Uncharted: The Fourth Labyrinth

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“We almost died,” Jada said, unsteady on her feet.

“Yeah,” Drake said. “On the other hand—”

Jada shone her light into the rubble and the ancient corridor below them. “Yeah. The labyrinth of Thera.”

“It better be,” Sully said. “Or we’ve done all this damage for nothing.”

“All we did was open a door,” Drake reasoned.

“Says Captain Dropkick,” Sully rasped.

“Guys, can we just find out if this is the labyrinth, please?” Jada asked.

Sully put an arm around her. “Come on, kid. You know we entertain you. It’s like going on a Mediterranean adventure with a couple of vaudeville stars.”

“Or the bickering brothers I never had,” Jada mused.

Drake crouched at the edge of the pit that had opened where the wine cellar had been moments before. Dust still lingered, a low cloud misting above the rubble. The huge piece of masonry that had been above the door made a sort of ramp down into the more treacherous wreckage, but the fortress had ceased its trembling. The rubble shifted a little, bits of rock sliding down to find a new resting place.

“Jada, can I ask you a question?” he said.

“Of course.”

Drake turned from the rubble and arched a mischievous brow. “Are you old enough to even know what vaudeville is?”

“Hey. Don’t knock vaudeville,” Sully protested.

“I’m not. I’m saying you’re old.”

Sully sat down beside him and slid his legs over the shattered edge of the floor. “I’m not old. I’m seasoned. And for your information, I wasn’t alive in the vaudeville era. I’ve just seen a lot of old movies.”

Drake smiled but said nothing more. He couldn’t really tease Sully about old movies because he loved them, too.

“Are we really doing this?” Jada asked.

For a second, Drake thought she was still talking about their bickering. Then he saw that she’d come up to stand behind him and Sully and was staring down into the pit. So much of the roof had come down that in places they could see the blue Aegean sky. But Drake was much less interested in what had been opened above than he was in what had been revealed below.

Sully pushed off the edge of the floor.

“Damn it, Uncle Vic, be careful!” Jada said.

Drake figured all three of them were holding their breath, but the huge slab of stone did not shift as Sully slid down it. When he reached the rubble, he waited as Drake slid down after him. The stone was warm under Drake’s steadying hands. At the bottom, he glanced up at Jada.

“This is really stupid,” she said as she sat down on the shattered edge of stone that had once been the wine cellar’s threshold.

Drake and Sully grinned at each other.

“We’ve never let that stop us before,” Drake said.

Jada slid the length of the slab, and Drake caught her at the bottom. The three of them exchanged weighted glances, none of them wanting to admit just how dangerous their next step would be. Under their feet was hundreds of tons of stone both from the part of the fortress that had given way and from the buckled floor of the wine cellar. But the opening at the far end of the debris called to them. There were secrets there, and that was what they’d come for. None of them would have turned back now.

They picked their way carefully across the rubble. Several times, the stone shifted under Drake’s feet, and he nearly toppled over before Sully or Jada grabbed him. He did the same for them, and soon they were sliding down a slope of debris, loose stone cascading around and beneath them.

Drake pitched forward and jumped the last few feet down into the ancient corridor below. As Jada and Sully followed suit, he glanced up into the ruin that once had been the wine cellar, peered through the openings above into the blue sky, and wondered how difficult it was going to be to climb back up the rock pile with it all giving way beneath them. He thought it might be like Sisyphus trying to roll his stone uphill. He figured they had four or five hours before the taxi driver returned. He hoped that would be enough time to figure a way out of the ruins.

“All set?” Sully asked.

Jada took a deep breath, tested her flashlight, and shone it down the throat of the dark corridor ahead. “Set.”

Drake would have been happier if he’d had a flashlight, too. But the ones Sully and Jada were carrying provided plenty of illumination. He had a lighter with him in case he needed to make a torch in an emergency.

“Follow the yellow brick road,” Drake said softly, his words slipping down the corridor and coming back in a whispery echo.

The stones rustled behind them, settling further. It occurred to him that as unstable as it was, the rest of the fortress might collapse while they were underground, trapping them. He tried to push the thought away, but it lingered in the back of his head, haunting him.

The corridor led them north about a hundred paces, sloping downward the whole way, and then turned west, where it ended abruptly in a steep set of stairs. Small cups had been carved into the stone at intervals. Drake rubbed the inside of the bowl and then licked his finger. His nose wrinkled with distaste.

“Lamp oil,” he said. “Nothing left, but these were lights.”

As they descended the stairs, Jada and Sully used their beams to illuminate the walls and ceiling, searching for any art or ornament and finding nothing. They had found some kind of subterranean complex built into the hill beneath the Akrotiri fortress but no indication they were in a labyrinth.

That did not come until they were deeper.

There were flowers over the door. Not actual flowers but an engraving in the stone depicting a small array of large-petaled blossoms. Sully kept his light on the engraving, and they all studied the flowers for several long seconds.

“What are they?” Drake asked.

Sully grunted. “I look like a florist?”

They both looked at Jada.

“What?” she said, shrugging. “Because I’m a girl I’m supposed to know botany? I have no idea what they’re supposed to be, aside from flowers.”

Drake tried to play off their presumption, ready to make some excuse, but Jada gave him a look that warned him not to try and then went through the arched doorway.

“What?” Sully said. “Girls like flowers.”

Drake shook his head. “You’re such a Neanderthal.”

“And you’re what, Mr. Sensitive?”