In the dark of night, the stink of corpses hung foul andsickly sweet. There was a reek of smoke, and a stir of rats and night creatures fleeing from gnawed carrion. Standing beneath an ancient stone archway, Escalla, Jus, and Polk looked about, listening to awful, furtive little noises in the dark.
“Sour Patch.”
The shanties were burned, and the bodies of slain refugees were hanging rat-gnawn in the gloom. At least the stink would have driven away any faerie courtiers. Surveying the wreckage, Jus rested his hand on his sword and pointed the way over to the apple orchard.
“This way.”
Escalla looked around, appalled by the half-seen corpses in the gloom.
“What the hell happened here?”
“Massacre before dawn this morning. It was a slave raid. Theykilled the old and weak, then took everyone else through a gate over there in the apple trees.”
Escalla had found the body of one of the familiar half-orc guards. She flew slowly backward, trying not to stare at the corpse.
“Wh-who did it?”
“Troglodytes.”
“Yeah.” Escalla looked bitterly at the stinking dead.“Troglodytes led by a faerie.”
The Justicar looked over at her with his steadying dark eyes. “You all right?”
“I’m all right.” Escalla blurred her wings and headed for theapple trees. “I’m getting sick of this. Let’s get ’em.”
A dead troglodyte lay near the gate tree. As Jus fished the carefully folded black threads from his pouch, Escalla wincingly drew close to the bisected troglodyte. A javelin lay glittering in the grass nearby, the head severed from the shaft in the tell-tale sign of Jus’ celebrated parrytechnique.
“Ick! It stinks like an orc’s outhouse!”
“Oil.” The Justicar wrinkled his nose at the stink. “Theyexcrete an offensive oil when roused.”
“It worked. I’m offended.” Escalla looked at the hideoussplay of troglodyte organs lying on the ground. “Do you have a key to thisgate?”
Jus held up a glimmering black thread and said, “I’m prettysure I do.”
“Then try this locator spell thing of yours. Let’s see wherethe slowglass necklace is hiding.”
Lord Charn had cast the spell on the necklace. The broken link of Escalla’s necklace had been glued to a small sliver of enchanted wood,and the wood had been hung from a length of thread where it could quiver and swivel like a compass. Holding her battle wand casually beneath her arm, Escalla hovered in midair and watched intently as Jus dangled the little charm and let it slowly twist and settle.
The needle pointed south and hung quite still. The Justicar looked at it intently, then bundled the charm back up again.
“You father said it would start to quiver as we got closer.”
“Well it’s pretty damned still.” Escalla ran her fingersthrough her long blonde hair, letting it spill like a waterfall down her back. “Damn! That was one greedy piece of work, snitching the necklace!”
“We’re lucky they seem to value it.” Jus settled the faerieinto her accustomed place, setting her on his shoulder. “How long until thelight passes through the slowglass jewel?”
“Fourteen days. We’ll have plenty of time!” Escalla shrugged.“We’re only an hour or two behind them. How far can they get?”
Walking around and around the dead troglodyte, Polk heaved a sigh then unshipped a heavy ledger from his pack. He licked his pen-forgettingit was a pen and not a pencil-and took notes with blue ink now staining histongue.
One trawglodite, the little man scrawled awkwardly, usingspelling he invented on the fly. “Was it a mighty battle? Fierce?”
“It chucked a spear at me, and I cut it in half.”
“I see. I’ll put it down as a mighty blow, then.” Polksniffed, partly from troglodyte stink and partly in annoyance. “Son, do you haveany idea how hard it is to keep accurate records around you?”
“Look into my eyes and see how much I care, Polk.” Jus jerkedhis thumb toward the gate. “Now come on! Let’s get out of here before the faeriehunt finds us!”
“Wait! Hold on.” Escalla hovered with her spellbooks open.She dusted herself in diamond powder from her kit packs and sent spell syllables twisting through the air. Her skin took on a brief gleam of magic, which faded cleverly from view. “There we go!”
