“You don’t think he cut the ropes? Or sabotaged them?” Carter shook her head. “We’re in no shape for a climb like that,” she said, then added, “but there might be another way. We just need to find out where the water goes.”
“She’s right,” Gallo said. “The Amazons sure as hell didn’t climb up and down every time they went out. There has to be another way in, and I’d be willing to bet that canal goes right to it. It probably goes all the way to the river.”
“So instead of a climb, we have to swim?”
“Amazons?” Carter glanced from Gallo to Pierce. “You mean…?”
“Like Xena,” Dourado supplied. “Warrior Princess.”
Carter laughed. “Actually, Gabrielle was the—”
Pierce looked up suddenly. “Augustina, you said the Amazons and Sea Peoples were one and the same, right? Well they would have needed something else besides the map to conquer the known world three thousand years ago.” He looked around as if expecting someone to fill in the blanks.
“Boats?” Carter guessed.
“Ships, actually. We were wondering how the cypress trees got here. Now we know. The Amazons planted them. Cypress wood is extremely hydrophobic. The ancients knew that. It’s long been believed that they used cypress wood for their ships. The Bible says that Noah built the ark out of cypress wood. Don’t you see? This place wasn’t just their city. It was where they grew the timber for their ships.”
“And that helps us…how? Are you suggesting we should build an ark?”
“Of course not. That’s ridiculous.” Pierce grinned. “I was thinking more along the lines of a raft.”
42
Pierce had expected to spend hours hacking away at trees in the canal with Lazarus’s Pathfinder knife. The big man was still in no shape for physical labor, and Pierce was definitely not going to put a blade in Kenner’s hands. Despite the man’s assurances that he would cause no trouble, Pierce had tied him up. Since he was too hardwired for chivalry to ask any of the women to take a turn, Pierce had resigned himself to the prospect of doing all the work himself.
Lazarus, however, had a better idea. He took a spool of what looked like yellow and black rope from his pack and wrapped a length of it around the base of a tree. The trunk was twelve-inches in diameter at the base and about forty-feet tall, a baby compared to those growing outside the city.
“Primacord,” Lazarus explained in response to Pierce’s questioning look. “Basically a rope made out of high explosives. Perfect for small breaching charges.”
“You’re going to blow the trees up? I’ve heard of fishing with dynamite, but never lumberjacking with it.”
Lazarus tucked a slim silver blasting cap into the Primacord knot. “You should probably find cover.”
The detonation was not as spectacular as Pierce had expected, but it was loud and released a shock wave that scattered the Stymphalian birds from their rooftop perch. The strand of explosives did not blow the cypress apart in a shower of splinters, but rather burned through it like an acetylene torch. The tree toppled over onto the terrace with a crash of branches, then slid into the canal.
Using det cord like a laser saw, it took less than an hour to produce the logs necessary to form the raft’s deck, and slightly longer to drag them to the mouth of the tunnel leading out of the city where they began assembling the makeshift vessel. While Pierce and Lazarus lashed the logs together with parachute cord, Gallo, Dourado and Carter wove long strips of bark together to form a shield against another attack by the Stymphalian birds. Once these tasks were complete, they climbed aboard, and Pierce shoved off, using a pole cut from the top of one of the trees to punt the craft toward the daylight at the far end of the tunnel.
As they emerged, Lazarus scanned the sky above for any sign of another attack while the others huddled beneath the bark screen, but the birds didn’t show. Evidently the repeated explosions had driven the creatures off.
Pierce kept his eyes on the water. Gallo had told him about the salamander attack. But his curiosity about the creature was short-lived. All he cared about now was getting out of the sinkhole and finding Fiona.
As Gallo had predicted, the ancient Amazons had erected stone pillars to mark a channel leading south through the swamp. Long before they reached the base of the wall, Pierce could see a gaping hole in the cliff face directly ahead.
Carter stared at it and shook her head. “Great. I hate caves.”