Part 16 (2/2)
”Then what are we to do?” Hakit demanded. ”Explain yourself, Queen-else I, for one, will decline to follow you.”
The President of Okamis was a man of imposing stature, clean-shaven and with a jutting jaw that he delighted in thrusting forward to emphasize his words. He was accustomed to wield almost dictatorial powers in his prosperous homeland. Earlier, when Anigel described the initial phase of her escape proposal at dinner, Hakit Botal had at first demurred, chuckling with patronizing disdain at the very notion of entrusting their fate to the alleged power of an amber amulet. Then, seeing that the others saw nothing wrong with pitting benevolent magic against the dark sorcery of Orogastus, Hakit had demanded that he himself be designated leader of the escape, rather than leaving the undertaking in charge of ”a delicately reared dame such as Her Majesty, who would have scant experience in such parlous adventures.”
Queen Anigel had smiled sweetly at the Okamisi President, saying that he was certainly free to propose an alternative scheme of his own, and head it up if the others elected to follow him. However, since Hakit actually had nothing concrete to offer at all, he finally submitted with ill grace when everyone else pledged support to Anigel.
She now said to him, ”I know you are anxious, but I have a good reason to keep the second part of my plan secret for now. It is for our own protection, in the melancholy event that one of us should... be taken by the enemy in the course of our escape.”
There was an uncomfortable silence as the captives mulled over her words-for there was more than one implication. Unlike the royals, who had all demonstrated their personal enmity for Orogastus during dinner, the three leaders of the republics had hinted more than once at a willingness to accommodate the sorcerer and his Star Guild if it should be to their national advantage.
They walked on, avoiding one another's eyes.
Finally Prigo, speaking with elaborate casualness, changed the subject. ”It seems obvious that the Star Men must have some magical means of transport if they intend to attack Denombo within three days, as the woman Naelore said to Queen Anigel.”
”I believe this to be true,” Anigel agreed. ”And I hope that we may ultimately reach the Sobranian capital by using that same means.”
”But how?”
Anigel said, ”There is one who may be able to tell us that, Duumvir, along with other valuable information. Queen Jiri and I will go down to the dungeons and fetch this person shortly, so that he may accompany us in our escape attempt.”
”Not that firebrand Ledavardis!” Ga-Bondies exclaimed, full of indignation. ”Not the Pirate King!”
”We cannot leave him to languish here,” said Anigel evasively.
Prigo gave a sniff. ”It's Ledo's own fault that he's not free on parole with the rest of us.”
”You intend to release him,” Prince Widd inquired, ”using that amber amulet of yours to open the locks?”
”Yes,” said Anigel. ”That is exactly what I hope to do.”
”Do you also expect this enchanted geegaw of yours to whisk us to Brandoba in the wink of an eye?” asked Hakit, speaking with arch skepticism.
She made a mild reply. ”My trillium-amber is unfortunately not capable of such a miracle. But with the grace of the Triune its powers may yet suffice to gain our freedom.”
Hakit scowled. ”May? This plan of yours may be the death of us!”
”Nothing is certain,” the Queen said serenely, ”save that someday we will all pa.s.s safely beyond. But I for one am not ready to die yet... nor am I willing to surrender my country and my authority to a base sorcerer, as certain other rulers may be. My two sisters and I know Orogastus of old, and the magic of our Black Trillium has saved us from him many a time. If the Lords of the Air smile upon us, we may be aided once again by the Flower.”
”This escapade sounds more and more dubious,” Hakit said, with a sour grimace. ”I'm having serious second thoughts, especially since you refuse to demonstrate your magic to us.”
Anigel nodded, as if to concede the point. ”It was not possible earlier, since the amulet works only to save me from peril, or guide me in dangerous circ.u.mstances. Opening the dungeon doors for the rescue of Ledavardis will therefore serve as a crucial test of my plan. If the amber fails in that task, we will know that Orogastus has laid some overwhelming enchantment upon Castle Conflagrant that the Black Trillium is helpless to counter.”
”Then what?” Prince Widd inquired.
”If the dungeon doors do not open, I will return chastened to my rooms, where I will pray for our eventual rescue or ransom and go straight to bed... I advise those of you who have no confidence in me to follow that course of action now! I do not intend to waste any more time in talking. Whoever is with me, resume the charade of drunken merrymaking, for we are near to the stairs and I spy a pair of guards on station there.”
After a moment's hesitation, the others all came along after her. Widd and Raviya linked arms and began to sing an Engian ballad about a la.s.s who loved a sailorman. Prigo did a little dance around them and Hakit pretended to swig from his bottle, while keeping his thumb thrust into the neck. Ga-Bondies merely staggered along, looking more and more queasy.
At the head of the staircase, Queen Anigel bade a giggly good evening to the two guards, who gave amused salutes. ”Good men, we are on our way to escape,” she told them slyly. ”Sound the alarm! Call out Orogastus and his crew of conjurers!”
