Area 51: Legend by Robert Doherty

Author:Robert Doherty
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

XI

1,500 B.C.: STONEHENGE

There was no flashing light as Donnchadh opened the top to her tube. She checked the timer and learned that one thousand years—as planned— had passed since she had gone into the deep sleep. The deck was still cold to her feet and she quickly dressed as Gwalcmai once more was slower to rise. She had the computer online by the time he was dressed.

“Anything?” Gwalcmai asked as he sat next to her. He shivered. “We should have picked a warmer place to put the ship.”

Donnchadh ignored the comment. “Nothing intercepted from the guardians.”

“At least the Swarm hasn’t returned,” Gwalcmai said.

“Not for a harvest,” Donnchadh agreed.

Gwalcmai got to his feet and went to where his cloak and sword were hung. “I suppose we must go to Avalon.” He picked up the sword. “Do you think the Watcher is still there?”

“I hope so.” Donnchadh got her own cloak. “We shall soon find out.”

The town on the shore across from Avalon was deserted. And had been for a long time, to judge by the degraded condition of the few buildings that were still standing. There were no boats on the shoreline and the two stood in the light rain for several minutes looking up at the top of the tor. The tip was wreathed in mist but they could see that a stone building had been erected on the very top.

“I could build a boat,” Gwalcmai said.

“We have time, but not that much time.” Donnchadh moved off to the right, circling the island. “There.” She pointed at a clump of bushes. Tucked behind them, they could see glimpses of a small rowboat.

“It’s on the other side,” Gwalcmai noted.

“Would you rather build a boat or swim over and get that one?” Donnchadh asked.

“You could swim,” Gwalcmai suggested. “Or we both could.”

Donnchadh simply stared at him, waiting. Gwalcmai muttered something to himself as he stripped off his armor. Clad only in a loin wrap, he approached the dark water, shaking his shoulders from the chill. Gwalcmai let out a deep breath, then dived into the water. With powerful strokes, he made his way across the lake to the base of the tor. He emerged from the water, shaking it from him like a big dog. His long dark hair flew to and fro. He grabbed the rowboat, slid it into the water, and jumped on board. He paddled furiously, trying to stay warm, and was back across the lake in just a minute.

Donnchadh waited while he tried to dry himself and got dressed. They both got in the boat and rowed across to Avalon, where they made their way up the winding track to the top. The stone entry was enclosed in a small temple built of rock. A thick door barred entry into the temple. When Gwalcmai tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. However, the thatch top of the temple had long ago fallen in, so he was able to climb up the eight-foot wall and go over, jumping down inside.

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