“How’s he doing?” Remi asked.
“He’s stable, but probably not up to seeing anyone yet. We have him sedated. I’m sorry. But I’ll tell him you stopped by.”
“Thanks. We don’t even know him, so he might not understand who we are,” Remi said.
“I’ll just tell him the people who saved his life came by to check on him.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, I am going to put the bite on you for a donation, so it’s the least I can do,” Vanya joked.
“You offered to help us last night. I hope you don’t mind if we take you up on that,” Sam said.
“Of course not. What can I do?”
“Keep a secret, for starters,” Remi said, looking around the area.
“My lips are sealed.”
“The anomalies we’re here researching? They appear to be the remains of a sunken city.”
She blinked twice. “A what?”
“An ancient city off the coast.”
“Off Guadalcanal? You can’t be serious.”
Sam nodded. “We are. And we want to know if there are any legends about such a place. I’d imagine there would have to be. One of the old captains said something about a curse? We’d like to find out what’s behind it.”
Vanya took a seat in the empty patient lounge and stared at the two of them as though they’d appeared from another universe. “I was born here and I’ve never heard of a cursed sunken city. That sounds like science fiction. No offense.”
“None taken. I know it sounds far-fetched. But we’re sort of in the legends business and this isn’t the first time that the seemingly impossible has turned out to be real,” Remi explained.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that you found something. I just can’t believe that . . . that you found ruins around here. I mean, no disrespect, but it’s not like the Solomons are known for their advanced civilization stretching back to ancient times. Look around. That someone built a city that’s now underwater . . .”
“Well, city may be a bit grandiose. More like a complex,” Sam conceded. “But, still, is there anyone you can think of who might be able to answer some questions for us? Maybe an elder? Someone who’s well versed in all the oral traditions?”
She shook her head. “Perhaps Orwen might know. He socializes a lot more than I do. But, off the top of my head, nobody springs to mind.”
Sam frowned. “He seemed rather down on foreigners coming to the islands and taking advantage. He might not be receptive to an overture for help.”
“Oh, don’t let Orwen’s bluster put you off. He’ll help if I ask him to.”
“We’d really rather keep the circle that knows as small as possible,” Remi cautioned.
“Well, if you’re going to mount any kind of real expedition, you’re going to need permission from the government and that’s Orwen. I can’t see the administration just allowing you to go around disturbing our heritage even if they don’t know it exists just yet. Orwen’s your best shot at getting their okay.”
“We don’t even know what it is we found. It might be premature.”
“And better to ask forgiveness than permission? I wouldn’t try that here. As you probably surmised at dinner, the islanders can be touchy when it comes to their territory. I’d do it properly from the beginning.”
Sam nodded. “Good advice. Could you touch base with him?”
“I’ll call right now. Do you mind waiting?” Vanya asked, rising.
She disappeared back into the hospital. Sam leaned into Remi, his voice low. “I wish we didn’t have to share anything about the find.”
“I know. But it’s not like anyone can do anything about it even if it was on the nightly news. Look at the equipment on the island. At best, they could dive and confirm it’s man-made. No harm there.”
“Still, force of habit.”
“The boat will be here soon enough and whatever it is will still be there. Besides, it seems like the locals are so spooked by the area that we won’t have much to worry about.”
Vanya returned, a smile on her face. “Orwen can see you this morning if you’ll go to his office. Here’s the address,” she said, and handed Sam a business card with handwriting on the back.
“Thanks so much for this,” Remi said.
“My pleasure. Good luck with your mystery. What an exciting life you must lead if it’s always like this.”
“Well, there’s a lot of hurry up and wait, too,” Sam said.
Manchester’s office was in one of the nicer buildings on the main street, two stories that looked like they had at least seen paint within the last ten years. A pleasant woman greeted them and showed them back to where Manchester was sitting, resplendent in his suit, behind a desk the size of an economy car.
“Please, sit. Vanya was very secretive on the phone. Said you’re on an adventure and need some help?”
“Well, I’m not sure about the adventure part,” Remi said.
Sam told him about the sunken ruins and Manchester’s eyes widened. When Sam concluded, the big man rose and moved to look out his window at the ocean.
“That’s quite a tale. I’m not sure what to make of it.” He hesitated. “What would you like me to do?”
“A couple of things. There has to be some kind of evidence of what the ruins are. Some historical reference, or at least a legend.”
“Perhaps. But we have no written history, so I wouldn’t expect much. I’ve never heard anything.”
“Maybe an elder who knows all the old stories?”
Manchester appeared to think. “There are a few relics who might be able to help you. But they’re out in the middle of nowhere. City life isn’t for them—they prefer the traditional ways.”
“Could you make any introductions?”
Manchester laughed. “It’s not like I can send them an e-mail. But I can give you directions and a note to show them. Although they probably can’t read, they might recognize the stationery.”
“That would be perfect.” Sam paused. “There’s also the question of how to get the government’s approval to investigate the site.”
“That I’ll need to think about. We’ve never really had anyone approach us to do anything resembling archaeology here, so it’s a first, at least as long as I’ve been a MP. I’m not sure there’s a procedure to follow.”
“That can be both good and bad,” Remi said.
“Yes. I understand. Wouldn’t want to run afoul of anyone’s sensibilities. I’ll have lunch with some of the other members of parliament and see what I can come up with. It’s not like you want mineral rights or anything, just to poke around in some sunken stones. Am I correct?”
“Absolutely. Anything we find would be the property of the Solomon people. We’re here merely out of curiosity.”
“I think that will go a long way to engendering support, then. You’re basically working for free, helping us catalog a piece of history we didn’t even know existed until today.”
“That’s how I’d present it,” Sam agreed.
Manchester smiled. “Well, I can’t guarantee a permit, but I’ll do what I can,” he said doubtfully.
“That’s all we can ask.”
“As for the oldsters, I have two people in mind. One lives down by Mbinu, halfway to the eastern tip of the island, and the other is more remote—he has a shack on a dirt road by the river east of the village of Aola. What are you driving?”
Sam and Remi exchanged a glance. “We have to find something to rent.”
“Get an SUV with good tires and four-wheel drive. You’ll need it.”
“Where’s the best place to find one?”
Manchester sat back down in his executive chair and wrote out a brief letter on official stationery with the Solomon Islands crest at the top and then scribbled several names and addresses on a separate sheet of ordinary paper. He slid both to Remi with a flourish.
“Rubo is about a hundred years old. He’s the one on the dirt road. The superstitious think he’s a shaman—a holy man. Tom’s a former logger who knows everyone. Not as old, but he’s plugged in to everything that happens around here. He probably already knows you’re looking for him,” Manchester said with a grin. “Both speak some English, so you shouldn’t need a translator. As for the car, this guy’s honest and his vehicles aren’t bad. Tell him I sent you and he’ll treat you well.”