Unforgettable journey to other planets. Venera Harrison

to drink yesterday. I remember!” Yulia cried out anxiously.

      The doctor nodded and turned to Debby:

      “I even gave you a few sips.”

      “No,” David shook his head. “I didn’t drink. I saw everyone else was drinking, but I didn’t have the energy.”

      “Tea,” Bhrigu nodded, “strong, maybe, but just tea.”

      Jean-Pierre walked along the bank, pulling the boat up by the rope. He stepped closer to the hermit:

      “You’re coming with us,” Jean-Pierre said in French. “And if there’s nothing there, you’d better be able to swim well.”

      “Do you want to go there?” Dr Capri asked.

      “Yes,” answered Jean-Pierre. “It’s not a hallucination. All of this. I’m sure of myself, and I’m sure of what I see. Believe me, he didn’t poison us. It’s all crazy, but that’s not what’s important.”

      “So what is?” the doctor was surprised.

      “If your military friends are still alive, they will have to search for us. Either they will choose the direction that seems most logical to them, or…” Jean-Pierre paused, “and I hope so, they will start searching every possible hiding place in a spiral. Starting from the crash area. But if there’s no way out, how will they find us?”

      Jean-Pierre pointed to Bhrigu with a glance to get into the boat.

      “We don’t have much time. We walked about 20 or 30 minutes yesterday. So we’re about one or two kilometers away from the crash point. We were going mostly toward the setting sun, so westward. And you and the pilots came from the north. How long did you walk from the helicopter before you saw me and Debby?”

      “We ran, about fifteen minutes,” answered the doctor to Jean-Pierre.

      “So,” Jean-Pierre wanted to make another assumption, but when he saw Bhrigu he froze. “Although now it is important that the exit is really on the other side of the lake.”

      David ran to get his backpack and Yulia’s bag in the other room. He tapped the place where the passage had been yesterday and whispered, “How is that possible, isn’t a rock?” He threw the backpack into the boat and helped Yulia and Debby get in, then seated himself.

      “Jean-Pierre,” Dr Capri said quietly. “I think Bhrigu is telling the truth. He had nothing to do with it. All this…”

      “I don’t care,” Jean-Pierre replied. “Maybe Debby is better, but we still have to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

      David, who was already inside the boat, caught the doctor and the Frenchman’s gaze:

      “The boat is flimsy. Do you think we can all get across at once?”

      “Fine, we can squeeze,” Jean-Pierre answered. “Only together.”

      He went to the wall and picked up the torch which was attached to it. He gave it to Debby, who sat down next to Bhrigu. Yulia and David sat opposite.

      The doctor and Jean-Pierre both pushed the boat away from the shore. The boat was very small and barely fit four people. There was one narrow thwart at the end of the boat and another thwart in the middle. Between the two pairs of people was David’s backpack.

      “David, jump out,” Jean-Pierre said after looking around the inside of the boat. “We will swim behind the boat.”

      David shoved his backpack under the thwart and jumped into the water. Dr Capri sat in his place and took up an oar. Yulia took the other oar. Jean-Pierre pushed the boat and asked David to take hold of it with his hands, while he swam behind.

      The boat moved along the calm surface of the underground lake. The bottom immediately disappeared from under their feet and the light slapping of the oars against the water began to fill the vaults with even sounds

      “Bhrigu,” Dr Capri asked in English, “and still, could you explain what is happening? How is it possible that the exit from the cave has disappeared?”

      “Tulu-Manchi,” the hermit began quietly, “need you to understand question. How it happen? Or why it happen?”

      “Both,” said David, pulling himself closer to the boat on his hands.

      “Hmm,” Bhrigu smiled. “Good answer. I don’t know how it happen. It matters not much. But clear you have to go out a different way than you came.”

      “Just to get out,” said Jean-Pierre, overtaking the boat. “How much longer?”

      “Little,” answered Bhrigu. “Little further,” said Bhrigu. “Exit is close.”

      “Debby, pull the torch forward,” Jean-Pierre asked.

      Debby turned to the bow of the boat and held the torch forward over the water. The stalactites and stalagmites appeared out of the darkness. They were lumpy and yellowish and looked like huge dead snakes. Some protruded from the water in a frozen desire to reach the ceiling, others dangled from above.

      “There,” Bhrigu pointed to the two o’clock.

      The doctor took a second oar and turned the boat’s bow in the right direction.

      In a few seconds, the cave’s arch appeared out of the blackness, and the light began to reflect off the wall directly in front of them. The boat sailed up to the solid stone barrier.

      “Where now?” Jean-Pierre asked, taking hold of the boat.

      “That way,” answered Bhrigu.

      In the distance there was a sound like a waterfall, it was somewhere beyond the walls. The boat was moving slowly, parallel to the wall.

      “Here is the exit to the bank,” said Jean-Pierre, feeling the bottom.

      The boat came to a small bank, like two peas in a pod, similar to the one from which they had sailed. David and Jean-Pierre pulled the boat up.

      “This is the same shore, isn’t it,” said David.

      “No,” Jean-Pierre said uncertainly. “Debby, give me the torch.”

      Debby handed over the torch, and Jean-Pierre walked forward with it. After a few seconds, he lit the torches mounted on the wall.

      “No, David, there’s another passage, there’s no stretcher and the torches haven’t been lit for a long time,” Jean-Pierre shouted. “Get out of the boat.”

      The doctor and David helped everyone onto dry land, and together they moved toward Jean-Pierre.

      “What’s next?” Yulia asked.

      “There is a passageway,” Jean-Pierre pointed forward.

      Everyone went inside and found themselves in a large hall, almost perfectly round in shape. There were four passages in the hall: one from which they had just come and three at the opposite end of the hall. Faint sunlight streamed in from one. It was bright and dry in here.

      “Old man didn’t lie,” said Jean-Pierre. “Let’s get out of here.”

      Relief spread through the hall. For a moment everyone forgot the strange circumstances of the journey and the inexplicable, almost magical, but frightening mysteries left on the other side of the lake.

      “Stay here I,” Bhrigu began.

      “Oh, no. Don’t even think about it,” Jean-Pierre interrupted him grudgingly. “I didn’t let you go. Not until I’m sure we’re safe.”

      “Belongs to this place I,” the hermit continued calmly.

      “Jean-Pierre,” Debby said pleadingly. “That’s enough. There’s light in there. We’ll get outside.”

      “But he…” said Jean-Pierre with incomprehension.

      “No,” the hermit interrupted him himself. “Find the way forward is easy now.”

      Jean-Pierre looked around at everyone, pondering. He stopped at Debby, who was begging