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asks us whether or not people will behave morally if they don’t fear being caught or found out.”

      “And what’s the answer?”

      “Plato says it depends on the nature of the man.”

      “The weapon could change everything,” Boone says after a moment. “For us. For the lines. For everyone.”

      Before I can reply to this, Brecht appears behind us. Instinctively, we pull apart.

      “You need to come down,” Brecht says. “There is a problem.”

      “What’s happened?” I ask as Boone and I get to our feet.

      “It’s Ott,” he says. “He’s disappeared. And so has the girl.”

       CHAPTER 3

       Boone

      When we get back inside, Yildiz runs up to us, speaking wildly in Turkish. She’s talking so fast that I can’t understand a word she’s saying, but Ari does.

      “She says Kelebek went to get water. A few minutes later, she realized that Ott was gone as well.”

      “Maybe he just went out to smoke,” I suggest. “Or walk around.”

      “The key is gone too,” Brecht tells me. He holds up the box containing the weapon pieces. It was tucked into my pack, but someone has obviously removed it.

      I look at Ari. We should never have left the box unattended. It was a stupid thing to do.

      “We have to find him,” I say. I turn to Yildiz. “Do you know where the well is?”

      She nods enthusiastically, and beckons with her hand. “Come,” she says.

      The three of us follow the old woman as she leaves the room and goes outside. She hobbles quickly in the opposite direction of the stargazing rock, heading for the doorway of another fairy tower. Once inside, she begins to descend a set of stairs that spiral down into the earth. It’s dark, so Ari, Brecht, and I turn on our flashlights. The beams cross one another as we hurry behind Yildiz, casting looming shadows on the stone walls.

      The stairs corkscrew down, as if a giant has plunged them into the dirt. I estimate we descend about 50 feet before they stop and we find ourselves in a tunnel just tall enough for me to walk in without having to bend over. It’s maybe four feet wide, and we have to walk single file.

      “They designed these tunnels so that enemies would have to enter one at a time,” Brecht says from behind me. “It made them easier to pick off.”

      “That’s very reassuring,” I tell him. “Anything else we should watch out for?”

      “Oh, all manner of traps,” he says. He sounds excited. “Pitfalls. Falling rocks. In the other city Sauer and I explored, there was a room that filled with sand, burying anyone who became locked inside it. The architects of these places were very clever.”

      Ahead of me, Yildiz begins calling out Kelebek’s name. I try to quiet her, in case Ott is hiding somewhere, but she ignores me, her frantic cries echoing through the stone tunnel. There is no answer, and she calls out some more.

      My fear is that Ott took the key and followed the girl, then forced her to show him the door and open it. But since we don’t know where the door is, we could be going in the totally wrong direction. All I can do is continue to follow Yildiz as she races through the tunnel. When we come to a fork, she does not hesitate as she takes the path to the left. Then there are more stairs, another tunnel. The whole time we are moving, she continues to call out Kelebek’s name.

      Finally she gets an answer. The girl’s voice comes back, echoing through the tunnel. She doesn’t sound scared, which makes me feel a little less worried. When we emerge from the tunnel into a small room, we find her standing calmly in front of what looks like a trough carved into the rock. It’s filled with water. Then I hear the muffled sound of someone loudly cursing. It seems to be coming from beneath the floor.

      “Is that Ott?” I ask.

      Kelebek nods. “He threatened to harm me,” she says coolly.

      “How did he get down there?”

      Kelebek steps on one of the stones, and it tips beneath her foot, pivoting on an unseen hinge. Ott’s voice becomes louder for a moment, then is dampened again as the stone slides back into place. I kneel beside the stone and test it with my hand. Once again it tips. This time I stop it from closing by holding it open. I shine my flashlight into the darkness below. Ott’s face is illuminated as he looks up at me from the bottom of a narrow pit about 15 feet deep. He shields his eyes with his hand.

      “Get me out of here,” he says. “I think my damn leg is broken.”

      “Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to force the girl to open the door for you,” I suggest.

      “I didn’t,” he says. “I went after her when I realized she’d taken the key.”

      I look at Kelebek.

      “He’s lying,” she says instantly.

      “Search her,” I tell Ari.

      Ari moves toward the girl, who backs away and pulls a small knife out of somewhere in her clothes. “Don’t touch me!”

      “Looks like he’s telling the truth,” I say as the girl pokes her knife at Ari.

      “Of course I’m telling the truth,” Ott snaps. “Now get me out of here.”

      “We’ll need to get some rope,” I tell him. “And something to make a harness out of.”

      I hear a grunt, then some more cursing. This time, it comes from Kelebek. Ari has disarmed her easily, and now has her arms around the girl, who is thrashing wildly and clawing uselessly at Ari. Yildiz is talking to her in Turkish, trying to calm her down, but the girl is too busy being angry to listen.

      “Stop it!” Ari says. “Nobody is going to hurt you.”

      Kelebek, probably more worn out than she is ready to listen, stops struggling. When she’s no longer trying to break away from Ari’s grasp, Ari slips a hand into the girl’s pockets. She pulls out the key from the weapon case.

      “Why did you take it?” she asks.

      “I didn’t,” the girl says. “I took it from him.”

      “Before you tricked him into stepping on the stone?” Ari says.

      Kelebek nods. “I told him I would open the door for him. He gave me the key.”

      “She’s lying!” Ott bellows. “I was going to take the key from her, but I stepped on that damn trapdoor and fell in here.”

      I look at Ari. I honestly don’t know which of them to believe. Based on what I know of him, it’s far more likely that Ott took the key and tried to get the girl to open the door for him. But something about the way the girl is acting makes me think she might not be telling the truth. Normally I would say that she’s just frightened and intimidated, but I’m not sure those are feelings she’s capable of.

      Ari lets go of the girl, who immediately steps away and glares at all of us like an angry cat. When Yildiz attempts to put an arm around her, Kelebek shrugs her away and stands with her arms crossed over her chest.

      “I’ll go back and get some rope from our packs,” I tell Ari. I look down at Ott and say, “Sorry, but you’ll have to sit in the dark for a little longer.” I let go of the rock, and as it slides back into place, once again sealing him in the pit, I hear him muttering in German.

      “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I say.

      It’s easy enough to find my way back through the tunnels. I memorized the route on the way

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