A passage from The Unwritten Realm
The Bell Below

The bell rang once more as Mara followed Bridovar through the fourth door.
At the foot of the descending road, a gray horse held a bell rope between his teeth. His mane was the red of banked embers. An iron collar curved outward in shallow waves, and a small brass plate beneath it bore a name: Bellmantle.
He released the rope and stepped across their path.
Beyond him, water covered the road. The lamps reflected in it, but their reflections leaned against the current.
Mara opened the joined map. Its northern line ran straight through the flood.
Bellmantle scraped one hoof across the stone. Under the silt lay a second line, turning toward a narrow ledge. Beside it, someone had carved the surveyor's familiar mark.
"The map shows the road," Mara said. "Not the water."
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