Jus glowered. “What was that?”
“Stoneskin! It’s brand new. You’ll love it!” The girl posed,admiring her perfect, pure white little arm. “Protects you from cuts, punctures,bites, and swords!”
“Can I have one?”
“Tomorrow, man! What? You think I’m made of high levelspells?” Escalla ushered the way to the apple tree gate. “You’ve got armor,muscles, and stuff. Now come on. Let’s get weaving!”
Jus held out one of his pieces of black silk thread. As it passed beneath the arched apple boughs, a gateway shimmered into life. Polk immediately walked past Jus into the gate, his quill pen behind one ear and a half eaten apple in his mouth. Jus made an annoyed noise and stepped after the man, Escalla flying along at his side.
They stepped out into a wilderness of charred, dead bones.
It had been a town once, a healthy place with earthen walls topped by a palisade. Wooden houses and temples now lay burned and broken, making shocking silhouettes against the night stars.
An ancient dolmen made an arch overhead-an arch tall enoughto shelter a giant. Jus straightened up, Cinders glistening like new iron in the starlight. He listened for sounds, then strode into the ruins, surrounded by the moan of wind traveling through the weeds.
As Polk crunched on his apple, a voice suddenly echoed from the dark.
“Hold!”
The voice was very excited and very, very young. Jus, Polk, and Escalla turned.
A young man slithered down from the earthen ramparts, holding a crossbow in his hands. Chain mail rattled, and a long sword on the boy’s beltthreatened to spill him head over heels. He stumbled in his eagerness to keep his captives covered as he yelled out into the dark.
“Sergeant! Sergeant! I’ve found them! I’ve got the Takers!”
Escalla instantly turned invisible. Jus held his peace until three more men arrived in a clank and clatter of chain mail armor.
One of the newcomers took one look at the youth and bellowed in rage, “Private Henry! Do these individuals look in the remotest wayreptilian?”
“N-no, Sarge, but-”
“Do they perhaps have claws or scales of a lizardlikepersuasion of which I am unaware?”
“Uh-” The recruit waved a hand in vindication. “But Sarge!See! The big one’s wearing black!”
“Private Henry, you are a pustulous canker on the hallowedbutt of the border patrol!”
Annoyed by his recruit as only an old soldier could be, the sergeant looked Jus and Polk carefully up and down. He kept his voice loud and his hands resting near his weapons.
“Gendemen! Geltane is a strange place to be taking a strollin the dark.”
The Justicar made a bass growl in agreement, then nodded slowly in the dark. “I’m on a private commission, hunting a murderer.” Juslooked about at the ruined town. “Someone raided the refugee camp of Sour Patch.The whole adult population’s gone.”
With a bitter huff of breath, the sergeant relaxed. His martial fury gone, he revealed himself to be a very tired soldier. The man shook his head and pointed across the ruined town.
“Well, I guess they must have come through here. Gods knowhow. It’s at least twenty miles from here, but someone did see movement in theruins just before dawn.” The man turned and led the way along through the ruins.“Found a trail. Looks like a couple of hundred people. The trail just seems tostart right about here, and we lose it about half a mile farther on.”
“Lose it how?”
The sergeant gave the helpless shrug of an angry, frustrated man. “You got me beat. Come and see.” The man clicked his fingers. “PrivateHenry, you light one field lantern in the approved fashion! Now, boy!”
It took Private Henry a good three minutes to manage the mysteries of his tinderbox. As he worked furiously away in a corner, a little patch of svelte perfection popped into existence beside Jus and produced a brilliantly glowing stone upon a string.
“Hey, J-man! Hey, guys!” Escalla waved to the soldiers. “Inthe interests of the preservation of social skills, I’m Escalla, the one withthe big nose is Polk, and the man with the dog skin is your pal and mine, the Justicar!” Escalla produced her packets of sweets and began to hand out allaround. “Here you go. Good for the soul. Private Henry? Good tinderbox, man! Youreally know how to strike those sparks!” Stared at by astounded soldiers,Escalla slapped her hands and rubbed them together. “So what have we got?”
