Chapter 3

Bermuda Breakthrough

 

“Miami, come in. Do you read me? Do you read me?”

Again, there was no answer from the airport tower, only static. Ever since his Cessna had unexpectedly hit a storm front over the Caribbean captain Greg Pearson, an experienced pilot with the Transaviac Charter airline, had tried to contact Miami airport. He hated not being in control of his aircraft. Dark clouds were swirling around and not even the frequent lightening had made a difference. The sight had been absolutely zero. Captain Pearson ran his hand nervously through his short grey hair. He had never experienced anything like this before.

“This is your captain speaking. Please remain seated with your seatbelts on. I don’t want to see anything else fly, except this plane.”

Captain Pearson had made a few encouraging and even funny remarks over the intercom at first. By now he felt more like screaming at whatever it was that had taken over his plane. Six passengers had embarked on the chartered flight in Bermuda thinking it a stroke of luck. The regular plane due to leave Hamilton for Miami at 7:25 am had been downed with a mechanical problem. The ocean had been calm and sparkling as the tiny, whining plane carried them across the blue sky morning. The passengers regretted their impatience sorely when a storm had hit them out of nowhere.

“Miami come in. Mayday!” The captain bellowed into the radio. “Mayday!”

Static answered. A hissing sound, which did not come from the equipment, had strangely risen and ebbed. None of the instruments worked from the onset of the turbulence, yet they hadn’t plunged into the sea. The Cessna seemed to simply glide as high winds were pulling and tugging at the wings. Now the lightening and swirling dark clouds morphed into heavy fog. A thick dark fog. The tugging stopped. Well, they were still in the air, weren’t they? But where?

“Betsy, keep them calm. Let them have champagne or whatever they want, just keep them calm,” he had told Betsy Fuller the flight attendant. Betsy had set her mouth in determination and went to work. She was a feisty woman with her black hair in a tight bun under the pert stewardess cap. This would not be her last flight, if she had anything to do with it. Jamal and Jerome, her three-year-old twins home in St. Petersburg needed their mother.

“Here is your Bloody Mary, sir.” Betsy Fuller put the red cocktail down on the folding table.

Lafayette Thomas, a civil engineer from Ohio, seemed to be asleep with his head leaning against the window. She left him alone. A British historian, Dr. Peter Spencer, and his son Scott sat rigidly upright, their faces chalky white. faces chalky white. The other passengers sat still staring ahead of them in anticipation of the inevitable crash. No need yet for oxygen masks, but the passengers were wearing their yellow life jackets. Betsy Fuller, efficient even in the face of danger, had made sure of that.

“Champagne, sir?”

“Champagne? Is there something wrong? How much longer do we have to endure this?” Dr. Spencer asked timidly.

“Sir, it will be over sooner than you think.”

The plane lurched and Betsy had to steady herself against the seat.

“Have you ever been in weather like this?”

“Oh yes, sir, many times,” the stewardess lied. “And I’m still here.”

She poured a glass of champagne for the historian and a coke for his pop-eyed son. The strange hissing sound stopped abruptly.

“Ha, give me some champagne, too!” a half-drunk passenger roared from the back. “Why not go out on the good stuff?” He laughed hysterically.

“Mayday, Miami, do you read me?” Captain Pearson tried again to make contact, but the static had made way for dead quiet. “Great, that’s helping!”

The two engines sputtered back into action, but it was too dangerous to risk a blind emergency landing. All the captain could do was keep the plane afloat. Then he saw lights on the ground. Could it be stars reflecting in the sea? But unbelievably, land appeared through the thinning mist and the lights were on the land! His joy turned to dismay. There shouldn’t be any land yet. Not in the Sargasso Sea, unless the force of the storm had driven them completely off-course. Then the fog lifted and Betsy entered the cockpit.

“Captain what is going on?”

“Something very strange, that’s for sure. There is land below, but I have no idea where we are.”

“Why is it dark outside? It can’t be that late. Darn, my watch stopped working.”

