabs, intermixed black and white and dark green. The right wall was carefully floodlit, each warm pool of light centered on a black marble slab that had been framed in gilded wood and carefully hung on the wall. The left wall was pierced at waist height for gothic-arched windows, elegant wooden shutters carefully hooked open. As they progressed down the gallery to the first such opening, Kevin turned his attention from the mysterious framed slabs to peer through the window.
The space beyond was not as large as the main cavern, but it was still a fair-sized chamber. Subtle lighting revealed an undulating floor that humped up to meet the far wall. Every surface glittered and glistened and bristled in a formless chaos of shimmering light. Kevin blinked rapidly and closed his eyes for a moment until the after-images faded.
When he reopened them, the scene came into focus – a dimly-lit forest glade centered around a pool, all created entirely of crystal and glass. There were trees, suggestions of animals, even toadstools cunningly fashioned from bits of crystal and carefully pieced-together shards of glass. Under the surface of the pool could be glimpsed a fish, poised to lunge at the insects that were frozen in mid-stride on the water.
Kevin stood staring through the window, rapt in the unearthly beauty of the scene. Unable to speak or tear his eyes from the magnificent sight, he motioned helplessly at the tableaux. Beside him, he felt rather than saw that Vlad was smiling. “Another of my friends donated this. He calls it his Garden of Eden. It is spectacular, is it not?” Kevin could only nod dumbly.
At last, Vlad’s hand on his sleeve compelled him to look into the other’s face. The wide-set eyes were gleaming black pools and a hint of a smile curled his lips. “You will have time to enjoy the sights of my demesne, but that must come later. Now, we must be gone to our rendezvous. Come.” He led the younger man across to the peculiar gallery and then down the hall to the first slab, where he shouldered a pack that was resting against the wall.
“Reach out and touch the surface,” Vlad urged, taking up Kevin’s left hand in his own grip. Tentatively, Kevin reached out to stroke the smooth, polished slab. He felt a peculiar electric prickle, and as he tried to jerk his hand back he felt his hand seized, felt his hand and arm pulled impossibly forward into the rippling blackness.
And then they were in a very different place.