The Justicar laid a level glance upon Escalla and said, “Mypartner, Escalla.” Jus bent down, producing his own charmed light stone-a giftfrom Escalla many weeks ago. “Did anyone see who made these tracks?”
No one answered. These were the same tracks as those in Sour Patch-troglodyte footprints flanking a horde of human tracks. The line of marchheaded straight toward a gap in the ruined walls of the town.
The Justicar stood, looking carefully over the burned ruins nearby. “What happened here?”
“Old history, my friend. The Takers came here a month ago!The town began missing its people five by five, ten by ten. They sealed the gates and gathered together in the temples. Then the Takers came and got ’em inone go.” The Sergeant gestured to the dark. “Must have burned about two hundredfolk alive in the temples. The rest were just gone. Six hundred folk lost without a trace.”
The Justicar turned a slow survey of the ruins. “These‘Takers’… you know what they are?”
“Reptilian chameleons. Vicious. They’re like troglodytes,only smarter. They have magic. They hit fast, they have brains. No one sees them come or go. No trails ever last more than three miles.” The sergeant flexed hishands. “All over Keoland it’s the same. Ain’t seen anything like it since thegiants.”
“Giants?”
“Three, maybe four years ago. Giants raided the wholekingdom. Killed hundreds.” Walking along beside the trail left by the Takers,the sergeant beckoned Escalla, the Justicar, and Polk to follow. “The forestmarch is in ruins. We must have lost-what? — two thousand people in the last twomonths.”
Polk ceased crunching on his apple and goggled. “Twothousand people! Son, you’ve got a problem!”
Escalla drolly raised one alabaster brow. “Thanks man. Theymay have picked up on that one by now.”
The trail led straight through the shattered town ramparts and then into overgrown fields. Old cabbage crops had gone to seed, and the trampled plants showed the path of the prisoners and their reptilian guards as they headed off toward a wilderness of scrub. The sergeant motioned toward a flat patch over to one side of the trail.
“Found us a dead one there. Half-orcish boy, about ten, maybetwelve. Shot in the back.”
Bending carefully over the indicated spot, the Justicar searched carefully amongst the cabbage stalks. “You buried him?”
“Yep. Buried him at midday.”
Turning to the sergeant, Jus suddenly tilted his head. “Yousaid shot. Not hit by a javelin?”
The sergeant shrugged. “Could have been a javelin. No weaponleft in the wound.”
“But you said shot!” A soldier’s instincts were not tobe ignored. Jus knelt down over the trampled patch of earth and leaves. “Was hefound on his front or his back?”
“Lyin on his, ah, on his back.”
Escalla and Polk crowded close, watching in interest as the Justicar combed the dirt with bare fingertips. It was soft black loam, well seasoned with manure by patient gardeners. His fingertips struck something buried in the muck. He brushed dirt aside, and then carefully began digging down into the soil.
An arrow lay buried in the dirt point-upwards. It was a short shaft, the point snapped off by the victim as he spun and fell.
The arrow shaft was ludicrously small and fine, like a scale model of a crossbow bolt. Escalla looked at the thing and gave a little frown.
“It snapped off right down at the end?”
“No. I think it was made this short.” The Justicar carefullyblew dirt from the business end of the shaft. “See? There’s a metal shank in theshaft where the point broke away. This arrow was made this long.”
It only measured six inches in length. Escalla picked up the arrow, examined the wood, the feathers and the nock, then pitched it away from her in disgust.
“It’s from a hand crossbow.”
Drow. The dark elves. Only they used such weapons,and drow haunted the dark places of the earth where troglodytes might dwell. Jus and Escalla looked at each other in perfect shared knowledge, then stood up and flanked the sergeant.