The bored guards made no move to hinder the distinguished hostages, who proceeded down the stairs amidst tipsy laughter and song.
On the keep's ground floor was a large vaulted lobby having a well, water troughs, and hitching rails. Fronial droppings, a broken sack of grain, and other debris left by the sorcerer's small army lay on the pavement. A single broad pa.s.sageway led straight from the foot of the staircase toward the barbican and gatehouse, while other corridors to the left and right gave onto the inner ward surrounding the keep, where there were presumably barracks and stables, kitchens, a bakery, and other domestic offices of a well-found castle. Except for the pa.s.sage to the barbican, the area was dark and full of confusing shadows, only dimly lit by dangling fire-baskets. The only men-at-arms to be seen were over forty ells away, near the gate.
Anigel went and sat on the wide coping of the great was.h.i.+ng trough, where she cupped her hands, took water, and pretended to lave her face. ”Now, if you please,” she whispered, ”gather closely around me, and we will review what we are to do.”
”I still don't feel well,” Ga-Bondies whimpered.
The Queen only smiled at him. ”You, Princess Raviya, Hakit, and Prigo will go down to the barbican. There you must discover exactly how many guards are on duty in the vicinity, and the manner of their patrolling. Prigo must look carefully at the sally port in the gate, through which we will have to make our exit, and take careful note of the position of any bolts, locks, or bars that will have to be undone.”
”The guards may become suspicious if we linger long,” Hakit said.
”Maintain the pretense of boisterous intoxication,” Anigel told him. ”Tell any persons you encounter how happy you are to be out of the dungeons and free to walk about the castle-even though you find the place very eerie. Remember our plan! Ask the guards if the corridors are haunted. Say you saw something ghostly as you were carousing about. Ask if they are certain that the Star Master has banished all demons and harmful spirits from the place. When you have made the guards thoroughly uneasy, return here to the well, where Widd will be waiting for you. Accompany him and follow his lead from then on.”
”It will all be done,” said Princess Raviya firmly.
Anigel turned to the elderly Eternal Prince, whose pouched eyes were sparkling with excitement. ”Dear friend, you recall that your job is to find the stable, which is doubtless in one of the enclosure buildings of the inner ward. Jolly up the grooms and hostlers you find on duty there. Ply them with drink.” She handed over her own wine bottle to him, and Queen Jiri's also. ”Contrive to examine whatever mounts are left in the stalls. Check out the tack room if you can, and try to find us some stormproof riding cloaks. We will require nine swift and st.u.r.dy fronials for our escape.”
”Nine?” Widd said in surprise. ”But there are only eight of us, including young King Ledavardis.”
”Nine,” said Anigel firmly. ”When you have finished your investigations, excuse yourself to the grooms, saying that you are enjoying their company so much that you will find more drink for them. Return here, collect the others, and take them back to the stable with you, as if to admire the animals and meet the lads you have befriended. Give out the remaining bottles of wine. When the stablehands have their back teeth afloat, overpower them as quietly as possible, bind them, and gag them. But remember that we have all given our oaths not to harm any persons within the castle! Harness the mounts and fill saddlebags with whatever food and drink you can find. We will also need pitch-torches and a tinderbox. Each person must have a large hooded cloak of some sort, even if it is only a steed-blanket. You must all remain hiding in the stable until Jiri and I return.”
”I'll see to everything,” the Eternal Prince a.s.sured her.
”It would be better,” Hakit broke in officiously, ”if I were the one to undertake the tasks in the stables. I am more able-bodied than Widd, and if there should be trouble I would be better able to defend myself.”
”But the Eternal Prince is so much more harmless in appearance,” Anigel pointed out reasonably. ”And so he is the perfect one to gain the confidence of the hostlers. Until their wits are slowed by drink, they might be wary of a stalwart man such as yourself.”
Hakit gave a dubious grunt, but he said no more.
Anigel studied her trillium-amber. ”Now I shall ask my amulet in which direction the stables lie.” She held the droplet out on its chain so that the Eternal Prince and the others could examine it, and whispered her request. Within the softly glowing pendant a tiny line of light appeared; its blinking tip pointed to the right-hand corridor.
”Mercy!” said the awestricken Raviya. ”It really is magic!”
”So it would seem,” said Prigo. His gaunt face creased in a pedantic smile of approval.
”And now, Black Trillium,” Anigel said, holding the amber steady and staring at the tiny fossil Flower within, ”I pray you show me the way to the dungeons.”
The glowing streak swiveled about and the spark migrated to its opposite end, indicating the area behind the great staircase, where a single cresset burned.
”That's it, all right,” Jiri said. ”The rest of us know the way only too well. Well, come along, la.s.s. Let's be off to rescue that Goblin Kinglet.”
”First, we must see if my amber unlocks the upper dungeon door.”
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