by Lisa Lace
“That sounds too easy. What do we know about spirals? They’re pretty and an example of a vortex...they’re also examples of the golden mean.” She was thinking out loud. “The spiral is a mathematical construct.”
“Aren’t spirals more art than math?” I felt out of my depth again, but it didn’t bother me.
She shook her head. “No, they’re definitely math. I think they’re based on the Fibonacci sequence from Earth.”
Emmy didn’t realize how attractive she became whenever she started discussing obscure mathematical concepts. She had opened my eyes, and it was getting more difficult for me to remember that I had avoided intelligent women in the past. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized that her brain was one of her sexiest attributes.
“Talk dirty to me, baby.” I couldn’t help flashing a grin.
She gave a startled laugh, and her eyes lit up. “You like that? Does it turn on the alien? How about this? A Fibonacci sequence is a series of numbers where you derive each number by adding the two previous numbers.”
I fanned myself. “Come over here. If I’m going to die today, I want to hold you as much as possible before my time is up. I used to be intimidated by smart women, you know.”
“Really?” Emmy looked like she found it hard to believe. “What changed?”
“I got to know you. Keep telling me about Fibonacci.”
Emmy walked over to me and put her hands around my neck. I held her tightly as she explained how she thought about the puzzle. “The sequence starts at zero, so you add zero and one, and you get one, then you add one and one, and you get two. The beginning of the series is 0, 1, 2, 3, 5, and 8.”
She pulled away. “I think that’s how it goes. I wish we could test it and be sure. If we get something wrong, we’re going to fall and die.”
“We can try the first step without anything bad happening. If that one holds, we can do the next one. We just don’t go on the same stones at the same time.” I stopped talking when I noticed my voice trembling.
She studied my face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll be better when the poison is out of my body.” I gave her a tight smile.
“Right. Let’s get moving.” Her face looked determined. “I’ll step on the number one.”
She put her foot onto the first tile and pushed down, keeping most of her body weight on solid ground as well as holding on to my hand.
“It seems safe enough.” She transferred the rest of her weight onto the large square stone.
“Great. Which one’s next?”
“Well, one plus one is two, so I should step on the number two stone.”
“Sounds good to me.” I wasn’t paying complete attention to her plan. I thought she was smart enough to figure it out herself, and my head felt light. “Wait. Emmy, don’t move.”
It was too late. She had already pushed on the second tile. It fell away beneath her, and she stumbled into a gaping hole.
Chapter Twenty-Two
VEN
By reflex I pulled on her hand with all my strength, yanking her back onto a sturdy tile.
She put her hand over her chest as if she was trying to contain the pounding of her heart. “Why didn’t that work?”
“You forgot a number. If zero and one give you the first number, then the sequence begins with zero, one, and another one before you get to two.”
She glanced at the hole where the two had been.
“Shit. You’re right. 0, 1, 1, 2, 3. That’s embarrassing. Maybe you should be the archeologist.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t believe anyone who says you’re stupid.”
I shrugged, my face burning. It felt like Emmy had given me permission to use intelligence I barely knew I possessed.
“Now what?” She turned to look at the spiral of stones.
“There has to be another number one.”
Emmy examined the stones for only a second before she exclaimed in delight. “There it is.” She pointed to her left side. “I didn’t notice it before.” She pushed on the stone and shifted some of her weight to it. “I think it is safe.”
“That’s a relief. You would have stepped on two if it was there but since it’s not, the next number is...”
“Three, right?” She looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded.
“Okay.” She tested it, transferred her weight and walked across the bridge. I followed a stone or two behind her.
“Five plus eight is… thirteen.”
She looked at the gap. It was quite a distance. I knew I could jump it, but she had shorter legs than I did.
“We’re almost there. Let’s get off this damn bridge.”
“The mistake made me nervous, Ven. We can’t afford additional errors.”
I didn’t respond to her. I felt like I needed to get off the bridge and sit down. The world was spinning around me, and I thought I might pass out. In the meantime, Emmy moved to the back of her stone and leapt with all her strength. She missed her mark slightly, making the twelfth stone tumble away. Her chest landed on the secure rock and she pulled herself up and out of the way.
I couldn’t afford to hesitate further and risk falling over the side of the bridge. I jumped and barely made it to the stone Emmy had just vacated. My body began to shake. I didn’t want to collapse in front of her, so I moved away and plopped my ass down on the floor.
“Everything okay?”
“I think I need to rest for a minute.” I folded my arms over my chest, trying to prevent Emmy from seeing my spasming muscles. “What do we have to do next?”
“The final test forces you to confront your deepest fears.”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” In reality, the thought made me feel queasy. It was either my fear or the poison spreading throughout my body.
“That’s because you have never had to face yourself. The Gate of Truth is supposed to be a lie detector. Not about what you say, but about who you are.”
“That sounds confusing.”
“The legends say only those who believe in their self-worth can pass. No one knows how it works, but somehow the sensors can measure whether you think about yourself.”