“Where did you lose the trail?”
The soldiers hurried them through the brush, looking left and right to scan the darkness.
“Half a mile ahead. It just vanishes.” The sergeant wadedover tall cabbage stalks and broccoli. “We’ve seen it before. Do you know howthey do it?”
“I can guess.” Jus pitched the broken crossbow bolt away.“Take us there.”
Jus’ voice seemed the one iron-hard, dependable thing in allthe world. The soldiers had never once asked for proof of his identity or authority. The big man moved with a solid, tireless step, his eyes scanning for danger and his thoughts kept to himself. The sergeant followed close behind like a pup trailing a wolf.
Half a mile’s walk in the pitch darkness was no laughingmatter. The scrub land seemed full of roots and stumps designed to trip a man over on his face. As the terrain separated the party out from one another, Jus beckoned Escalla over to his side.
“What do you know about drow?”
“Usual stuff.” Escalla sat on Jus’ shoulder, where she couldwhisper in quiet to Jus and Cinders. “Evil, live underground, slave takers,spider obsessed… Females are more powerful than males. Oh, and the femaleshave a dress sense that makes me look like Saint Cuthbert’s maiden aunt!”The girl stroked her chin-a motion unconsciously copied from the Justicar.“They’re poison users, too. Can we handle that?”
“It’s no problem.” Jus mentally counted through the spellsand powers at his command. “I can neutralize it with a spell.”
“Hoopy. So as long as you’re not the one that gets hit, we’reall in clover.” Escalla sighed and rested her chin on her hand. “No one’s tiedthe drow to this before? Why hasn’t there been any sign of elves?”
A bright, mad grin shone in the darkness
Cinders smelled! The hell hound seemed immensely pleasedwith himself. Cinders smelled them-yes! Elfie-pixie-faerie smell. Smelled atSour Patch, first time!
“Yep. Got me there.” Escalla nodded acceptance and patted thedog. “You sure did, pooch. We just forgot to take note.” Escalla gave a sigh.“Sorry. I owe you a tail rub.”
Welcome.
The scrub thinned. Just ahead of Jus, the sergeant stood in the light of Private Henry’s lantern, wearing the triumphant look of someoneabout to share confusion and perplexity.
The trail of crushed and broken bushes ended on a broad, roughly circular patch of grassy ground. At the middle of the huge clearing stood a ring of standing stones.
The stones were massive slabs of granite, moss covered monoliths that seemed to have sprouted from the Flanaess itself. Each pair of stones was topped by a capstone to form a titanic arch. The trail ended at the base of one archway, the footprints once again cut off as though sliced with a knife.
It was a familiar enough sight. Escalla looked the offending archway up and down as she hovered before it in midair.
“Jus? Check the locator thingie.”
The ranger opened his pouch and duly produced the charm. It swiveled, settled, and hung pointing south without making so much as a twitch. Escalla looked at it in interest then paced busily up and down.
“Damn! They’re still miles away!”
“No matter.” Storing away the charm, the Justicar arose andlooked at the stone circle. “The murderer must be linked to these slave raids.It looks like they might be following the same route.”
“Yeah.” Escalla’s frown faded then suddenly was replaced by alook of sly, brilliant joy. “Yeah!”
Sidling past Polk, the girl ended up beside the sergeant.
“Sarge? Saaay, this king of yours…” Escalla tapped thefingers of her hands together, suddenly the heart and soul of avarice. “If wewere to free these poor lost citizens of yours and maybe detonate whoever’sbehind these raids, do you feel the king might express his joy in a physical, maybe fiscal type of way?”
“Huh?”
“You know, in a material fashion.” The girl excitedly wavedher hands. “An openhanded expression of esteem. Royal pleasure demonstratedthough means of treasury assets.”
The sergeant scratched his head, giving a confused look at the little faerie girl. “You mean is there a reward?”
“Yes! If you want to get all uncouth about it!”
