Part 37 (1/2)
Stythys' smile was quick and hard. ”No gamess with you, little friendss.”
They waited until nightfall to resume their journey, then slipped down out of the rocks above the Silver River and turned north into the mountains. Light from the gibbous moon and stars brightened the dark ma.s.s of the Ravenshorn. as it rose about them, great barren peaks towering against the deep blue of the skyline. A worn pathway ran parallel to the riverbank through a scattering of trees and brush, and the little company from Culhaven followed it in until the forestland south was lost from view.
All night they walked, Helt and Slanter in the lead, the others following in cautious silence. The dark peaks drew steadily closer about the channel of the Silver River to wall them in. Save for the steady rush of the river, it was oddly silent within these peaks, a deep and pervasive stillness wrapping about the barren rock as if Mother Nature cradled her sleeping child.
As the hours slipped away, Jair found himself growing increasingly uneasy with the silence, staring about at the ma.s.sive walls of rock, peering into the shadows, and searching for something he could not see yet sensed was there, watching. The company chanced upon no other living creature that night, save for the great cliff birds that winged silently overhead across theirnocturnal haunts, and still the Valeman sensed that they were not alone.
A part of this feeling sprang, he knew, from the continued presence of Stythys. Trailing, he could see the black figure of the Mwellret immediately in front of him. He could feel the creature's green eyes constantly s.h.i.+fting to find him, watching him, waiting. Like Slanter, he did not trust the Mwellret. Whatever promises Stythys might have made to aid them, Jair was certain that behind it all lay a ruthless determination to gain mastery over the Valeman's Elven magic.
Whatever else happened, the creature meant to have that power. The certainty of it was frightening. The days he had spent walled away in the prisons at Dun Fee Aran haunted him like a specter so terrible that nothing could ever entirely banish it. It was Stythys who was responsible for that specter, and Stythys who would see life breathed back into it once more. While Jair now seemed free of the Mwellret, he could not shake the feeling that in some insidious way the creature had not lost control of him entirely.
But as night lengthened into early morning and weariness blunted the sharp edge of his doubt and his fear, Jair found himself thinking instead of Brin. In his mind he saw her face again as he had seen it twice so recently in the vision crystal-once ravaged as she experienced some unspeakable grief, once awestruck as she looked upon the twisted image of herself in the form of that shade. Glimpses only, those two brief visions, and nothing in either could tell the Valeman what had come to pa.s.s. Much had befallen his sister, he sensed-some of it frightening. An empty feeling opened within him as he thought of her, gone so long now from the Vale and from him, on a quest that the King of the Silver River had said would cause her to be lost. It was odd, but in a sense she seemed already lost to him, for the distance and the time that separated them was strangely magnified by the events that had transpired since last he had seen her. So much had happened, and he was so far from what and who he had been.
The emptiness grew suddenly into an ache. What if the King of the Silver River had misjudged him? What if he were to fail and Brin be lost to him? What if he were to come to her too late? He bit his lip against such thoughts, swearing fiercely that it would not be so. Deep ties bound him to her, brother to sister-ties of family, of a life shared, of knowledge, understanding, and caring, and most of all ties of love.
They marched on through the dark of early morning. With the first light of dawn, Stythys took the company up into the rocks. Moving away from the Silver River where it churned dark and sluggish in its channel, they pa.s.sed deep into the cliffs. Trees and scrub disappeared and barren rock stretched away on all sides. Sunlight broke east above the mountain's edge, a brilliant, blinding gold that flared through the cracks and splits of the rock like fire. They climbed toward that fire until suddenly, unexpectedly, their ascent took them into a cliff's dark shadow and they stood at the entrance of an enormous cavern.
”Cavess of Night!” Stythys hissed softly.
The cavern yawned before the little company like an open maw, jagged rock split and twisted about the pa.s.sageway like teeth. Wind blew down across the mountain heights, and it seemed as if it whistled at them from out of the Caves. Lengths of dull, whitish wood lay scattered about the entry as if stripped by age and weather. Jair looked closer and froze. The lengths of wood were bones, splintered, broken, and bleached of life.
