Scenes from the Secret History (The Secret History of the World) by F. Paul Wilson Page A

rollers.”
    Jack looked at the stones and tried to imagine their weight, and the work it must have taken to carve each from a block of granite and then transport it here from wherever.  He remembered Eddie’s last question.
    “But why ?”
    “And look,” Eddie said.  “It’s not even put together right.  They left spaces between the rocks.”
    “They’ve probably shifted over the ages,” Weezy said.
    Jack wasn’t so sure about that.  He’d noticed the spaces, but they seemed pretty uniform.  Wouldn’t shifting and settling over time have resulted in uneven gaps?  These all looked to be an even ten or twelve inches apart at their bases, tapering as they went up.  That couldn’t have happened by chance.
    He peered through one of the gaps.  The empty space within was lit by strips of daylight streaming between the stones.  Its floor lay about three feet below ground level under a couple of inches of rainwater.  Jack could make out a layer of sandy soil beneath the surface.  A stone column, maybe a foot in diameter and four feet high, stood in the exact center of the space.
    Weezy and Eddie had moved up to gaps of their own on either side of him.
    “It is a teepee!” Eddie cried.  “Just like I said: a stone teepee!”
    Weezy’s voice dripped scorn.  “A teepee is a place to live, so it needs a doorway – you know, one of those handy openings you use to get in and out?  Plus, it’s supposed to protect you from the weather.  This flunks on both.”
    “All right, Miss Know-It-All, what is it then?”
    Weezy hesitated, then, “I don’t know.  But maybe if I look at it from another angle…”
    To Jack’s surprise, she turned sideways, squeezed through the gap, and jumped down to the inner floor.  She landed with a splash.  He noticed she was wearing old sneakers.  He looked down at his own battered Converse All-Stars.  They’d been soaked before, no reason they couldn’t get soaked again.
    Jack squeezed through his gap – a tight fit but he made it – and eased himself to the floor to avoid splashing Weezy.  Cool water filled his sneakers as he looked up and saw Eddie watching from outside.  He made no move to join them.  Jack was about to coax him in when he realized that even if Eddie wanted to join them, he couldn’t.  No way he’d fit through the narrow opening.  Or worse, if he forced himself in, he might not be able to get out.
    Jack turned in a slow circle, uncomfortable with the trapped feeling that stole over him.  He saw a triangle of cloudy sky above the damaged megalith. The broken-off apex rested at an angle against its base. 
    What had happened?  A weakness in the stone?  A lightning strike?  He’d never know.
    “Look,” Weezy said, pointing to the perimeter of the sunken area. 
    Jack saw how the sides sloped away at an angle, following the inner surfaces of the megaliths.
    “How deep do you think the stones are buried?” she asked.
    Jack shrugged.  He had no idea, but the megaliths were even bigger than they appeared from the outside.
    He heard splashing and turned to see Weezy making her way toward the short column in the center.  Her speed increased until she all but leaped the last few feet.
    “Jack!  Look at this!”
    When he joined her he found her running her hands over the top of the column.
    “Look!  It’s the same shape, the exact same size!”
    Jack immediately saw what she meant – a six-sided indentation in the top of the column, a perfect fit for their lost little pyramid.  No doubt about it now – the two pyramids were connected.
    “What do you think it did here?”
    “I don’t know but…”  Anger washed across her features, leaving steely determination. 
    “But what?”
    “Somehow, some way, I’m going to get our pyramid back and find out.”
    Jack shared her desire but couldn’t see any way to make that happen, so he looked for a way to change the subject.  He turned and pointed to the megaliths.
    “Why go to all