place. Maybe there's a fan here somewhere.'
Miltiades carefully removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm. He tried the door to the left of the entrance to the room and looked inside. He sniffed after giving it a quick examination. 'It is fine, as bedrooms go,' he said, turning about. 'I suggest we make ourselves presentable while we discuss our plans. Whatever our mission, we are always representatives of Tyr. Let us never forget that.' He entered his chosen room and peered into a mirror on the wall.
'What he means,' said Jacob mischievously, 'is that it will never do to face death and not look your best.'
Kern chuckled as he looked himself over. 'So true,' he said. 'I suppose I could use a bath, and the armor a little polish. But business first.' He reached up and tugged at something at his throat. A moment later he held up a quarter-inch-wide ball of crystal, a pendant on a thin gold chain. 'Hmm. It would seem that Lady Eidola is not within a mile of us at the moment. Unless…' He carefully took off the pendant and held it out to Jacob, who took it in his hand. The crystal pendant remained as it was.
'She's definitely not around,' Kern said, discouraged. 'Sometimes magical things don't work when they touch me, because my body is so anti-magical.' He took back the necklace, then sighed and rubbed his face with a thick hand. 'If she's not here, this is bad news. We'd better start thinking now about ways to find and rescue our lady.'
'Find the nearest bloodforge,' suggested Tran-don in a low voice. He stood across the room by the bookcase, peering at the books on the shelves.
'Well,' said Jacob, doffing his own helmet and running a hand through his blond curls. 'That would be mage- king Aetheric's, now wouldn't it? Shall we just ask to see it, or should we fight our way in?'
'Don't be facetious,' said Kern darkly. 'We could really use Aleena's help about now. Noph, what was that you said earlier, about Aleena not wanting to come along?'
Noph blinked. 'Oh. She said… she said…' He paused, then continued, 'She said she had several reasons.' He straightened his shoulders. 'I'm sure they must have been important.'
Miltiades's voice rumbled out from his room, an angry edge to it. 'Aleena may have had good reasons to stay behind, but I do not see why she could not have told me what they were. Why should she have confided in you and not me? I do not entirely trust the sorceress.'
Noph's mouth fell open. 'Not trust…! But she's Aleena Paladinstar. She's a friend of the Blackstaff!'
From his room Miltiades snorted. 'To my thinking that makes her less trustworthy, not more. In any event, she is not here, and the way we came is now destroyed.'
The other men in the room looked away from Noph. Jacob nodded soberly. 'This does present a problem when we're finally ready to go home,' he said.
'Or ready to communicate with anyone outside this city,' said Miltiades. He came out of his room. In his right hand was a small jeweled mirror. 'I speak with my wife Evaine in Phlan using this device, but I cannot do it now. Something is blocking the magical link between this mirror and Phlan, probably the same force that prevents Khelben from scrying on this city.'
'I'll tell you what else bothers me,' said Jacob, wandering over to another side door as Miltiades went back into his room.
'That they knew we were coming,' said Tran-don, not looking up from a book he had picked out.
'Exactly,' said Jacob, seizing the door's handle and pushing it open. 'That is exactly it. I'd love to-Great Tyr!'
Jacob was not fast enough to dodge the blow he saw coming. It knocked him back into the room and sent him crashing into a chair, which broke into pieces under his armored weight.
Kern reacted instantly, seizing his warhammer and tearing it free of his belt. He knocked aside another chair to get to Jacob, ready for battle. Trandon dropped his book and snatched his staff. Miltiades came out of his room again, shield and hammer in his hands but missing his helmet. Noph was too startled to do more than stand and watch.
From the doorway Jacob had tried to enter stepped a tall, bald, bare-chested man. He stooped to pass through the seven-foot doorframe. His skin was a maroon red, the color of dark clay, but he was far larger and more broadly built than any normal human. To Noph, staring in amazement, he seemed more than eight feet tall, with enormous muscles that properly belonged on a wild beast. A little giant, Noph thought.
Seeing that Jacob was merely stunned, Kern charged the huge red man. He swung his hammer in a roundhouse blow.
The red man caught the hammerhead in the palm of one enormous hand with a loud slap. He twisted and pulled at the same moment, throwing Kern off balance and dragging the hammer from his grasp. Kern flew past him with a cry and crashed into Trandon and the bookcase beside him, breaking the case and spilling old volumes and wooden objects everywhere.
Miltiades moved in swiftly, but did not close with the red giant. Jacob crawled back, trying to tug free his two-handed sword from his over-the-shoulder scabbard. The bald red giant studied Miltiades silently with eyes so dark they appeared black. Then he dropped Kern's warhammer to the carpet and lunged at the warrior.
Miltiades threw his shield up and stepped to one side, out of the giant's line of movement. The giant punched down at the same moment, his massive fist striking a glancing blow to the shield but knocking Miltiades back a step. The old warrior suddenly lashed out and slammed his hammer into the giant's nearest leg, exactly at the kneecap.
The blow snapped the giant's leg backward, breaking the knee joint with a loud crack that made Noph's heart jump. The giant fell heavily, flattening a table and chair beneath him. Miltiades moved sideways but caught a foot in the carpeting and fell himself, legs tangled.
The giant rolled, never uttering a word, and got up on his hands and one good knee. His face held no expression. He reached for Jacob, who stood nearest, his two-handed sword now free. Jacob saw the great hand reaching for him and swung down at it. His sword slashed through a hanging flowerpot overhead, ruining his attack and splattering dirt, flowers, and leaves everywhere. His attack momentum gone, Jacob tried to recover and strike again. He was too slow.
The giant caught the fighter by one arm and threw him sideways like a rag doll. Jacob crashed into a side door, knocking it off its hinges as he fell into the room beyond. His sword flew through the air, bounced off the ceiling, and clattered to the floor in front of an astonished Noph.
Trandon suddenly came at the giant, a long wall hanging in his hands. The silver-haired man whipped the hanging against the giant's head, flipping it over his face. Trandon pulled back and twisted the ends of the hanging, hoping to blind the giant for a few precious moments.
The red giant flailed his arms, missing Trandon by a hair, but the old man was forced to release the wall hanging. He stepped back and bumped solidly against the wall where the bookcase had stood.
Now free of the wall hanging, the giant turned his attention to Trandon. He got up on his good knee, facing his foe. He swiftly leaned forward, left hand out to catch one of Trandon's limbs.
Suddenly the giant made an odd gasping sound. His hand slammed into Trandon's chest and knocked the wind from him, crushing the old man against the wall. The giant looked surprised, perhaps even puzzled. Then he fell forward, face down on the floor. Trandon fell next to him, clutching his chest and trying to breathe.
Jacob's two-handed sword projected from the giant's back. Only a three-foot length of the five-foot blade was visible.
Noph stepped back, unable to believe what he had done. He looked at his hands, then back at the motionless giant. The groans of his companions failed to distract him.
'That was for you, Harloon,' he said, then swallowed. He thought of his friend, a warrior who had died only hours ago back in Undermountain, his head crushed by an ettin's club. Noph looked down at the stained sleeves of his shirt, still spattered with dried drops of Harloon's blood.
'Tyr bless you, boy,' said Miltiades with feeling. The warrior had finally gotten to his feet, only to see that the fight was over. He looked around at the wreckage of the room. 'Next time, however, act a bit sooner. You'll make a poor warrior if you stand watching a fight with your mouth hanging open.' He sighed. 'Let's help our friends now, lad.'
Noph nodded dully and did as he was told.
The five had suffered nothing worse in their fight than a few cracked ribs and many extremely painful bruises.
