The Howling Delve (14 page)

Off to the side of the chamber lay a pile of rope that looked like it had once been a net. One end was tied to a nearby stalagmite, but the rest was hacked into several pieces.

Meisha extinguished het blade with a word, but at the same time, she found herself bathed in green light. She dived away, landing hard on her elbow just as a circle of light filled the ceiling shaft and shot downwatd. The green thread briefly connected the two holes.

A portal, she thought. She got to het feet as the first figures dropped through the magical doorway.

There were six in total, but they came through in pairs. Magic slowed theit descent, allowing them to twist in midair to avoid plummeting down the chasm. They landed opposite het across the hole.

A woman and five men—one a halfling. Meisha managed to note that much befote they saw her. The chasm yawned between her and any close-range weapons, but the woman had a crossbow. She and the halfling stood off to one side. Three other men stood behind them, one in robes with a wand swinging from his belt. Their leader was sizing her up just as she evaluated them.

The wizard drew his wand and loosed a flame arrow, illuminating a black beard curled around thick lips. Not bothering to dodge, Meisha readied her stiletto. The missile streaked toward her. At the last instant she braced herself for the impact and watched the attacking wizatd’s eyes widen when she simply absorbed the spell against her chest.

“My turn,” she said around a plume of smoke, but she had already buried her blade in his abdomen. She turned to face the halfling and the woman.

“Take her alive,” said the leader, but Meisha drowned him out with a spell. Her eyes glowed red in the semi-darkness. The woman raised her crossbow, but Meisha finished her spell, thrusting both hands out from her body, the flats of her palms pressed tightly together. A searing jet of wind like the breeze off a coal fire shot across the chasm, slamming into the halfling. The gust lifted him off his feet, driving him into the far wall. The crossbow bolt skittered away across the cavern floor as the woman fell to the ground.

The other men charged, coming from both sides of the chasm. The hot wind stalled them. Meisha tan straight at the datk abyss, the spell sweeping before her in a billowing arc.

She jumped, buoyed up by the wind, cleating the chasm easily and landing on the other side. This caught her attackers

by surprise, leaving her only the woman to contend with. She reached out, grabbing Meisha’s arm, thinking the Harper meant to run, but Meisha instead dropped flat to her back. Her momentum pulled the woman down. Continuing the movement, Meisha wedged her foot in the woman’s abdomen and pushed, somersaulting her backward and down into the chasm.

Meisha started to sit up, but the woman caught the lip of the hole and Meisha’s shoulder, dragging her back and costing het the opportunity fot anothet spell. She wrenched free, but the men were pushing through the wind and closing in on het.

Grabbing anothet daggei, Meisha drove the blade upward into the back of the first man’s thigh. He howled in pain and dropped heavily against her. She pushed him away and felt a hot sting at her lower back. Meisha went down with a cry, unable to recover as the leader came in from behind and grabbed a handful of her dark hair.

Meisha felt strands rip from her scalp as he dragged her backward. Stone sctaped het skin, and she lost her grip on her dagger. She kicked and clawed until she felt empty air beneath her head.

The leader drew his dagger and straddled her, letting her head and upper totso fall free over the lip of the chasm.

Immediately, Meisha felt the blood rush to het head, her muscles tightening painfully as she tried to balance herself above the abyss. He snatched one of her flailing arms and brought the back of her hand down in a whip crack on a protruding stone.

Meisha screamed, her hand flopping uselessly in her attacker’s. He laid the broken wrist straight against her side and waited while the other pair of men helped the woman ovet the lip of the chasm. She smiled at Meisha’s white face.

“Stay still,” the leader advised when Meisha tried to move. “See to Watin and Tetshus,” he told the test of the group.

“I’m still kicking.” Picking himself up, the halfling lit a torch. He bent over the wizard Meisha had stabbed and shook his head. “He’s dead, Aazen.”

The leader sighed. “Retrieve the chest. They will have it waiting.”

When the group moved off down one of the tunnels, the leader turned his attention to Meisha. “If you fight me, I’ll stand, and your weight will pull you ovet the edge,” he said. “Your hand is broken. You can cast no spell without great pain. Do you understand?”