A half-moon stood out brightly against the starry sky. It had been broad daylight just before the storm. They had left Bermuda at 9:15 am sharp. The captain checked his watch. It had stopped at 11:12 am, May 28th.

“Are you going to attempt an emergency landing?” Betsy’s voice trembled.

“Without instruments? Too much of a risk. There is still enough fuel in the tank. We’ll have to cruise, while I try and establish contact.”

“What do I tell the passengers? They are asking questions.”

“Tell them everything is fine. We’re just a bit off course that’s all.”

But before Captain Pearson could contact the nearest airport, the instruments came on again, blinking and beeping. The captain tried to operate them, but it was as if something had taken over from him. The landing gear dropped. A few minutes later, the Cessna set down on an illuminated runway, narrowly missing two cone-shaped buildings. The passengers clapped. As soon as the plane had touched down, people started to emerge from the buildings. Large people in long white robes.

*

As if the theft of the ‘Speaking Stone’ had not been upsetting enough, the Lady of Kamûk needed to deal with another unexpected problem. A bang had ripped through the night air east of D’ântilla. Something had crashed in the sky, but there was neither fire nor flying debris and no heavenly body had been detected by the observatory.

Thermo detectors searched the area between Jamba, home to the largest ptarmigan farm on D’ântilla, and the eastern coast.

“Detectors picked up several individuals in a winged metal machine — presumably a vimaan,” The scientist in charge reported. “The vimaan was safely teleported to Jamba’s rarely used airstrip. On closer inspection we discovered that this noisy and smelly flying object is no ordinary vimaan. The five men, one woman and one child appear to be terrified of the rescue personnel. I can assure you that the Gabari women are perfectly trained to handle such emergency situations.”

“Interesting.” The Lady of Kamûk listened attentively. She walked next to the scientist toward the outlandish vimaan in one of the airport’s hangars.

“Attempts to communicate with the passengers were futile. They don’t seem to understand even one civilized language. We decided to sedate them with sleeping gas in order to prevent panic.”

“So it has happened again, Thujan.” The Lady of Kamûk peered through the vehicle’s big front window at the sleeping pilot. “What are we going to do now?”

She had arrived in Jamba to inspect the flying object and its passengers and her suspicions were soon confirmed. Thujan was a very serious man with longish grey hair, who spoke with authority.

“There is no doubt, honorable Lady. The vimaan is from another time. The cosmic raygun was tested yesterday and like before, objects from another dimension were attracted and most regrettably crossed through the barrier of space and time. The new raygun could be too strong. The sudden energy surge must be causing irregular fluctuations in the continuum. Just like before.”

The scientist hinted at an incident, when two fishing boats had suddenly appeared close to Kamûk two moon phases ago, causing a sensation.

“The recent improvements did not help then.”

“My apologies, Lady, but it does not seem so. We will work harder.”

Masters of harbors and airstrip commanders were required to report any unusual sightings. D’ântillans had witnessed only one such event before. When the Lady had been a young maiden at the citadel of Lycia, the last member of a ship’s crew of eleven died. Their vessel had broken through the space time barrier in the early hours of one fateful morning almost one sheaf of years ago. The ship was found only two days later, which had made a reversal of the crossing impossible. The homesick seafarers had eventually come to believe that divine intervention had saved them from fighting a gruesome war in their own time. Thanks to a minimal adjustment of their memories at the ‘House of Life’.

“We must keep this incident quiet.”

“Yes, Lady. The last time some said that the hold of eternal ice on the continent of Annwynn at the pit of the globe may have lifted to release the poor, unliving souls of the dead. Ridiculous.”

The Lady of Kamûk shook her head. “It is best to avoid such reactions this time.”

“Last moon we managed to send the two fishing boats back to their own time. There is hope. It didn’t attract undue attention under the cover of night.”

“Then let’s do it the same way we did it then. There should be enough time before daybreak.” The Lady looked up at the starry sky. It was so peaceful out here.

“Honorable Lady, there is no reason why not. The random channel has not yet closed. We have the best prospect of success.”

