Undermountain-that should break the connection between us and our figurines.'
'There!' Corin said, pointing across what seemed a vast gap to the next nearest table. 'I think that's the table that holds the model of the Wish Gate level.'
Artek shook his head doubtfully. 'I suppose it's no more than three feet to that table, but it might as well be a mile. How are we ever going to get across?'
'Guss the gargoyle, at your service,' Guss announced cheerfully. He hovered over them, leathery wings flapping. 'I hope you don't mind, but I’ll have to take you one at a time.'
Their laughter fell short as a gigantic shadow loomed over them, blotting out the light. A great craggy moon rose over the model, two smaller pale spheres embedded in its surface. Only after a second did Artek realize that it was not a moon at all but Halaster's wrinkled face. The wizard was bending over his model. A gigantic, wrinkled hand stretched in their direction. They cowered against the wall of the maze as the hand loomed nearer. One careless swipe, and they would be flattened like bugs. Artek clenched his jaw, trying not to scream.
The hand hovered directly above them, then continued on, reaching to manipulate some objects elsewhere in the maze. Artek forced himself to breathe again. Halaster had not seen them. But they might not be so lucky next time-they had to hurry.
Artek tried not to think about the seconds slipping away as Guss valiantly ferried each of the others across the gap to the other table. Finally, it was Artek's turn. Though Guss was clearly growing; tired, he did not complain, and at last set Artek down gently on the table's edge. They shrank into the corner between wall and tabletop for a moment, but no shadow loomed above. Apparently, Halaster had not noticed their little adventure.
The magical barrier had prevented Guss from setting them down within the maze, so Beckla blasted a hole in the wall of the model with a spell. They crawled through the smoking gap, into the labyrinth beyond.
'You got the closest look at the model, Corin,' Artek said. 'You lead the way.'
For a moment, a look of uncertainty crossed Corin’s face. Then-with visible effort-he squared his shoulders and nodded. 'All right, follow me.'
Artek grinned. Two days ago, Corin would never have accepted such a responsibility-the young lord had grown on this journey.
Ignoring their weariness, they ran down painted hallways and punched through doors of stiff paper. Nothing stood in their way now. They were almost to Wish Gate.
They turned the corner and found themselves facing a gigantic white beast with blood-red eyes. It gnashed its long, yellow teeth and saliva trickled from the corner of its mouth. The five stared in horror. This was no clay figurine.
Emitting a high-pitched squeak, the creature lumbered toward them, dragging a pink, ropelike tail behind. Understanding broke through Artek's terrified stupor-this was no monstrous abomination of the underworld. It was Fang, Halaster's pet mouse. But the creature was now thrice their size, making it a monster indeed. It seemed angry at their intrusion upon its territory. Its claws scrabbled against the floor, gouging the gray paint. Baring its razor-sharp teeth, it lunged for them.
With a roar, Guss lashed out an arm, swiping Fang's pink nose with his talons. The mouse squealed in pain, raising its bloodied snout into the air. The five dashed into a side chamber. They shut the stiff paste-and-paper door, hoping it was enough to keep the mouse at bay. A moment later, they heard a scratching outside.
'We have to keep going down this corridor,' Corin whispered urgently. 'It's the only way to Wish Gate.'
Beckla shook her head. 'We'll never get past Halaster's little pet.'
Artek clenched his hand into a fist, punching the wooden wall. He could not believe that they had survived so many perils only to be defeated by a mouse.
'There is a way,' said a gruff voice.
The others looked up in surprise. It was Guss. 'I could go out into the hallway first and run in the opposite direction. That way, the mouse would follow me and the rest of you could get to the gate.'
'But that thing will kill you!' Beckla cried.
Guss's serious expression did not waver. For a moment he was silent, and then he spoke in quiet words.