But Meisha’s attention was drawn to a pool of blood steadily spreading around the man’s boots. The sting at her back had been a stab wound. She was bleeding to death while the bastard sat atop her like a king on a throne. Flames blazed in her eyes, an awakening of raw, sorcerous power.

The leader leaned back. Meisha statted to slide towatd the darkness. She tried to finish the spell, but the strength slowly ebbed from her body, replaced by a numbing cold. She couldn’t concentrate. Her spell died half-formed on her lips.

“I might heal you,” the leader said, steadying her, “if you answer my questions.”

Meisha had the will to chuckle. “If you heal me, I’ll kill you.”

The man seemed unconcerned. “Who are you?”

Meisha didn’t answet. If she timed it right, she might be able to lock het knees around his waist, pull him back into the chasm. She could at least take the bastard with her.

A sharp blow across her cheek forced Meisha’s attention back-to her murderer’s face.

“Varan Ivshar,” the leader tried again, and Meisha’s narrowing world came statkly back into focus. “So you do know the wizard,” the man said, seeing her reaction. “I hoped so.”

He knew of Vatan. Meisha licked dry lips. “Where is he?” she asked.

The man didn’t answer. Meisha squirmed, moaning. The tautness of her muscles would only cause her to bleed out faster. The man eased back, drawing her away from the hole. He knew she was too weak to fight anymote.

“What happened to the wizard?” he asked, watching het carefully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Meisha said, her expression unfeigned. It seemed to satisfy him.

The man rose to his feet, gazing down at her indecisively. “I’d hoped you’d be able to offer me more,” he said. He reached down and his fingers brushed the silver pin of the Harpers. “I don’t believe I can justify letting you live.” He listened as voices echoed from the tunnel. “They won’t allow it.”

Meisha waited, expecting him to stab her again, or push her body over the edge with his boot. He did neither, instead turning his attention to the group re-entering the cavetn. One of the men carried a large chest held together by rusted metal bands.

“Warin’s spell is gone,” said the halfling. “We can’t levitate the chest. It’ll take a bit to secure it by rope.”

“You have ten breaths,” the leader said.

“Take me that long to tie it off, won’t it? Gods only know what’ll happen if it falls, Aazen.”

The leadei nodded but did not look pleased; “You’re right, of coutse.” He pointed at Meisha. “Cast the spell, and you will live.”

“How did you find this place?” It had taken her years of research to discovet the main entrance to the Delve, and then she found it only because she knew there was something there to find. She had never known this portal room existed. Meisha tried to pull herself up to her elbows, to see the man’s face by the portal light. His hait was datk and shorn close to his head, as if he’d cut it with his own knife. Fine scar lines peppered a clean-shaven jaw, marring an othetwise attractive face. “Who are you?”

“We’re thieves,” the leader said.

“What could you hope to steal from a cave?”

“The Delve is much more than a cave. You should have known that, before you entered. Cast the spell.”

She lay back and closed her eyes. “I don’t know it.”

“Very well. I offered you your life.”

“Done, Aazen.” The halfling tossed the leader the other end

of the rope. He looped it twice around his waist and tied off the end.

Meisha watched him hand a waterskin off to the halfling, who uncorked it and squirted a thick, pastelike substance into his small hand. The skin went around to each member of the group until it was empty, then the halfling tossed the containet carelessly toward the chasm. It fell short, landing next to Meisha, but no one paid her any further attention. They were busy coating their hands and boots with the substance. The halfling trotted on the balls of his feet toward the cavetn wall. He jumped, his arms outstretched, latching onto the walls like an insect. He scrambled up and across the ceiling, disappearing into the mouth of the shaft. The test followed in the same way.

The leader came last, climbing slower than the rest and towing the chest behind him on the rope. When he’d ascended to the edge of the pottal, the woman braced him as he hauled the chest up. Meisha got her first clear look at it as it passed in and out of the green light. As she’d suspected, the chest was Varan’s. What had they done to him?

With the chest secured, one by one the thieves disappeated up into the portal. When the last had gone, the green light faded.

Meisha rolled onto het side, crawling to the closest tunnel. She knew she would never make it out of the chamber, but anything was bettet than listening to her lifeblood drip down the walls of the chasm.

