Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (20 page)

He expected Kranxx to lead them in the direction the soldiers came from, but instead he plunged them deeper into the alleyway, into a maze of small back passages that snaked between granaries and shuttered workshops. Once they crossed a major thoroughfare, then ducked back into alleyways that even Dougal was unfamiliar with. He figured they were heading west through the city, until at last they reached a dead end with a hatch nearly flush with the ground at its base.

Kranxx pulled out a key and fitted it into a lock on the hatch. He motioned to Gullik, who began struggling to open the heavy iron lid.

“Do we really have to go in there?” Dougal asked, peering down into the blackness. He pinched his nose so tight that it hurt, and the stench that escaped from the hatch still made his eyes water.

“It’s the only way to get out of Ebonhawke without having to deal with the Vanguard,” Kranxx said. “You
could
approach the commander and ask him permission to depart, but—given the nature of your mission and the fact that he’s probably looking for you by now—he’d probably toss you into one of our lovely prison cells.”

At the mention of Ebonhawke’s prison, Dougal glanced at Riona. In the growing light of the morning, he could see the muscles in her face tighten, but she showed no other reaction.

“It’s too bad the walls are so high,” Gullik grunted, straining as he fitted his fingers under an edge and
lifted. “And that you’re all so small. Were we all norn warriors, we could just scale the wall and be gone.”

Despite herself, Riona snorted. “You’d be filled with arrows and rifle shot before we made it halfway to the top. And then the charr would get to shoot at you on the way down.”

Kranxx’s lantern’s light cast deep shadows on the asura’s face. “The Ebon Vanguard built this place to stand against the charr forever,” he said. “They drew on the experience Ascalon accumulated during the construction of the Northern Wall, and they’ve had over two hundred years of keeping the charr out of the city to help them figure out where the weak parts are and what they need to do to keep them plugged.”

“Then how have you noticed something they haven’t?” asked Dougal.

Kranxx allowed himself a chuckle. “Because I’m asura, and they’re human. They think in terms of reiterations. They build something that they hope will stand, then they shore it up the best they can in the places they get wrong. People with brains think not in terms of single bits, like
walls,
but in terms of systems—especially interlocking systems and how they work together. The thing that lets Ebonhawke survive isn’t the wall or the Vanguard. It’s the asura gate. Without that, the charr would have been able to starve the humans out of here long ago. With it, the humans have managed a record-breaking stand against a truly determined foe.”

“Granted,” said Ember, whose hair bristled at the mention of her people’s failure to wipe this settlement from Ascalon. “Many charr believe that Ebonhawke is impregnable, and taking it a waste of effort better spent elsewhere. The strongest dissenters are among the Iron Legion. This is why they have taken over the siege.”

“And with their machines, they might someday manage to do it,” said Riona, louder than she needed to. “One more reason we must work for this truce.”

“Breaking down a wall isn’t all that challenging, children,” said Kranxx. “It just requires the right machines, and the charr have developed many crude but effective machines that could manage it. The trick is getting those machines into the right places. The Vanguard has gotten extremely good at keeping the charr from reaching those places.”

Gullik hefted the iron hatch again and it rose another couple inches. The darkness beyond it gaped like an open, infected wound.

“So, why do we have to go down there, again?” asked Dougal.

“Because there’s one spot in the wall that the Vanguard rarely watches and the charr don’t attack: the sewage exit. Ebonhawke mostly gets its water from streams that flow down into it from the mountains, and they tap an underground river with a few deep wells. But they also need to get rid of all the waste they generate. Otherwise, the city would eventually be overwhelmed with it.”

Even under her fur, Ember seemed to be turning a little green.

“The honey wagons dump the waste into a few well-positioned central depositories, each of which sits downstream from the wells and the point at which they divert some of the mountain streams into the sewer’s main tunnel. The diverted water then carries the refuse under the city until it spills out of the far side of the mountain a couple hundred yards away from the wall.”

Dougal’s stomach turned. “You’re kidding,” he said, although he knew the asura wasn’t.

The asura smiled. “The charr can’t stand the smell. Every now and then, the Vanguard sends someone up to check out the sewage tunnel’s exit, but he finds it locked up tight, and that’s a good enough excuse for them to forget about it. The Vanguard isn’t made up of complete idiots. They know about the sewage exit, of course, and they’ve secured it fairly well against attacks—from the outside.”

“But not from the inside!” said Gullik, who had finally lifted the iron hatch and stood there, splay-legged, holding it up. “By the Snow Leopard’s lazy tail, this just might work!”

“Might work? Of course it will work. It’s foolproof !” He scanned the faces of the others. “It has to be when you’re working with fools.”

Ember growled at the asura, who let out a nervous laugh. “Present company partially excepted, of course.”

“Then we have to go,” said Riona. “And now, before the guards are done with Kranxx’s foolishness and organize a proper search.”

The set of her jaw told him everything Dougal needed to know. She hadn’t lost an iota of her determination.
She would do anything to see her mission through.

Dougal pointed into the darkness beyond the iron door that Kranxx had opened. A wrought-iron ladder disappeared into the abyss below.

“Let’s get it over with.”

The descent was interminable, and Dougal wondered how deep the original sewers ran in Ebonhawke. Gullik went last, securing the now-unlocked iron hatch behind them with what the norn probably thought was stealth but, to the others in the narrow vertical passage, sounded like the toll of a dead man’s bell.

At the bottom of the ladder Kranxx handed his lantern to Gullik, then reached into his pack and pulled out and unlimbered a long pole made up of several hinged sections with a hook on one end. He shoved the other end into a pole-width pocket sewn into the back of his pack, then dug out and hung a glowing blue rock from the end of the hook. He shouldered the pack again so that the rock hung above him, about five feet off the ground, lighting his way, and he led them into the sewer.