Garet Jax placed himself before Stythys. ”How are we to see anything in there, Mwellret?
Have you torches.?”
Stythys laughed, low and evil. ”Torchess not burn in the Cavess, little friendss. Needss the magic!”The Weapons Master glanced back momentarily at the cavern entrance. ”And you have this magic?”
”Havess it, indeed,” the other answered, arms folding within the robes, body swelling slightly. ”Havess the Fire Wake! Liess within!”
”How long will this take?” Foraker asked uneasily. Dwarves were not fond of closed places, and he was less than anxious to venture into this one.
”Pa.s.ss through Cavess quickly, little friendss,” Stythys rea.s.sured rather too eagerly.
”Takess you through in three hourss. Graymark waitss for uss.”
The members of the little company glanced at one another and at the cavern entrance.
”I'm telling you, you can't trust him!” Slanter warned yet again.
Garet Jax produced a length of rope and tied one end about himself and the other about Stythys. Testing the knots that bound them, he slipped free the long knife. ”I will be closer to you than your shadow, Mwellret. Remember that. Now take us in there and show us your magic.”
Stythys started to turn, but the Weapons Master yanked him about. ”Not too far in. Not until we see what you can do.”
The Mwellret grimaced. ”Sshowss little friendss. Come.”
He slouched toward the monstrous black entry to the Caves, Garet Jax a step behind him and the rope about their waists binding them as one. Slanter followed them at once. After a moment's hesitation, the others of the little company also followed. Sunlight fell away as, the shadows about them deepened, and they pa.s.sed into the stone maw and the darkness beyond. For a few moments, the dawn's faint light aided them in their progress, silhouetting the shapes of walls, floors, jagged stalact.i.tes, and cl.u.s.tered rocks. Then quickly even that small light began to fail, and the blackness swallowed them.
Now they were practically blind, and their steps faltered to a ragged halt, the sc.r.a.ping of leather boots on rock a rough echo in the cavern's silence. They stood in a knot and listened to the echo die. The sound of dripping water reached their ears from somewhere deep within the blackness ahead. And from deeper still came the unpleasant sound of rock grating against rock.
”Ssee, little friendss,” Stythys hissed suddenly. ”All iss black in the Cavess!”
Jair glanced about uneasily, seeing almost nothing. Beside him, Edain Elessedil's lean Elven face was a faint shadow. There was a curious dampness to the air, a clinging wetness that stirred, though there was no wind, and seemed to wrap and twist about them. It had an unpleasant feel, and it smelled of rot. The Valeman wrinkled his nose in distaste, realizing suddenly that it was the same smell that had been present in Stythys' cell at Capaal.
”Callss now the Fire Wake!” the Mwellret rasped, startling the Valeman. ”Lissten! Callss now the light!”
He cried out sharply, a kind of grim, hollow whistle that sounded of bone sc.r.a.ping, rough and tortured. The whistle rang through the blackness, carrying deep into the caverns. It echoed, long and mournful, and then the Mwellret repeated it a second time. Jair s.h.i.+vered. He was liking this whole idea of the Caves less and less.
Then abruptly the Fire Wake came. It flew at them through the darkness like a gathering of brilliant dust, bits of iridescent fire whirling and sailing on wind that wasn't there. Scattered through the blackness as it darted toward them, it drew together in a rush before the Mwellret's outstretched hand, tiny particles swirling in a tightened ball of light that cast its yellow glow outward to brighten the shadows of the Caves. The members of the little company stared in astonishment as the Fire Wake gathered and hung suspended before Stythys, and against theirfaces the strange glow flickered and danced.
”Magicss of my own, little friendss,” Stythys hissed triumphantly. The snouted face turned to find Jair, green eyes gleaming in the whirling light. ”Ssee how the Fire Wake obeyss?”
Garet Jax stepped quickly between them. ”Point the way, Mwellret. Time slips from us.”
”Sslipss quickly, it doess,” the other rasped softly.
