Part 38 (2/2)

”Alain!” cried Adica behind him.

”Go, Adica!”

Alain held them back, striking toward their heads, knocking a spear thrust off course, as Rage retreated in Adica's wake and Sorrow took one last bite at the foot of the struggling leader who, righting himself in the slippery stream, thought he could get a last kick in for free. In the confusion, Alain retreated with Sorrow. They cut into the tunnel as another arrow thudded against stone.

”We go back to the phoenix,” called Laoina, ahead of them.

”Are you hurt?” Alain kept his balance in the blackness by keeping one hand in constant contact with the wall.

”Dust in my eye, nothing more.”

But it was more than dust that pursued them. Shouts and ululating cries rebounded off the walls. A light flickered behind as the Cursed Ones brought torches forward to light their pursuit. Alain saw Adica running before him and farther, almost a stone's throw on, the faint figure of Laoina. The hounds had gotten ahead and were now trying to push past Two Fingers, who was leading them through the dark. They rounded a bend, and the light faded.

Alain paused long enough to turn and shout.” Haililili!” Then he rushed onward after the rest. Every score of steps he would yell , back again, hoping to give their pursuers pause, believing he meant to charge out of the dark at them. But after the third time they began to yell taunts back at him. Even with Two Fingers' knowledge of the tunnels, the Cursed <^nes with=”” their=”” torches=”” were=”” gaining=””>

A glow rose ahead. Golden phosph.o.r.escence striped the walls.

Two Fingers halted in that jumble of fallen rocks where they had stopped to laugh so short a time before. Here the tunnel narrowed until only one person could squeeze through at a time. After the others crowded through behind him and Alain stationed himself to guard the cleft, Two Fingers lifted the gold feather to his lips and blew.

Adica's fingers brushed Alain's back, a rea.s.suring caress on his neck. The hounds pressed up beside her, tails thumping lightly on rock. Two Fingers lowered the feather and retreated cautiously toward the phoenix's lair, Laoina at his heels.

”Go on,” Alain murmured, afraid to speak more loudly for fear of alerting the Cursed Ones, but Adica didn't move.

Torchlight lit the rock face and made sharp angles stand out in relief. A spear point probed around the cleft. With his staff held vertically, Alain shoved the point aside and, using the rocks to protect himself, twisted within the cleft, striking the leading warrior so hard in the face that he staggered Backward into the others. V ”Run!” Pus.h.i.+ng Adica forcibly before him, Alain fled with her and the hounds toward the phoenix's cave. They stumbled over bones and debris in time to see Two Fingers and Laoina escaping out the far pa.s.sage down which they had first come. The tail-feather eyes had woken, all of them, searching the cavern. Snakes slid from the nest to fall in among rubbish and bones. The debris on the floor s.h.i.+fted, rocking, tipping, tumbling as black shapes writhed through the heaps of refuse. The Cursed Ones advanced from behind, voices ringing as they called out in triumph.

Recklessly, he shoved Adica forward into the cavern. Beyond, Two Fingers lingered at the far pa.s.sageway. He lifted the feather to his lips as the phoenix stirred, cracking open one golden eye.

”Let it wake!” cried Alain. He shoved Adica hard onto the ground and fell on top of her just as a spear pa.s.sed through the s.p.a.ce where he had been. Sorrow and Rage raced toward Two Fingers, fleeing in terror as a wave of heat filled the room, the restless phoenix opening its wings.

A snake slithered over his hand, c.o.kTIind smooth. It had no eyes, but its tongue flickered ceaselessly, probing his skin with a stinging touch. A second, and third and fourth, followed; he felt a CHILD or FLAME dozen or more writhing over his legs and the flicking darts of their forked tongues as they investigated him. Adica whimpered softly. He had never seen her truly scared before. Yet when a snake touched the skrolin armband, it hissed, spasming wildly, and at once the blind snakes scattered, leaving them alone.

Alain scrambled up, grabbed Adica by the arm, and they dashed after the hounds just as a volley of arrows and thrown spears clattered into the cavern, accompanied by cries and shouts.

Light rose as the phoenix woke fully, screaming its fury. Two Fingers yanked Adica into the safety of the far pa.s.sage, tugging her into an alcove cut into the rock. The glare of the beast's uncanny feathers made the stone walls shudder, and where Alain crouched at the mouth of the narrow alcove, sheltering the others with his body, he could pick out every least sparkling granule in the ancient walls carved so long ago from the stone. The hiss of its breath steamed on his calves. It trumpeted frustration.

An instant later, shouts of alarm echoed weirdly along the rock as the pursuing Cursed Ones, emerging into the cavern, discovered the source of the light. The phoenix trumpeted again. Cries shattered everywhere.

”Where the phoenix nests, there can be no attack,” said Two Fingers cryptically, hard to hear over the panic that had broken out among their pursuers.

It was terrible to hear and worse, in a way, when the screams and noises had faded, and the light fled, as the phoenix pursued the pursuers down the tunnel.

After a while, when all they could hear was a steady hissing undertone, Two Fingers relit the torch. Alain ventured uneasily into the cavern, only to find its surface boiling like water. All the snakes had tumbled out of the nest to make a seething sea. There was no way across except to wade through them.

”Ai, mercy!” muttered Laoina, wiping her injured eye.” I think I must die now.”