Killeen followed right after Kranxx, peering at everything she saw in repulsed fascination. Dougal and Riona followed behind Killeen, with Ember after them and Gullik hunkering along in the rear, his head and shoulders held down tight to keep from scraping against the tunnel’s ceiling.

The tunnel had been cut straight out of the side of the mountain, then covered over with fitted stones. Wooden trusses held up most of the roof, although in spots it had caved in or begun to sag. Far less care had been taken with these tunnels than with the elaborate underground structures in Divinity’s Reach. Dougal supposed that had been determined by what each had been designed for. Here in Ebonhawke, they didn’t have enough space for a graveyard: they burned their dead and watched the smoke from the fire carry their spirits off to the Mists.

At first, the floor of the tunnel was flat and dry, just like the passages that Dougal and Riona had been caught in as kids; but Dougal could hear the sound of running water up ahead. They soon came to a T with another tunnel. A wide stream ran through a deep notch cut into the left of this, leaving just enough space on the right for a human to walk.

The stench did not improve. It was awful.

“Wolf’s nose!” Gullik said. “This smells worse than the latrines I had to muck out as a young warrior in the Battle of the Burning Pass.”

Dougal peered into the filthy waters and tried to ignore the things he saw floating downstream. Mountain streams ran as clear as the rain, but the surface of this muck was so opaque, he could not discern its depths.

Kranxx led the way along the right-hand side of the stream, where a narrow walkway was perched over the flow. He could walk normally. Killeen, Riona, and Dougal had to follow more slowly, edging along. For
Ember and Gullik, there would be no other choice than to wade through the edges of the muck.

And suddenly Ember stopped.

“Not a chance,” the charr said, her voice filled with revulsion. “There has to be another way.”

“We’ve already been over this,” Kranxx said, calling back down the tunnel. His voice echoed off the slick masonry that lined the walls.

“I cannot—” Ember bit her tongue and swallowed back the bile rising in her throat.

“You are a brave and powerful warrior from a proud and magnificent people,” Gullik said. “You have the strength to do this, and I will be there with you.”

After a moment of trying to steel herself, Ember held out her hands instead. “Take off these chains,” she said.

Riona shook her head. “Not until we are away from Ebonhawke. What if the Vanguard found us with you unchained?”

“I am not going to forge my way through that filth while bound in chains.” Ember’s tone made it clear that this point was not negotiable.

“She has a point,” said Killeen. “What if there’s a drop-off and she needs to swim?”

The thought of Ember falling all the way under the sewage made Dougal want to gag.

“No,” Riona said. “She agreed to the plan, and we’re going to stick to it.” Her earlier softness, during the discussion up on the wall, was completely absent now. The Riona who led the party was back in charge.

“Then I go no further,” said Ember. “I will make
my way back to the surface and lead off any pursuit. I do not fear death, but this is no way for a charr to die.”

“Leave a charr in the heart of Ebonhawke ?” said Riona sharply. “That is not an option.”

Dougal couldn’t think of anything else to say. Instead, he walked back to where Ember stood at the intersection of the two tunnels and stood before her. She watched him patiently as he reached into a pocket and produced the moleskin package that held his lock picks. He held them up before the charr’s face. Ember lifted her wrists to him with a smile, and he got to work.

“What do you think you’re doing, Dougal?” Riona stormed toward him, her hand on the hilt of her sword. Before she could reach him, though, Gullik stepped between them, blocking her way. She tried to push her way past him, but he widened his stance to make it clear that he would not give way.

“Do you need a light?” said the norn helpfully, ignoring Riona’s struggles and curses behind him.

Dougal ignored Riona as well, and a moment later Ember’s hands were free. He reached up to undo the attached collar next.

Riona growled in frustration and craned her neck to see around the norn’s bulk. “Dougal Keane!” she said. “I order you to stop!”

“Following your orders,” Dougal said. The collar came open, and the set of shackles cascaded to the wet stones. “Oops, too late.”

Ember scooped them up and hefted them in her hands, contemplating their steel links. Dougal thought she would throw them down the passage and into the
sewer water. Instead she handed the chains to the norn, and Gullik for his part rooted around in his satchel for the charr’s weapons. Dougal pocketed his picks once more, when Riona, now free of the norn’s blocking frame, grabbed his wrist.

“How dare you?” she hissed, whirling him about.

Dougal braced himself, ready to knock aside her anticipated slap. Instead, when he opened his mouth to try to explain, she did something far worse.

She shoved him backward into the muck.

Dougal windmilled his arms to try to keep his balance, but failed. At the last moment he stopped fighting it and jumped in feetfirst instead, figuring that a controlled fall would be best. As he pierced the stream’s surface, he had no idea how deep it might be, so he held his breath.

He blew it out right away once he realized that the sewage only came up to about his waist. When he realized it was so cold, he was surprised it hadn’t frozen him instantly. He yowled in surprise, and his complaint rattled down the tunnels in every direction.

“You deserved that!” Riona said, still fuming.

Dougal pointed at Ember. “She needed out of those chains.”

“And you
could
think of us as being outside the city, if you want,” suggested Killeen.

Riona looked as if she were going to shout, then spun around and pushed Kranxx down the tunnel before her. Killeen followed along the thin ledge. Ember and Gullik stepped down into the stream. They groused at the stench and the cold, but the sewage didn’t come up
nearly as high on them as it did on Dougal.

Ember lifted Dougal out of the stream and set him down on the ledge. They nodded their gratitude to each other without a word. Dougal turned to scramble after Riona, and the charr and the norn waded right after him through the muck.