She took my hand, and we walked up to a large arched doorway. She let go of me and immediately walked through. Nothing happened. She came out on the other side and smiled at me. “See? No problem.”
“Wait a second. What happens if someone doesn’t pass the test?”
She looked away from me. When the seconds stretched into a minute, I felt myself begin to sweat. “Just say it. We don’t have a lot of time to waste.”
“We don’t know for sure. The stories aren’t always accurate about everything.” She swallowed.
“Any information is better than no information.”
“Well, I might have heard a few stories about laser blasts turning would-be gate passers into ashes, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She didn’t look sure.
Was my lack of self-confidence that apparent?
“Ven, do you remember how it felt when you worked out the Fibonacci sequence earlier?”
I smiled involuntarily.
“Try to remember that feeling. You succeeded in a challenging puzzle. Keep your successes at the front of your mind as you pass through. I believe in you.”
I walked toward the gate and stared up at the strange symbols etched into the rock. Maybe Emmy was right. My mind filled with images of me overcoming obstacles. I remembered how effortless solving the Fibonacci sequence was, and I had done it better than Emmy.
When I reached the threshold, I paused, holding myself back.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to hesitate.” Emmy glanced nervously up at the arch.
I closed my eyes and imagined how it felt for a fleeting moment to be my true self. I took a step forward through the arch and felt good.
Out of nowhere, my aunt’s voice sliced into my consciousness.
What have you done, you stupid boy. You aren’t ever
going to amount to anything. Don’t take another step.
For some reason, I stopped moving, and I couldn’t start again. I heard Emmy shouting at me. She sounded like she was far away. “Keep going!” she called.
But I was frozen. I was an imposter and a sham. I couldn’t go through the gate because I felt like I had lied my whole life. Emmy didn’t know who I was. If she did, she would leave me. What was I thinking trying to go through a Gate of Truth? I was a pretender.
The telltale whine of lasers warming up filled the room. Emmy’s voice called to me. “Ever since I met you, you’ve been amazing. You’ve taken care of me and risked your life when you didn’t have to. But my thoughts are worthless right now. It only matters what you think about yourself.” She paused. “I think I love you.”
She sounded like she was crying. I closed my eyes, allowing the feeling of her love to fill my soul.
I took another step. I was intelligent and worthy. I could do anything. Emmy believed in me. The least thing I could do was believe in myself. The lasers retracted, and I knew I could make it past the gate.
Keeping my mind filled with positive thoughts, I walked into Emmy’s waiting arms. She clutched me too tightly, but I wasn’t going to complain. I was alive, and I knew who I was.
“I love you,” she whispered into my chest.
I wanted to tell her I loved her too, but something felt wrong. I opened my mouth to speak when I was interrupted by another voice.
“I’m sorry to interrupt this happy reunion, but we’ve got a ladle on our shopping list. If you will excuse us, we’re coming through.”
Emmy pulled away from me. “Abel,” she growled. “How the hell did you get here?”
“It was easy. I followed you.” He had a smug smile on his face. “I even had a little help.”
He stepped aside, and I saw Morley behind him, hands tied behind his back.
Chapter Twenty-Three
EMMY
“You bastard.” I was furious and ready to kill. “Let him go.”
Abel just laughed. “Why would I do that? I might still need him. Hell, I might need you too. You’ve been a great help so far.”
“You let us get away.”
“That’s right, Emmy. Don’t forget, I brought you here. You didn’t even need to find transportation yourself.”
I snapped my mouth shut as I realized Abel had been controlling my actions every step of the way. “But how did you track us? I thought we scrambled your signal.”
“You scrambled a signal, that’s true.” He looked thoughtful. “It required the use of some illegal technology, but it was all worth it in the end, don’t you think?”
“Neurotracking? You bastard.”
“I left one of my men with orders to try and stop you half-heartedly if you tried to escape. I wanted you to get away. I knew you wouldn’t cooperate with me voluntarily. There was no way to make you tell me how to get here or force you to bring the ladle to me. I tried that with Morley before, and it didn’t work.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to hide how angry I was at myself.
“The solution was letting you think you were doing everything for yourself. That way, I could follow from behind, and you would never know.”
“You lazy bastard. You wanted us to do all the work and waltz in after us to claim the ladle for yourself.”
“No one was dancing. We lost four men to the statues before we noticed the ropes hanging overhead. It was an ingenious solution. I can see why Morley chose to work with you.”
I couldn’t believe I led this asshole right to Zelia's ladle. We wouldn’t let him get it. Would we? I glanced at Morley, and he shook his head.
Unfortunately, Abel noticed our little exchange. “Don’t play any games with me.” His face looked terrifying. “You’re going to take me all the way to the ladle. I’m going to drink from it and get healed.”
Morley looked at Abel with a sad expression on his face. “That was always the goal.”
“I doubt it. It’s not like I would be able to use the ladle once it was in official hands. They would seal it, or set up a priority waiting list for humans and aliens from all over. I wouldn’t have a chance.”
“That’s not true, Abel.” Morley cut me off with a frown.
