whispered slowly. The green glow faded from her eyes, revealing her brown irises. 'She's still alive!'
Joel nodded. 'Walinda's watching her until she recovers.'
'You left her with that witch?' Jas growled. She stepped back and lofted herself into the air.
'Jas, wait!' Joel shouted, but the winged woman ignored him. She landed on the top step of the iron staircase and disappeared into the shop.
Joel took two steps toward the stairs, then heard someone shout behind him. It was Jedidiah, still trapped by the stone idol.
Joel snatched up the finder's stone and hurried down the stairs into the tunnel leading to the underground shrine. At the base of the stairs, he found the sledgehammer and retrieved it, then ran back to the shrine.
The idol made an effective wall standing before the passageway, blocking Jedidiah from leaving. Jedidiah stood before the creature, holding the Hand of Bane over his head. The magical stone statue had enough awareness not to damage the item it was created to guard, but neither was it going to let its thief pass by.
The creature had its back to Joel. The Rebel Bard took aim with the sledgehammer and swung it right at the statue's left ankle. The blow sent a crack running across the stone joint. The creature started to turn around, but its foot remained frozen in place. It wobbled, trying to balance itself on one foot and the stump of the other leg. Joel raised the sledgehammer again and swung it at the idol's opposite knee. The stone creature slammed Joel in the head with a rock fist before falling backward.
Joel dropped the sledgehammer and fell to his knees, stunned. He was just barely aware of Jedidiah slamming into the idol from behind and sending it crashing to the floor. The stone statue shattered into several pieces. The fragments did not move again.
Jedidiah stumbled forward into the passageway, still clutching the Hand of Bane. He was pale and wheezing, but grinning like a schoolboy. 'Are you all right?' he asked Joel. 'That was quite a blow you took.'
Joel raised his hand to his head. He could feel a lump forming already. 'I'm going to have a giant-sized headache,' he replied. With Jedidiah's help, he was able to stand.
Slowly the two men walked back down the passageway, propping each other up.
At the base of the stairs, Jedidiah pushed the Hand of Bane at Joel. 'Take it,' he said.
'Why?' Joel asked, unwilling to touch the stone hand.
'I want you to make the decision of what to do with it,' Jedidiah said. 'Whether you choose to destroy it or exchange it for the other half of the finder's stone is up to you.'
'Why?' Joel asked again. 'Jedidiah, is this some sort of ridiculous test?'
Jedidiah shook his head. He leaned against the passage wall. 'The questions I asked the mind flayer… do you want to know what they were?'
Joel blinked with confusion, then answered, 'Yes, of course.'
'My first question was 'If I exchange the Hand of Bane for the other half of the finder's stone, will Joel still follow me?' You heard the answer in your head too didn't you?'
Joel nodded, then lowered his eyes. The answer had been No. He hadn't thought about what he would do if Jedidiah gave the banelich the hand. He had deliberately avoided thinking about how he felt about it since that first night in the Lost Vale. He looked back up at Jedidiah. 'Ilsensine can't know that. It can't predict what I'm going to do.'
'Joel, before I cast the spell to protect us from Ilsensine's probes, it was in your mind while you were unconscious, burrowing for your darkest secret. It knew what you thought. It knew what was in your heart. I knew what was in your heart, too, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. I want all my power back. I was a selfish mortal, and godhood hasn't changed that. If you weren't part of the picture… but you are. I don't want to lose you as my priest, so I'm leaving the decision up to you.'
Joel felt as if a heavy weight had settled on his heart. 'What was the second question?' he asked.
'If I leave the decision up to Joel, will he act on my behalf?'
'And the answer was He does not know,' Joel replied.
Jedidiah nodded. 'The mind flayer left before I could ask it if it meant you or Ilsensine.'
Joel shook his head. 'I don't know what I'll do, Jedidiah. I don't want Bane to be resurrected. But it's not fair that you should be lessened just so he remains dead.'
Jedidiah held out the Hand of Bane once again. He looked more than tired now. He looked ancient and haggard. He said, 'Joel, I only became a god because several good friends demanded I fight Moander. One even gave his life to show me how an unselfish man dies. But I lived, and I was given the gift of godhood. I'm still not comfortable with it, just as you're not comfortable being a priest. I often wonder if the two aren't related somehow. If I'm going to remain a god, I need friends to show me the way.'
Joel took the hand from his god. It was still warm from Jedidiah's touch. 'I need to think about this…' he said.
Jedidiah nodded. 'Perhaps it will be easier to decide back at the Sensate safe house. Holly and Walinda will both have different answers for you.'
'And Jas,' Joel said suddenly. 'She was here,' he told Jedidiah. 'The Xvimists captured her and transformed her like they did Bear. But when she learned Holly wasn't dead, she seemed to act a little more human. I think she's headed to see Holly.'
'Let's go, then,' Jedidiah said. 'Before this city decides to spit me out.'
They climbed wearily up both flights of stairs. Dits was among the stacks of books and scrolls speaking with a customer.
'I'll be back soon,' Joel called, waving the Hand of Bane at the bariaur. Joel stuffed the hand inside his belt and left the shop with Jedidiah at his side. They hurried through the streets of Sigil. Despite Jedidiah's age, it was Joel whose strength began to flag as they reached the Sensate safe house. The wounds he'd received from the skeleton's sword and Jas's talons throbbed painfully, and his head was pounding from the stone idol's blow.
Jedidiah ushered his wounded priest inside and sat him down in the parlor. 'I'll go see if Bors can do that golden thread trick on you,' he said.
Joel looked up at the picture over the mantelpiece and gasped. The picture had been slashed to ribbons. Lying on the mantel before it was a note written on a scrap of the painting's canvas.
Joel leapt up and grabbed at the document. He read it quickly and then ran from the parlor, shouting for
Jedidiah. He found the older man in the kitchen, leaning over Bors. The alien paladin had been knocked unconscious, apparently with a heavy frying pan.
Joel waved the note in the air. 'It's from Walinda,' he said.
Jedidiah rubbed at his temples. 'Read it,' he ordered.
'I have the paladin in my possession. I will be in the astral plane with my lord Bane. Bring the Hand of Bane if you wish to negotiate. Walinda of Bane… She has Holly!' Joel exclaimed.
'And you have the Hand of Bane,' Jedidiah replied. 'It's the same game, but the stakes have just been changed.'
Seventeen
Bors soon regained consciousness. Aside from a ringing headache, he was no worse for wear. He sent a street urchin to fetch sedan chairs to take Joel and Jedidiah to the Shattered Temple, where they would find a portal to the astral plane. 'I can accompany you as far as the temple, but then we must part,' the alien paladin said. 'I have an obligation at the Civic Festhall that I can delay no longer.' Jedidiah nodded, and Joel realized the old priest was relieved that Bors hadn't insisted on joining their party. Holly's presence had already complicated their business. Who knew what trouble a second paladin could start?
While they waited for their transport, Bors saw to their wounds. With a golden hammer, he applied a blow to Jedidiah's arm, relieving the numbness the older man felt, and with the golden needle, he pricked the bump in Joel's head. The swelling quickly subsided. Then he washed and bandaged Joel's wounds from Jas and the
