The stairwell leading down from the Barrière d'Enfer was quiet and dark. Only the gurgling sound of an aqueduct could be heard, diverting water from the bones of the dead. The map the man had given Steel had him heading down this entrance through a bendy corridor for a stretch. Steel’s torch illuminated the stone walls, chalk marks resembling arrows decorated the stone. Steel wondered just how many people had wandered into this tunnel lost, and then turned back not knowing that freedom was so close. He knew of course that many did die in these tunnels. He tried to push the thought out of his mind.
After walking for twenty minutes or so, Steel came upon a model of a fort. He knew this to be the Fortress Port-Mahon. The stone of the statue had a light coating of moss along its walls but it was exquisite in its detail. Three minutes later the sound sound of music and murmuring began to overpower the gurgling of the aqueducts. Finally he came to an archway, the words Arrête! C'est ici l'empire de la Mort carved above it. Beyond it the passageway was lined with bones and skulls. There was a formation of skulls in the shape of a heart. It made him stop.
“Really, a heart?”
“Yes, what a morbid juxtoposition!”
The voice had come from behind steel. He drew the dagger from his belt and whirlled around to meet the speaker. Behind him there was a hooded man. The man’s head tilted back away from the dagger, however his eyes were not fearful.
“Put that away Monseiur. I mean you no harm. We are headed to the same place, no?”
Steel lowered his dagger but did not relax his posture. “What do you know of this, place we are going?”
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In the center of the antechamber a decorative giant bone acted as a support for the ceiling. On closer inspection Steel found that it wasn’t one giant bone, but a sculpture made of hundreds of thousands of bones. Skulls wound their way up the pillar like a spiral staircase. A circle of men in hooded black cloaks stood in a circle around the pillar; their heads were bent and they were murmuring some sort of prayer.
“Monsieur Lefevre, I’m glad to see that you could make it.”