“Well, Ma’am, that is, Miss, I believe the reward stands atten thousand gold pieces.”
“Ten!” Goggling, Escalla waved her hands, almost lost for words, then cameracing up to shake the sergeant by the hand. “Kick back, man! Relax! We’ll dealwith it!” The faerie halted suddenly. “Does this king of yours have a name?”
“Umm…”
“Great! Tell King Um that Escalla’s on the job!” The girlturned a back flip, ending up beside Polk, who was sneaking yet another drink from his faerie bottle. “Polk, let’s get busy! Time to show these guys thattheir worries are at an end!”
Always happy to see activity, Polk corked his magic bottle. The man had apparently been sneaking more than just a wee drink or two to sustain him on the march. He wiped his mouth and gave a happy, addled cry.
“That’s great! Well, come on. Time’s a-wastin!” The littleman picked up his feet. “Lezz go!”
Jus wearily uncoiled the magic rope from his belt-ashortened, somewhat scorched souvenir from a battle with an erinyes-and whippedit out to entangle Polk. The Justicar hauled Polk in like a flapping fish, took one sniff at him and gave a huge, threatening growl.
“You’re drunk!”
“Never, son!” Polk seemed far happier than any man on amurder investigation had a right to be. “It’s just high spirits! Glad we’re onthe job!”
Jus growled. There were too many things to occupy him. Looking at the stone circle, the ranger called, “Escalla! Just tell me how we’resupposed to trigger these damned gates! Is there a spell to tell us what the keys might be?”
“Sure there is!”
“So throw the spell.”
“I can’t. I don’t know it.” Escalla waved innocently. “Likewe use it every day! Come on, man, we’re going into battle! I just tanked myselfup with shields and fireballs!”
Jus pried the ever-full liquor bottle away from the complaining Polk and asked, “So how do we find the key?”
“Hey, J-man!” The girl circled, taking possession of theever-full bottle. “You’ve got to think practically! The trick with these gatesis that sometimes you might get here and not be carrying the right key, so you always hide a few spare keys somewhere you can reach ’em. Our murderer came hereabout an hour or two ago, so just look for any place real close that looks like a hiding place!”
Escalla searched the column tops and the crowns of a few nearby trees. The sergeant, Private Henry, and their unnamed companions spread out with lanterns to look beneath toadstools and stones. Jus dragged Polk along by the scruff of his neck as he set about searching for anything out of place. The pure white of his light-stone showed his face grim and seething.
Polk struggled, and the Justicar snarled in dark, dire anger, “Polk, don’t you ever, ever get drunk on the job again!”
“But son, I’m making your chronicles! It’s to help mycreative flow!” Polk waved his hands. “It was the kelp, wasn’t it? All right, Ican change to beer when we’re actually on the job!”
“Polk, you get the bottle back at rest stops. One cup atlunch, one cup at night, and nothing more!”
The hapless teamster wailed like a child deprived of his only toy, but Jus dragged him on.
Ten minutes of fruitless searching yielded no surprises except one edible truffle and a family of voles. Annoyed and still battling with Polk, the Justicar yelled up to Escalla as she flew amongst the monoliths, “Escalla, did you find anything?”
“No.” The girl seemed miffed. “I looked in all the goodplaces! It’s always somewhere close! I mean, what if you were in a hurry?”
“You’re supposed to be an expert!”
The faerie lost her temper. “I am an expert! Youpeople think you can do a better job, then just fly up here and do it yourself!”
Losing patience, Jus stood and bellowed, “Just tell us whatthe damned key’s likely to be!”
“It could be anything!” Equally annoyed, Escalla flewbackward as she spoke. “It could be a herb, a fruit, a rock, a flower, diamonds,silver, a flute, a dead rat… For all we know, it could be the golden hairsfrom a virgins-!”
