The chamber fell silent except for the sound of water flowing upward.
Owen looked at the spiraling current, at the ancient carvings on the walls, at Gorvax's patient expression. The Sower had spoken with the certainty of someone who had known for a long time exactly what he was going to propose and exactly how Owen would respond.
"Show me," Owen said.
Gorvax led them to the far end of the chamber. The carvings grew denser here, layering on top of one another, creating an array of symbols that seemed to exist in more than two dimensions. In the center of the wall, there was a space that was not quite a door and not quite a hole — something that the eye wanted to look past, that the mind did not quite want to acknowledge.