“The sooner after the crossing of the objects the better. Otherwise, the channel will close again and the original point reference is lost.”

“I am aware of this Thujan. And if the procedure fails, the object might be lost in time and space. Let’s begin then without delay.”

They both were transported to the observatory in the Iapetus Hills with the flying object by teleporter beam. Thujan and his team of scientists went straight to work. He later found the Lady outside, watching the first colored light on the eastern horizon.

“We were able to calculate the exact point of crossing. I am pleased to report that the reversal was instantaneous and successful, honorable Lady.” He bowed a little and the Lady sighed with relief.

“The Earthmother be thanked. Let’s get some rest before the morning breaks.”

The Lady of Kamûk walked to the waiting citadel vimaan and was soon on her way to town, where bad news awaited her.

Trevor, Chryseis and Katherine had been completely unaware of the nightly incident. So were most of the D’ântillans. Another event however got everybody’s attention when Kamûk awoke to another busy day. News quickly spread that the ‘Speaking Stone of Caradoc’ had been stolen from the citadel. Outrageous! The tragic loss of two harbor guards was also reported. And two Gabari citadel staff had gone missing. The time travelers learnt about the theft during breakfast. At sunrise when the crime was discovered, the guards in the Lady’s audience room had raised the alarm. They had neither seen nor heard or felt anything. But there was no doubt as to who had been behind the plot.

“These Edfunians mean business!” Katherine worked on a boiled harpee egg. ”They are really keen on that speaking stone.”

“It’s bad news. I wonder what the Lady is going to do now.”

At least they can’t suspect us this time.”

“I thought we could hear the stone speak sometime.”

“Oh Trevor, as if.”

“I’m sure there is something to it.”

“Sure there is.”

The ‘Speaking Stone’ was soon located thanks to a secret tracking device. The moonstone was moving north on an Alesian trading navis, whose captain did not respond to thought transfer. The plan was obviously to reach Ruta Ynis before nightfall and then to cross the Saturnian Sea into Edfun. The D’ântillans had to act fast. If the priceless stone was taken to Shuruk, it would be near impossible to retrieve it. Soon captain Thëlamôn stood before the Lady of Kamûk.

“Thëlamôn, old friend. I’m afraid you have to change your plans.”

The ‘Navis Arion’ was not simply a trading ship, but also a well-equipped fast ship that had been chosen to protect the important passengers from Cydonia. Captain Thëlamôn was a former D’ântillan sealord. He had been among the allied counsel to advice the Lady of Cydonia during the recent conflict with Edfun.

“As you wish, honorable Lady. One is glad to be of service.”

“The council of elders has decided. With your experience, you are the perfect choice to retrieve the ‘Speaking Stone of Caradoc’ from the Edfunians. The merchant crew will be exchanged for marine soldiers. More than one ship could attract too much attention. So you are on your own. The Cydonians will come with you, however.”

“I will ready the ship. We can sail as soon as you say the word.”

The citadel gave out misleading stories to throw possible spies off track. That the search had been abandoned, since there was no chance of finding the stone, that a delegation had been sent to Alesia, that an army were on its way to Shuruk to declare war, and the like. The elders were also aware that Rutian elves could be quite moody. Elfinûr, queen of the elves, had to be won over gently with a worthy gift to lend her assistance. A small harp made of yellow songwood would be perfect, since it was a very special instrument to elves.

During all these preparations, the Lady of Kamûk summoned the Cydonian visitors. “I admit that I do not fully understand the Lady of Cydonia’s position in this. She asked that the children accompany you throughout.”

“So our good Lady has no doubts that we will retrieve the Speaking Stone.”

The Lady of Kamûk sighed. “I do not approve of children being in the middle of a possible battle, myself. What is your opinion, Honorable Junior Delegate?”

As their guardian, Kheton needed to speak for the time travelers.

“I bow to the wishes of my ruler.”

By midday the Navis Arion had reached the high seas and they were racing north toward Ruta Ynis.