They’d nicknamed him “Dirty Bones,” and for good reason. Talal wriggled out from the pile of waste and garbage that had collected at the mouth of the refuse room. He sniffed. Dirty, yes. He didn’t mind dirt. But he was starving, too. That concerned him. He’d gladly be called “Fat Bones,” but there just wasn’t enough food.

“Not my fault. Can’t eat garbage.” He surveyed the room.

“Plenty of that, but can you live on it?” No. Unquestionably. He’d already tried. His tongue curled at the memory.

Too much thinking, he decided. Time to scavenge. The raiding party had come and gone. He’d counted to make sure there were no stragglers, just as Gadi had warned him. Then came the green light, then silence. It was the same every time.

Talal moved quickly, pulling a mound of wax that only vaguely resembled a candle from behind one of the rocks. He held it out, duck walking along the winding tunnel to the pottal room.

Gadi had taught him each step in the process. He paused to listen before entering the room. When he peeked to see what lay within, he let out a whoop of delight. The sound echoed in the vast chamber. Talal clamped a filthy hand to his mouth, his eyes darting over the tops of his fingers. When nothing stirred, he rose to his full five-foot height and practically skipped over to the bodies.

There were two of them—two thieves dead. Warmth rose in Dirty Bones. “Two less to worry about. They’ll be thrilled.” He would hurry, so he could return and tell them.

“Messy,” he mutteted as he knelt next to the body of a young woman. Not a tidy kill—like Gadi, he thought—and shoved away all pity for the pretty-faced lass. He went for her boots fitst, feeling inside for pouches or hidden vials. He drew back with a hiss and raised a bloody finger to his mouth. Cautiously, he tried again, and pulled a pair of daggers from each boot. The lass bristled with them.

He worked his way methodically Up her body but found no othet tteasures. There had to be more, the bitch was dressed too well… .

A low gtoan escaped the woman’s mouth.

“Ho!” Talal felt his spine bounce off something hard and realized it was the cavetn wall on the far side of the room. He’d slammed into it in his tush to get away from the corpse, which continued moaning.

“The walking dead,” he squeaked. “I touched the walking

dead….” He stared at his hand as if the appendage might suddenly turn black and fall off. He wiped it furiously on his breeches. The damned things weren’t supposed to come back once they bled that much, were they?

Talal wasn’t going to take any chances. He felt around until he found a large rock. Holding it at eye level, he approached the body. Up close, he could tell her coloring was off, but it didn’t have the deathly pallor of the other bodies he’d seen. Gadi had been much worse. The woman’s eyes were closed, but the lashes fluttered as if she slept.

Talal bent closer and felt a shallow breath brush his cheek. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but he shook away the sensation. “Not dead, that’s the problem.” Of course he’d known it all along. She didn’t look like one of them Shadow Thief bastards anyway. How did she get down here?

“Bad luck, that’s how, but we’ll fix it… maybe.” He wasn’t any sott of healer, after all. She could die on the way to the camp. But what in the Hells else was he going to do fot fun?

Talal tossed away the rock so he could get an arm under her legs. He hauled her up, grunting as blood soaked into his bteeches. “If I drop you, Lady, I’m taking it as a sign from the gods this was a bad idea.”

Keczulla, Amn

2 Marpenoth, the Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR)

Kail passed through a wide stone archway crowned by a sapphire keystone. The gem inset on the opposite side of the arch, a lighter agate, was not nearly as impressive or flawless, but then again, the difference between districts in Keczulla often hinged upon the wotth of a gemstone.

The Keczull clan first gave the city life when it sttuck iron and gold along the Ridge arm of the Cloud Peaks to the north. Unfortunately for all, the mines didn’t last, and a little over a century and a half latet, the city was abandoned. It took Pulth Tanislove and his gem mines to bring Keczulla back in 1355 DR. The city had come twice from ruin to prosper in metals and gems, so naturally every aspect of its growth had followed suit, from the four districts: Emerald, Sapphire, Jade, and Agate, to their corresponding wards. The most prosperous families made their homes and businesses in the Mithral and Platinum Wards, and the hierarchy descended from thete. Harbor Moon Ward was last in line and made no attempt to put a false sheen on itself. Kail appreciated that, and he suspected Rays Bladesmile did as well.