Escalla passed through the arch above the tracks, and suddenly magic flashed in a sharp, white light that lit the entire hilltop. For a split second, Jus saw a look of astonished embarrassment on Escalla’s face-andthen the girl was gone. The gateway still shimmered with magic.
With only seconds to act, Jus picked up Polk, ran toward the gate, and bellowed over his shoulder, “Sergeant, thank you! We’ll be back!”
Jus leaped through the gate, Cinders swirling about his back. There was a flash, then Jus landed on dry soil that stank of sulphur. Cinders made an appreciative noise, sucking in the stink of smoke and flame. The night sky above was lined by the vicious teeth of a mountain range, teeth back-lit by hellish volcanic flames. A natural archway of rock formed the magic door behind them. Polk sat blearily looking at the volcanoes. Leaping about like a mad locust doing an interpretive dance, Escalla clutched at her groin and pranced about in pain.
“Damn it! Assa frassa fragin dammit!” The girl made amad little dance in the dark. “Holy Hanali, that stings!”
Jus rose, disoriented by his passage through the gate. “Whatstings?”
“Mind your own business! Ow! Ow! Oooow!”
Jus poised himself to investigate further, when suddenly there came a flash, and fresh light flooded through the gate.
Private Henry sat up in the dust, blinking in fright. The young soldier sat up, then yelped as Jus hauled him to his feet with one mighty heave of his hand.
Too late. The gate snapped shut, its eerie light cutting off to leave the archway dead and dim. Jus planted himself before the young soldier and roared, “What are you doing here?”
“Sir! Um, well, sir…” Terrified, the boy looked up at thevast, grim figure looming over him. He helpfully offered his lantern “I… Ibrought a light, sir!”
“That’s wonderful.” The Justicar turned to the faerie. “Allright, Escalla. Send him back.”
“No.”
Jus turned to look in astonishment at the faerie, who hovered unhappily nearby.
“Jus, I can’t.” She looked embarrassed, pained, andevasive all at once. “I haven’t got any key material left! The gate took itall!”
“The gate took it all?”
Jus blinked, recoiled, and for two heartbeats his countenance froze. Then his whole face lit into a smile. The big man suddenly folded forward and bit his fist. Huge shoulders shook, then a laugh escaped him to shake and shatter the night. He laughed for the first time in public memory, laughing all the harder once he saw Escalla’s face. The Justicar laughed so hard he cried.
Escalla stood flapping her mouth in indignation, then turned away, her ears flaming bright. “Oh right! Sure, sure. Now it’s funny!What happens when we need to go back?”
Cinders snickered like a mad thing, his tail whirling madly round and around. Funny!
Jus was having trouble breathing. One look at Escalla set him off laughing again. “A white wedding dress…!”
The girl swelled up in righteous anger. “All right! Yes, Iadmit it! I qualify. I qualify for a white wedding dress! Right! There! Are we all happy now?”
Jus almost choked. “No one touches the faerie!”
Escalla seethed, folded her arms across her breasts, and turned away. “Oh, go bite a purple worm’s butt!”
In the pitch dark world of the Dreadwood, tiny lights dippedand swirled though the treetops. The forest floor glowed the sickly colors of dreams as savage little shapes tore through the woods in search of prey.
Beside a burned and ruined village, among corpses and old apple trees, an elf hound ran sniffing wickedly at the ground. The creature leaped up to land upon an upper branch and found a scent clinging to the bark. He gave a long, flute-like howl.
Two faerie warriors flashed into visibility. They flew up to the branch and joined the elf hound, then pulled out a hunting horn and blew a low, moaning note that echoed above the trees.
Long minutes later, Lord Ushan arrived.
The faerie lord still wore his robes that swam with all the colors of flame, but now the fire ran blue and white instead of red. The lord knelt beside his hunters and fingered a single strand of perfect golden hair that had caught upon the apple bark.
He breathed a long, slow breath of triumph and turned his face toward the waiting apple trees.
The warriors watched and waited while Lord Ushan of Clan Sable let his thoughts drift with the wind.