They pressed on into the darkness, the Fire Wake lighting their path forward. The walls of the Caves of Night rose higher about them, lost finally in shadowed gloom that even the Fire Wake could not penetrate. From out of the gloom, the sound of their footfalls fell back upon them in strange, sullen echoes. The smell grew worse the deeper in they went, turning foul the air they breathed and forcing them to take shortened breaths to avoid gagging. The pa.s.sageway split and divided before them into dozens of corridors intertwined in an impossible maze of tunnels.
But Stythys did not slow, choosing without hesitation the tunnel he would have them follow. The glowing dust of the Fire Wake danced on before him.
Time dragged past. Still the tunnels and pa.s.sageways wore on, endless black openings in the rock. The smell grew even worse, and now the sound of grating rock was no longer distant, but unpleasantly close at hand. Then suddenly Stythys drew to a halt at an entrance leading into a particularly ma.s.sive cavern, the Fire Wake dancing close as his hand lifted.
”Prockss!” he whispered.
He cast the Fire Wake from him with a snap of his wrist and it flew into the cave ahead, lighting the impenetrable blackness. The members of the little company from Culhaven stared in horror at what the light revealed. There, dotting the whole of the cavern floor, were hundreds of jagged, gaping fissures that opened and closed as if mouths engaged in some hideous chewing, the rock grinding hatefully in the dark. Sounds came from within those mouths-gurgling-rushes, rendings, deep groaning belches of liquid and crushed stone.
”Shades!” they heard Helt whisper then. ”The whole cave is alive!”
”Musst pa.s.ss through,” Stythys announced with an ugly grin. ”Little peopless sstay closse.”
They stayed practically on top of one another, pale faces gleaming with sweat in the light of the Fire Wake, eyes fixed on the cavern floor before them. Again Stythys led, Garet Jax a step behind, Slanter, Jair, Edain Elessedil, and Helt in a line following, and Foraker trailing. They made their way in a slow, twisting path into the midst of the Procks, stepping where the Fire Wake showed the black mouths not to be, their ears and minds filled with the sounds those terrible mouths made. The Procks opened and closed all about them as if waiting to be fed, hungry animals that sensed the presence of food. At times they closed so tightly that they seemed a part of the cavern floor that was solid, no more than thin lines in the roughened stone. Yet they could open quickly, s.n.a.t.c.hing away the seemingly safe ground offered, ready to swallow anything that ventured above. But each time one lay hidden on the path ahead, the Fire Wake showed the members of the company where it waited and guided them carefully past.
They pa.s.sed from that first cavern into another and after that into another. Still the Procks were with them, dotting the floor of every cave and pa.s.sageway so that none was safe to traverse.
They moved slowly now, and the minutes dragged away in a seemingly endless pa.s.sage of time.
Weariness set in as their concentration intensified, each knowing that a single misstep would be the last. All the while the Procks opened and closed about them, grinding in gleeful antic.i.p.ation.
”There is no end to this maze!” Edain Elessedil whispered once in frustration to Jair.
The Valeman nodded in helpless agreement. Foraker pressed close behind now, and Heltbrought up the rear. The Dwarf's bearded face was soaked with sweat and his hard eyes were glittering.
A concealed Prock opened suddenly, almost at Jair's feet, its black maw yawning.
Frantically, the Valeman jerked away, stumbling into Slanter. The Prock had been right next to him and he hadn't seen it! He fought back against the wave of disgust and fear that swept over him and set his jaw determinedly. It would not be much longer. They would be clear soon.
But then, as they were pa.s.sing through yet another cavern, through yet another maze of Procks, Stythys did what Slanter had warned all along he would do. It happened so quickly that not even Garet Jax had time to act. One moment they were all together, easing past the hideously grinding fissures; in the next, the Mwellret's hand flicked suddenly backward, casting the Fire Wake directly into their faces. It came at them in a flare of brilliant light, scattering. Instinctively they turned away, s.h.i.+elding their eyes, and in that instant Stythys moved. He leaped past Garet Jax and Slanter to where Jair crouched. s.n.a.t.c.hing the Valeman about the waist with one powerful arm, the lizard creature slipped a wicked-looking knife from somewhere beneath the dark robes where he had kept it hidden and pressed it close against his captive's throat.
”Sstay back, little friendss!” The Mwellret hissed, turning to face them as the Fire Wake again gathered-before him.