”They are poison,” said Two Fingers.” This is very bad.”

”I have an idea.” Alain slipped off his armband and fastened it to his staff.” Light all the .torches, one for each of you, and walk closely behind me. I'll clear a path.”

So they went, he in the lead and Adica immediately behind him, then the hounds with Two Fingers right behind and Laoina-brave Laoina!-bringing up the rear. The snakes writhed away from the touch of the armband, and he shoved it among them mercilessly as he broke a path through their ranks. Slender tongues flickered, tasting the air. The hissing of the agitated snakes rose in volume to become like a flood's roar. Behind, the others thrust and thrust again with the torches, cutting swathes of fire to keep the snakes away. Smoke hazed the cavern.

The boldest of their pursuers had been caught by the phoenix's first attack. Falling, gut ripped open, he had succ.u.mbed to the snakes, dusky skin purpling everywhere and swelling most horribly from their poison. He was a difficult obstacle to cross, because he was already beginning to stink.

Not quickly enough the far tunnel opened before them. Alain shoved Adica past him, then slapped the hounds along after. Two Fingers almost swiped him with his torch as the man leaped past, Laoina at his heels, coughing as she took in a lungful of pitchy smoke. Alain backed after them, poking at the slithering ma.s.s, which had already swarmed over the corpse, hiding it.

”Watch out!” cried Laoina, behind him.

His heel hit a soft obstacle. He stumbled, tripoed, and fell hard into the grotesque embrace of a mutilated corps ,'that half blocked the tunnel's opening.

”Hei!” cried Laoina, stepping up next to him and thrusting her torch forward.

He groped for the haft of his staff, fallen over his knees. His other hand slipped on something cool and wet as he tried to push himself up.

A snake had found shelter in the opened chest cavity of the dead man. It curled free, out of the spume and blood, just as Alain set his hand in its way, trying to get purchase on the b.l.o.o.d.y ground.

Bit.

Unspeakable pain lanced up his stricken arm.

Laoina tossed the torch to land at Alain's feet. Snakes writhed away from the flames as she jabbed with her spear, catching the snake midway down its length. With a furious oath, she flung it off the point and back into the darkness of the cavern.

Alain scrambled to his feet, grabbing his staff. They retreated hastily, brought up short at the narrow cleft, where their companions waited beside two more gruesomely-torn corpses.

”The snake has bitten him,” said Laoina curtly. Two Fingers grabbed Alain's hand at the wrist. An ugly red swelling had already begun to deform the hand.” For this I have no cure,” he said mournfully.

”Let me see.” Adica raised the bitten hand to her mouth, but Two Fingers grabbed her arm and yanked her away.

”Do not! In the mouth, it will kill. In the hand, maybe he can live. Quickly we must go. If the phoenix returns, then are we all dead.”

”Let's go,” said Alain, biting hard at his lower lip. That small pain alone allowed him to stay standing. The pain had thrust all the way up to his head. Maybe he might split in half from the agony. But Two Fingers was right. Shaking so hard he could barely get his fingers to work, he untied the armband and shoved it up his injured arm. At once, strangely, the pain eased enough that he could think again. His little finger, below the bite, was beginning to puff up.” I will live.”

”Quick quick,” said Laoina, taking him at his word. Behind, they heard hissing, as though the eyeless snakes had come to investigate down the tunnel, guiding themselves along their trail with flicks of their forked tongues. One of the corpses was actually blocking the cleft. Laoina shoved it out of the way.” Follow me,” said Two Fingers.

They doused two torches and by a single light retraced their original path. They found another dead Cursed One afloat in the underground pool, his arms and leg leaking blood in rivulets that flowed toward the culvert. It wasn't easy to wade across that water, its clarity polluted by bits of flesh and innards drifting free of the cavity ripped into his stomach. All the pale fish and salamanders had vanished. Faint gold streaks made the walls glow, the sign of the phoenix's pa.s.sage.

The cold water eased the pain in Alain's hand, although a second finger had begun to swell.

Two Fingers followed the phoenix's trail down a tunnel that ran as, straight as an arrow's flight. One torch guttered out, and he lit the second, but even so they walked on and on until Alain's feet began to hurt from the unrelenting stone. He could not bend three of his fingers, but decided it was simply better not to look at them.

Adica tried to talk to him, but he shushed her, afraid she would let her fear for him delay them.

The second torch spent itself, and Two Fingers lit the third. On they went. Eventually, the rock floor gave way to grainy sand.

Alain stopped to take in a deep breath.” Salt water.” The sharp scent cleared his head. His headache eased. He could not close his hand. It felt like it had swollen to twice its normal size, but when he looked at it in the dim light, it didn't look much different.

Two Fingers extinguished the torch. There remained light enough to see Two Fingers place the partially burned torch onto a stack of other torches, some fresh, some half spent, set into a niche carved into the sloping wall. They emerged then out of a narrow cave's mouth onto a strand so long that, with dusk falling, Alain could see no end to it on either side. Heavy clouds engulfed the sky, an angry horizon marked by the receding storm. The wind stung his fingers, its touch like the bite of the snake all over again. Angry red stripes lanced up his forearm, to his elbow, but where they reached the skrolin armband they simply ceased, as though cut off.

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