Sophraea pulled another half brick out of the basket and tossed it twice in her hand to get a feel for the weight.
'I used to be able to hit Leaplow at one hundred paces with his battered old ball,' she recalled.
Gustin handed the remaining two chunks of brick to Feeler and Fish.
'Ladies first,' he said gallantly.
'Shove them back as much you can,' Sophraea said, 'I'll go for the whistle.'
'We will defend you while you summon the watcher,' Feeler said. Fish nodded.
'Very well,' said Sophraea, 'on the count of three. One, two.. '
'Three!' they all yelled.
Sophraea's brick scored a direct hit on the booted skeleton standing on the hollow rock. The brick struck the helmet with a clang. The skeleton's whole head flew off and rolled past the row of skeletons standing in front of it.
'Well done!' Gustin shouted.
The confused and now headless skeleton spun about, blindly waving its crooked sword, which nicely hooked into the spear of the skeleton standing next to it. Both creatures went tumbling in a tangled clatter of bones and plate armor.
But there were still three more standing between Sophraea and the stone.
Gustin's brick cracked the ribs of one skeleton, sending it reeling away. Feeler and Fish managed to jostle their skeleton targets with bricks to the shoulder blade and the hipbone respectively.
The skeleton soldiers spun as though trying to determine the origin of the attack. The empty eye holes in their skulls stared unseeing.
Sophraea darted forward, with Gustin and the rest just a pace behind her. Out ofthe corner of her eye, she saw the wizard scoop up the crooked sword dropped by the skeleton.
He swung the blade in a wide circle, its rusted edge clicking against bone as he forced dead warriors back.
Feeler and Fish grabbed the nearest skeleton, and, like her brothers with a wishbone, they snapped the creature in two. Feeler used the legs to beat back the others. Fish lobbed the head, the clavicle, and other parts at various attackers.
Sophraea kneeled and curled her fingers around the rock. The niche hadn't been opened in years. Passing feet had shoved it tightly into its hole.
Feeler shouted, 'Hurry!''
The rest of the skeleton army was starting to stir, turning reluctantly away from the door to face the foes that had beaten down their fellows.
Sophraea scrambled at the rock, looking wildly around for something to lever it out of its niche. She spotted a rusted bit of armor within reach. She had no idea what it was. It was flat and had a sharp corner and that's what mattered. Scooting on hands and knees between falling skeletons, she touched its edge, lurched, and managed to grab it.
Bones dropped around her from disintegrating skeletons. A severed hand bounced off her shoulder. She saw it, bit back a shriek and scooted backward.
Holding the metal piece in both hands, she wedged it under the rock's edge and dug between the paving stones. The gray rock tipped up.
Nestled into a carved crevice was the silver whistle. She quickly pried it loose and set it to her lips.
Sophraea blew with all her might, a blast of shrill sound.
In the shadows above the basement door, the watcher stirred. It stretched its wings slowly, scraping against the ceiling as it leaned forward out of its niche. It tilted its horned head and yawned, revealing its back molars as well as the curving tusks at the front. The flexible front paws clenched a little tighter on the stone ledge where it sat, crumbling the edge into gravel that showered down on the skeletons assembled below.
'Protect the door!' Sophraea yelled to it. 'Keep out anything dead!'
The watcher gave a ponderous nod at her simple commands and launched itself from its niche with a powerful kick of the heavy back legs. It sailed a few feet on its basalt wings before landing with a thud in the center of the skeletons. The gem dust that coated its skin glittered in the pale light of the tunnel. The big wings snapped out, knocking four skeletons down.
The rest of the skeletons turned toward this new attacker, rushing forward to grapple with the guardgoyle.
'It's alive,' Gustin breathed, 'but it is stone too. And responding to commands. That's beautiful magic!'
The wizard seemed transfixed by the guardgoyle's sweeps of its horned head. Each jab drove back another skeleton.
Sophraea dropped the silver whistle into her apron pocket. She'd replace it in its hiding place another day. She grabbed her basket with one hand and Gustin's arm with the other because the wizard still stood motionless, watching the guardgoyle.
'Why didn't you tell me what it was?' Gustin complained as she dragged him away. 'How old is it? Who cast the spell? Does your family have a copy of the spell in their ledger? Or even a note about when it was done?'
'We can look later,' Sophraea promised as she propelled him toward the door. 'Gustin, come on!'
Two skeletons broke off from the fight with the guardgoyle to try to block their escape. Sophraea swung her basket and Gustin stuck out one long leg. The spear carrier ducked the basket only to be tripped up by Gustin and fall heavily against the sword bearer. Both went down in a clatter of bones. The rib cage of one became entangled in the leg bones of the other. They thrashed and rolled across the floor.
Hand-in-hand, Sophraea and Gustin hopped over the skeletons.
Feeler stepped in front, pulling out the iron key for the Dead End door. With a quick snap, he unlocked the door and shoved it open.
'We best go before the watcher starts screaming,' Feeler said, pushing Gustin and Sophraea forward. Gustin stretched his neck, still trying to get the best possible view of the guardgoyle's movements.
Nipping in behind them, Fish nodded vigorously, already clapping his hands over his ear holes.
Still fighting in the middle of a knot of skeletons, the guardgoyle opened its big mouth in preparation for a scream.
Fish slammed the Dead End door shut as quickly as possible. Although the heavy wood door muffled the worst of the guardgoyle's shriek, everyone winced at the burst of sound.
'I wonder if skeletons can be deafened,' Sophraea said, rubbing her smarting ears.
Feeler gave a sympathetic shrug. His tentacles were wrapped tightly around his head, effectively creating earplugs for both ears.
'I do not think the dead will be able to pass it,' he said.
'There were so many following us in the tunnels,' Sophraea worried. The dead that she'd seen in the tunnels seemed much more substantial and dangerous than the ones who had been dancing through the upper gate in the last few days. She had a feeling that these corpses wouldn't be content with just knocking at Rampage Stunk's windows.
'But the guardgoyle is very strong and all the corpses that we saw moving in the tunnels were very old and quite rotted. I do not think that they will be able to overcome it,' Feeler stated. 'But Fish and 1 will stay here. If the door is in danger of being breached, we will retreat to the higher levels, barring the gates and locking other doors behind us.'
'Thank you,' said Sophraea with a quick hug for both of her old friends. 'But don't take any chances. Come up to the kitchen if there is any danger at all!'
'Is that where we are going?' asked Gustin, following her up the stairs past the lower defenses of Dead End House.
'Myemaw will know that I roused the watcher,' Sophraea explained breathlessly over her shoulder. 'And she'll call the family in. That's the drill in case of a serious attack.'
'Your family has a drill for attacks?' Gustin leaped up the stairs behind her.
'All the old trade families in Waterdeep do.' Sophraea twisted around a bend in the stairs and saw the welcome outline of the parlor door above her. 'There're tales of the old battles in the streets. So we're always taught to be prepared. Bolt down and stay put, that's the safest way to avoid harm.'