“Don’t be naive, girl. To you people, it’s just another bauble or cute artifact. It’s the only thing that can save my life.” He held up a skinny, shaking arm. “Look at this. I’m dying, in case you don’t remember.”
Morley looked at the ground. “I’ve always cared about you, Abel.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Morley. Let’s go.” One of his men poked Morley with a gun and he stepped forward, stumbling a bit.
Ven had been silent, absorbing the conversations around him. He whispered softly so only I could hear him. “The bridge.”
That might work if I could trick them across. “Okay, then.” I tried to look as upset as possible. “Let’s go. You have to come through the Gate of Truth.” I pointed to the archway, taking their attention away from the bridge.
Two of Abel’s men immediately started forward and stepped on the wrong blocks, which fell away, dropping the men into the chasm.
Abel sighed. “You know they’re not dead, Emmy. They have hover pads to stop their fall. They can’t come all the way back up, but we can retrieve them later.” Abel gave me a furious glance. His team now consisted of one woman and two men.
Three of them and three of us. The odds were almost even now, but Ven was out of commission, and Abel had the better of us. Secretly, I was relieved. I didn’t want unnecessary deaths on my conscience.
“Tell us how to get across,” he shouted.
I didn’t say anything.
“Let’s not make this difficult. Give me what I want, or I kill him, right now.” He put his gun against Morley’s head.
“I can’t believe you’re capable of this. Mother would be disappointed in you.” Morley looked gray.
“Don’t put me to the test. Do you want to know if I can murder my brother?”
The revelation stunned me. Was Abel Morley’s brother? How come no one had ever told me before? I looked to Morley for confirmation. He nodded, then dropped his eyes.
I didn’t want to deal with dramatic revelations right now. Ven swayed beside me. I wondered if he looked paler than before or if I imagined it. His body seemed stiff, and he was sweating. Estimating the potency of centuries-old poison was difficult. With one arrow, I hoped he would have lasted a few hours, but two arrows had entered his body. He probably only had an hour before the onset of full-body convulsions.
“Tell them, Em,” Ven muttered.
“Yes, tell us, Em.” Abel couldn’t prevent himself from mocking him.
It didn’t matter if Abel came with us. The only thing that mattered was getting to the ladle and saving Ven’s life.
“You have to step on the numbers in the correct order. The numbers which aren’t part of the Fibonacci sequence will fall away.”
“Clever.” Abel muttered to himself and Morley winked at me. I was glad he was still alive, but I hoped we could keep him that way.
“So what’s the correct path? Morley will be going first, so don't bother lying, unless you want to see him plummet to his doom.”
“0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13.” I felt impatient as they crossed. “I’m interested in your plan to get through the Gate of Truth. Can you look in the mirror and consider yourself worthy?”
“It doesn’t matter at this point. I’m going around the Gate of Truth. Let's call it Abel’s Gate.” Abel walked forward, pressing a small round device onto one of the columns.
Ven grabbing my hand and pulled me down. Everyone on the other side scattered, running as far away as they could. We realized Abel was prepared to use explosives. Ven fell on top of me. I couldn’t see much, but I heard a loud blast. Debris fell onto our bodies.
“That human is not like you other humans,” Ven whispered. When everything was quiet again, we stood
up to inspect the damage.
“He’s crazy. We can’t be sure a structure thousands of years old will remain standing after destroying one of its primary supports. I don’t think everything will come crashing down, but losing the Gate could destabilize this area. We should retrieve Morley and get away from Abel’s team. Do you have any ideas?”
“Abel is desperate. He’ll do anything to get the ladle, probably even kill.”
I took Ven’s hand and looked into his eyes. “Morley’s alive for now. I want to keep it that way. We’re not going to die either.”
I saw everyone else start to get to their feet. Abel pushed Morley forward and over the rubble first.
We climbed the pile of rocks that used to be the Gate of Truth. Ven met Morley at the top, helping him climb down. Morley’s hands were still tied behind his back. I was afraid he was going to trip and fall on his face.
“Leave him alone. No tricks, Emmy.” Abel waved his blaster in our direction.
“I’m trying to help him down,” Ven said. “You’ve tied his hands. It makes it hard for anyone to move.”
“Fine.” Abel gestured with his blaster. “Move away from him now. We’ll move his hands in front of his body so he can move.”
Abel made a sharp motion, and one of his team came to bind Morley’s hands. “Let’s go,” Abel called.
I glanced at Ven as we moved down the open passageway. Sweat had started dripping off his face, and his breathing was erratic. He needed to use the ladle soon.
After a few minutes of walking, we came to a closed door. I turned to look at Morley questioningly, and he nodded. We were at the finish line.
We had done all the research. It was hard work collecting information on the myths and legends surrounding Zelia's ladle. The only thing we had no information about was the final test.
Everything we learned about the ladle was shrouded in mystery, but the last obstacle was a total enigma. As far as we could tell, there were no stories about it. All we heard were frustratingly vague rumors.
We walked into a strangely-shaped room. To our surprise, the Silver Mestolo of Zelia was inside. It rested at the far end of the room on an altar. It wasn’t even in a case.