'During all those centuries I dwelled in the tomb of Talastria and Orannon, I always thought there was something wrong with me. I couldn't bring myself to slay the tomb's defilers as my brethren did. I thought… I thought it was because I was a coward.' The gargoyle gazed at the others, his green eyes glowing brightly. 'But that's not true. I simply had never met anyone whom I wanted to protect Until now.'
The gargoyle reached out to grip Beckla's hand gently in his own.
'Please,' he said softly but insistently. 'Let me do this thing. It is what I was created for.'
Beckla snatched her hand away. Corin and Muragh gazed at the gargoyle with shock. Sorrow weighed heavily on Artek's heart, but a smile touched his lips. Guss knew who he was now-truly, deeply, with all his stony heart, Artek thought. Would that he could say so much. He would not deny Guss's chance to be whole.
Artek laid a hand fondly on the gargoyle's spiky shoulder, 'Maybe you were created from evil, but you're a good creature to us. Never forget that'
Gratitude filled the gargoyle's eyes, but there was worry as well. 'You would do well to heed your own words, Artek Ar'talen.'
The others made their farewells then, though time forced them to be quick. Beckla's good-bye was the most tearful, and she was reluctant to release the gargoyle from her embrace.
'I'm going to miss you so much, Guss,' she said quietly. ~.
'And I you, Beckla,' the gargoyle replied, squeezing her tight in his stony arms. 'You, more than anyone, have taught me that I can be what I choose to be. Thank you, Beckla Shadesar. Remember me.'
She shook her head fiercely. 'How could I ever forget you?' But she could manage no more words beyond that.
The gargoyle flashed a toothy grin and extended his onyx talons, truly looking like the fearsome creature he had been created to be. But the same kindness glowed in his eyes.
'Here I come, Fang!' Guss bellowed. Tour doom is upon you. And its name is Terrathiguss!'
The gargoyle shredded the paper door with his claws and leapt through the tatters. The mouse squealed, its bloody whiskers twitching. Guss ran down the corridor. The mouse scrabbled after him while the others dashed into the hallway, watching in horror.
Guss was fast, but the mouse was faster still. It pounced, landing on the gargoyle. The two caught each other in a terrible embrace. Guss's talons raked across the mouse's belly, staining its snowy fur with crimson. It shrieked, then dug its teeth into the gargoyle's shoulder, and green ichor flowed. Wrestling with each other, the two creatures crashed into a wall. Thin wood splintered. As one, mouse and gargoyle tumbled through the hole and were gone.
Artek was first to the gap in the wall. Beckla and Corin-who held Muragh-were a half-second behind. Together, they peered through the hole.
Beyond the edge of the tabletop, on the floor far below, lay the mouse, its fur drenched with blood. It twitched once, then lay still. Scattered around the mouse were a dozen jagged shards of gray stone, stone that looked just like the remnants of a broken statue-the statue of a gargoyle.
Clutching a hand to her mouth, Beckla turned away. Corin cradled Muragh in his arms. By force of will, Artek swallowed the lump of sorrow in his throat. There would be time for mourning later. He gripped Beckla's hand.
'Let's go,' he said.
The others nodded, and they started back down the hallway. Moments later, they burst through a paper door and into a small room. Wish Gate hung on the far wall like a shimmering emerald mirror. Artek looked down at his tattoo. The sun had brushed the arrow. How long did he have now? Three minutes? Two? There was no time to waste.
He gripped hands with Beckla and Corin; the nobleman held Muragh in his other hand. They approached the shimmering gate.
'Where are you going to wish us to?' Beckla asked.
Artek bared his pointed teeth; the expression was not a smile. 'If it works, then you'll see.'
Fixing his wish in his mind, he tightened his grip on the others. Then, as one, they leapt into the gate.
This time the nothingness was green. Then blue. Then black as ice at midnight. The cold was worse than before, and far, far longer-crueler than anything they had felt. Artek thought it would freeze his very soul to splinters, and his consciousness dwindled, like a dying spark lost in a winter night. Then, just as the spark wavered
