Meanwhile, back in the underground sewer that flowed beneath the haunted mansion and out to the mighty river, Andrew swore as the blast of hot air knocked him off his feet; he didn’t perceive the single silent word “Stop!” but he did feel a strong, sure force grab him around both biceps and pull him back from sliding off the walkway and into the tumbling water.
That force frightened him – there was a familiarity in its grab — and he rolled away from it and clutched at the thin brass plaque that lay, vibrating, on top of the mound of slippery mud blocking deeper access to the walkway that threaded along the edge of the hissing and tumbling stream and eventually dumped into the fastest portions of the river.
The plaque stilled as Andrew’s left palm slammed down on its rune-carved surface, and with a wet crack, burning pain radiated from the heel of the boy’s hand and up his arm, shooting over his scalp and out the ends of his unruly, fox-red hair.
And still he did not let go of the plaque.
He pushed himself to a sitting position, pulling the surprisingly heavy plaque on to his lap, and found himself facing the hollow in the sewer tunnel’s wall, in which the other set of runes had been carved, their characters fluid like quicksilver, ready to spill over if only he were to touch them with his injured hand.
“Just wait a bit, son,” a voice murmured in his ear, and Andrew turned to see his own reflection, as if through a glass darkly.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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