"Ten years," Galladon whispered. "Ten years of suffering."
Raoden looked the old man's eyes. They were lined with cracks and wrinkles, and seemed dazed, as if by some great blow. The secrets of AonDor hid somewhere in this man's mind.
The man's grip on Raoden's arm tightened almost imperceptibly, his entire body quivering with effort. Three straining words hissed from his lips as his agony-laden eyes focused on Raoden's face.
"Take. Me. Out."
"Where?" Raoden asked with confusion. "Out of the city?"
"The. Lake."
"I don't know what you mean, old one," Raoden whispered.
The man's eyes moved slightly, looking at the door.
"Karata, grab that light," Raoden ordered, picking up the old man. "Galladon, come with us. Mareshe and Saolin, stay here. I don't want any of the others to wake up and find us all gone."
"But…" Saolin began, but his words fell off. He recognized a direct order.
It was a bright night, moon hanging full in the sky, and the lantern almost wasn't necessary. Raoden carried the old Elantrian carefully. It was obvious that the man no longer had the strength to lift his arm and point, so Raoden had to pause at every intersection, searching the old man's eyes for some sign that they should turn.
It was a slow process, and it was nearly morning before they arrived at a fallen building at the very edge of Elantris. The structure looked much like any other, though its roof was mostly intact.
"Any idea what this was?" Raoden asked.
Galladon thought for a moment, digging through his memory. "Actually, I think I do, sule. It was some sort of meetinghouse for the Elantrians. My father came here occasionally, though I was never allowed to accompany him."
Karata gave Galladon a startled look at the explanation, but she held her questions for another time. Raoden carried the old Elantrian into the hollow building. It was empty and nondescript. Raoden studied the man's face. He was looking at the floor.
Galladon knelt and brushed away debris as he searched the floor. "There's an Aon here."
"Which one?"
"Rao, I think."
Raoden furled his brow. The meaning of Aon Rao was simple: It meant "spirit" or "spiritual energy." However, the AonDor book had mentioned it infrequently, and had never explained what magical effect the Aon was meant to produce.
"Push on it," Raoden suggested.
"I'm trying, sule," Galladon said with a grunt. "I don't think it's doing any-" The Dula cut off as the section of floor began to fall away. He yelped and scrambled back as the large stone block sank with a grinding noise. Karata cleared her throat, pointing at an Aon she had pushed on the wall. Aon Tae-the ancient symbol that meant "open."
"There are some steps here, sule." Galladon said, sticking his head into the hole. He climbed down. and Karata followed with the lamp. After passing down the old Hoed, Raoden joined them.
"Clever mechanism," Galladon noted, studying the series of gears that had lowered the enormous stone block. "Mareshe would be going wild about now. Kolo?"
"I'm more interested in these walls." Raoden said, staring at the beautiful murals. The room was rectangular and squat. barely eight feet tall. but it was brilliantly decorated with painted walls and a double row of sculpted columns. "Hold the lantern up."
White-haired figures with silver skin coated the walls, their two-dimensional forms engaged in various activities. Some knelt before enormous Aons; others walked in rows, heads bowed. There was a sense of formality about the figures.
"This place is holy," Raoden said. "A shrine of some sort."
"Religion amongst the Elantrians?" Karata asked.
"They must have had something." Raoden said. "Perhaps they weren't as convinced of their own divinity as the rest of Arelon." He shot an inquiring look at Galladon.
'My father never spoke of religion." the Dula said. "But his people kept many secrets, even from their families."
"Over there," Karata said. pointing at the far end of the rectangular room, where the wall held only a single mural. It depicted a large mirrorlike blue oval. An Elantrian stood facing the oval, his arms outstretched and his eyes closed. He appeared to be flying toward the blue disk. The rest of the wall was black, though there was a large white sphere on the other side of the oval.
"Lake." The old Elantrian's voice was quiet but insistent.
"It's painted sideways," Karata realized. "See. he's falling into a lake."
Raoden nodded. The Elantrian in the picture wasn't flying, he was falling.
The oval was the surface of a lake, lines on its sides depicting a shore.
"It's like the water was considered a gate of some sort," Galladon said, head
cocked to the side.
"And he wants us to throw him in." Raoden realized. "Galladon, did you ever see an Elantrian funeral?"
"Never," the Dula said with a shake of his head.
"Come on," Raoden said. looking down at the old man's eyes. They pointed insistently at a side passage.
Beyond the doorway was a room even more amazing than the first. Karata held up her lantern with a wavering hand.
"Books," Raoden whispered with excitement. Their light shone on rows and rows of bookshelves, extending into the darkness. The three wandered into the enormous room, feeling an incredible sense of age. Dust coated the shelves, and their footsteps left tracks.
"Have you noticed something odd about this place. sule?" Galladon asked softly.
"No slime," Karata realized.
"No slime," Galladon agreed.
"You're right," Raoden said with amazement. He had grown so used to New Elantris's clean streets that he'd almost forgotten how much work it took to make them that way.
"I haven't found a single place in this town that wasn't covered with that slime, sule," Galladon said. "Even my father's study was coated with it before I cleaned it."
"There's something else," Raoden said, looking back at the room's stone wall. "Look up there."
"A lantern," Galladon said with surprise.
"They line the walls."
"But why not use Aons?" the Dula asked. "They did everywhere else."
"I don't know," Raoden said. "I wondered the same thing about the entrance. If they could make Aons that transported them instantly around the city, then they certainly could have made one that lowered a rock."
"You're right," Galladon said.
"AonDor must have been forbidden here for some reason," Karata guessed as they reached the far side of the library.
`No Aons, no slime. Coincidence: " Galladon asked.
"Perhaps," Raoden said, checking the old man's eyes. He pointed insistently at a small door in the wall. It was carved with a scene similar to the mural in the first room.
Galladon pulled open the door, revealing a long, seemingly endless passage cut into the stone. "Where in Doloken does this lead?"
"Out," Raoden said. "The man asked us to take him out of Elantris."
Karata walked into the passage, running her fingers along its smoothly carved walls. Raoden and Galladon followed. The path quickly grew steep, and they were forced to take frequent breaks to rest their weak Elantrian bodies. They took turns carrying the old man as the slope turned to steps. It took over an hour to reach the path's end-a simple wooden door, uncarved and unadorned.
Galladon pushed it open. and stepped out into the weak light of dawn. "We're on the mountain," he exclaimed with surprise.
Raoden stepped out beside his friend, walking onto a short platform cut into the mountainside. The slope beyond the platform was steep. but Raoden could make out the hints of switchbacks leading down. Abutting the slope was the city of Kae. and beyond that stood the enormous monolith that was Elantris.