The gate could lead almost anywhere and pursuit was no longer the top priority. A great many plans had worked well tonight.
It was enough.
Lord Ushan made a slashing motion with his hand. The warriors sheathed their swords then flashed back into invisibility, their wings whirring as they shot off into the gloom.
Twenty minutes after their arrival, the group stood at thelip of a chasm that plunged deep into the earth. Volcanoes lit the distant horizon, ebbing and pulsing like blood. The red light made the shadows seem darker and more filled with menace, and the whole landscape seem to shift and move in hunger. The air held a stink of sulphur, ash, and acidic rain. Cinders breathed it in like a breath of holiday air, while his companions’ noses snortedfrom the hellish stink.
The tracks of hundreds of feet led down treacherous paths toward the chasm floor. Skeletons and corpses glimmered in the ebbing volcanic light, showing where some captives had slipped and tumbled to their doom. In this grim scene, the only sounds were the distant hiss of steam from the volcanic range and a sudden snicker from the Justicar.
Stung and indignant, Escalla shot the man a dire glare.
“Will you stop it with the laughing already? Enough!” Thegirl tossed her golden hair. “I just happen to be saving myself for MisterRight.”
“While dressing like Miss Wrong!”
“No one likes you, Jus! We took a poll!” The faerie waved herhand toward the chasm. “Now if we are all quite ready, would you take areading with the locator spell?”
Jus and Polk were utterly incapable, their hands still weak and shaking from their suppressed laughter. Seething, Escalla relieved them of the locator needle and stood at the precipice, unraveling the needle’s string.As she made ready, Private Henry stood over her, looking skinny as a bean pole and about as dangerous as a mouse. Escalla saw the lantern quiver and shot the boy a glare that could have shattered stone.
“Kid, don’t you say a frazin word!”
“No, ma’am!” The young soldier blinked in the lantern light;his face seemed to be mostly composed of freckles, and he seemed to be in absolute, worshipful awe of her. “Not one word. Not one!”
For once, someone seemed to be treating her like the legendary sylvan overlord she really was. Escalla sniffed importantly, absurdly soothed, and smoothed her long gloves.
The girl let the locator needle dangle, taking a reading on the whereabouts of the slowglass necklace. The needle pointed straight down the canyon at a good, sharp angle. The needle actually quivered, wavering happily from side to side as though excited by the proximity of the prey. With a professional sniff of disdain, Escalla put the locator needle away and flew over the path.
“This way.” Escalla magnanimously gave Private Henry a magiclight. “Here, Private. I will lead, and you may light the way.”
Having been given a magic light by a real faerie was apparently the high point of the young soldiers life. He looked up at Escalla in amazement, held up the magic light, and proudly began walking down the path, crossbow in one hand and magic light in the other. Escalla made to go after him, when Jus suddenly lumbered over to the trail.
“Escalla, we can’t take him with us!”
“Well he can’t stay here. He’ll get eaten.” The faerie gavean expressive shrug. “He’s safest with us.”
With a sigh, Jus acknowledged the point. Finally composed, he unsheathed his sword, the blade long, black, and comfortingly lethal, and walked to the path.
“All right. Have him bring up the rear behind Polk. He can berear guard. You take the point, and I’ll be right behind you.” The Justicarlooked up at the faerie girl. “You got your spells memorized?”
“Sure! And you?”
“Healing, anti-poison…”
“So it’s all hoopy! We go in, kick troglodyte tail, release afew thousand prisoners, catch that murderer, and retrieve the evidence!” Thegirl gave an airy wave of her hand. “What could be simpler?”
The trail seemed long, the chasm deep. Back-lit by volcanic fires, Jus stared down into the depths. “We only have a few days of rations andabout one gallon of water.”
“Don’t worry about it! It’s a dungeon!” The girl flewbackward without a care in the world. “It’s just a hole in the ground, Jus! Howdeep can it possibly be?”