paying little attention to where he stepped. His feet caused a small avalanche of gems, and he stumbled and shot out an arm. To Ivy's regret, he managed to stay upright. She started to reach a hand toward his Ankh, but Mumchance whispered a warning behind her. Archlis had recovered his balance and was glaring at them, the fingers of one hand white around the Ankh's handle. Ivy did not dare to set him off; they had nothing to protect them from his fire spells. With an oath, Archlis strode past her, kicking at the rolling gems.
'Watch what the Moaning Diamond can do!' Archlis raised the Moaning Diamond in one hand, holding it high above his head. The magelord began to cry out the words of some spell, using the same grating language that he had used with his charms earlier. The ululations from the gem grew louder with each of his shouts.
On the edge of her vision, Ivy saw the wall changing. Without turning her head away from Archlis, she slid her eyes to the side to better see what was happening. A part of the wall at one end of the room began to melt away. It did not crumble with roaring dust clouds, as had the stone chamber walls when the destrachans had attacked them. Instead, the material of the wall seemed to evaporate, as though it were no firmer than mist. Within the widening opening she saw a hidden staircase spiraling upwards.
The smell of clean air was immediately evident to the keener noses in the group.
'It is headed outside,' whispered Zuzzara to Ivy.
'What is?' Ivy hissed.
'The diamond. It wants out,' Zuzzara answered. 'Look! It has found a way out. That staircase leads outside.'
'Fresh air,' explained Gunderal.
'Even I smell that,' her sister elaborated.
With a sweep of his arm, Archlis motioned them all forward to the staircase. His head still bent down to stare into the depths of the Moaning Diamond. The Siegebreakers looked at each other, their eyebrows rising in question. Ivy shrugged and then gave a slight nod. The group silently began the climb upward to daylight. Archlis came behind them, the Moaning Diamond gripped in one hand and the Ankh in the other.
'I thought we were deeper in the tunnels,' Zuzzara whispered.
'Wrong again,' Gunderal murmured as she drifted ahead of her large half-sister. 'I could tell that we were near the surface.'
'So what do you smell now?' Zuzzara asked.
With a quick glance over her shoulder, Gunderal whispered, 'Trouble, bloodshed, full-scale, all-out warfare.'
'Oh good. All stuff we can handle.'
Ivy reached out a hand and touched Kid's shoulder. She leaned close to his ear to say softly, 'Whatever happens, stay on the far side of me, away from Archlis.'
'I can take care of myself, my dear.'
To Mumchance, climbing the stairs in front of her, she said, 'Get your eye ready.' She saw the back of his head nod.
And as she passed Sanval, still held between the two bugbears, she whispered, 'Stay alert.'
His lips stiff, his face expressionless, he whispered back, 'I am always alert.'
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The stairway twisted up, one endless turn after another. They climbed and climbed and continued climbing. The air was no better here, still close and musty; the one whiff of clean air had dissolved into dust. Ivy had hoped for a fresh breeze to indicate that they neared the surface and an escape from the ruins of old Tsurlagol.
'I guess we were deeper than I thought,' said Gunderal.
'Or we're going higher than we should,' said Mumchance. 'We should be level with the city streets by now.'
'Or our knees are so tired we think we've climbed more steps than we have,' Zuzzara muttered.
'Quiet!' whispered Archlis behind them. He was still leaning over the Moaning Diamond in his hands as if the gem were speaking to him in some occult tongue.
'Look how the stone of the stairs has changed,' observed the dwarf, ignoring the magelord's command. 'Ivy, I think we are inside the city walls.'
'How can we be in the walls?' Ivy asked.
'Don't know. But the stair is forming inside the wall. Look. It's the same stone as the outside of the southwest corner. The stuff we surveyed earlier.' Mumchance trailed his hand over the stone as they passed. Cracks ran up the walls surrounding the staircase. 'It's being shifted from the inside by Archlis. This was all filled with rubble or mortared closed, and he's forcing it open-changing the stones of the wall to make the stair. And I don't think the wall wants to be opened here.' The stones of the stair creaked and groaned around them.
'So what does that mean?' Ivy was not sure that she wanted the answer.
'Lots of stress on the stone. Stress on stones is good if you want to break a wall.' Mumchance was talking very softly, almost speaking to himself. Wiggles ran up the stair ahead of him, but the little dog was uncharacteristically silent. Not a yap or yip or whine.
Ivy stared at the stocky dwarf climbing in front of her. 'Not so good if you happen to be inside the breaking wall.'
Mumchance squinted over his shoulder at her. His one good eye looked very worried. 'I was thinking the same thing.'
Ahead of them, Zuzzara gave a surprised grunt. Ivy peered past Mumchance's shoulders to see the dazzle of daylight silhouetting the half-orc's head.
'Hey, we are going outside.' Even with a crazed magelord, the Moaning Diamond, and a couple of bugbears behind her, Ivy could not help feeling pleased by the sight of sun shining ahead of her.
'Ivy,' Zuzzara said sounding unusually worried. Her large frame blocked the exit, a hole in the wall where the stairs ended. It was neither doorway nor arch, but rather a jagged entrance that looked as though some force of magic had blasted away a section of the rock. Zuzzara spread her large hands on either side of the hole and leaned forward. 'I don't think we want to be here.'
'Oh dear,' said Gunderal, peering around her big sister. 'I think she's right.'
The press of Siegebreakers pushed behind them, and one of the bugbears hissed out an inquiry, starting to lower his glaive to prod the reluctant half-orc in the back. Sanval stumbled against him and knocked the glaive's blade into the wall with a harsh scraping sound. Zuzzara looked back over her shoulder at them, and her brows drew together in distress, unwillingness clear in her expression. Then she shrugged and stepped through the hole, and Gunderal followed her large sister out into the open. Ivy popped through the hole in the wall to sidestep around Gunderal and Zuzzara, swinging by them on her long legs so that she stood in front of them. If there was an enemy here, she preferred to be in the lead.
Ivy found herself standing on the top of one of Tsurlagol's city walls, a flat pathway of stone built to be used by patrolling guards. The view of the fields beyond the wall was magnificent-clear sky, brilliant sunlight, and fresh air best of all. She could see the line and cornering of the wall, the tumble of city buildings on one side, and the slope of hill on the other, falling away to the patchwork of fields trampled into dust by the summer-long siege. If she squinted, she could even make out the dark outline of the forest that the Thultyrl had wanted to use to shield his troops before their charge of the western wall.
But far closer than the forest were the other troops who occupied the besieged Tsurlagol. Ivy found herself sharing the top of the city wall with a full complement of orcs and hobgoblins, all looking quite stunned to see her and the other Siegebreakers suddenly pop out of a magically appearing hole in their fortifications.
Ivy never could decide which she disliked fighting the most, hobgoblins or orcs. Today she thought the orcs were the bigger problem. The hobgoblins were larger, better equipped, and smarter, but there were only four of them.
On the other hand, there were a lot of orcs on the wall. Short, ugly creatures covered with tufts of stiff black hair, their little red eyes glittered in their mottled gray faces, and sharp tusks protruded from their lower gums. And there were taller ones too-mountain orcs by the look of them, with big pig snouts and even redder, madder eyes
