'You are quick,' he teased.
Tazi laughed at their shared joke and moved a little farther away, her hand trailing along some of the stalagmites, suddenly appreciating the feel of the rock. She watched as more of the winged insects fluttered between stalactites like shooting stars.
Asraf studied Steorf and finally said, 'You still don't understand how this can be enough for me.'
'No,' he admitted honestly, 'I guess I can't.'
'All of us have forces that guide us, and drive us as well. It's just that sometimes other people can't see them and so they have a hard time understanding.'
'I suppose,' Steorf agreed.
'For instance, I don't really know why you're here,' he solemnly asked, 'on this complicated mission.'
'I'm here because my friend asked me to come. There's nothing complicated about it,' Steorf answered.
The young Calishite leaned closer to the mage and whispered, 'She's a little more than a friend, isn't she?'
Tazi could feel Steorf's eyes burning into her back. She pretended to be fascinated by a stalactite formation and unaware of the very personal conversation carrying on behind her. She didn't want to embarrass Steorf by teasing him, but there was also a tiny part of Tazi that wanted to hear his honest answer.
'What are you talking about?' Steorf asked Asraf, discreetly lowering his voice.
The young man smiled guilelessly and said, 'You announce your feelings with every act you commit near her.'
'What?'
'You jumped to protect her when you thought I might have done her harm, and-' Asraf began.
'I would have done that for any of my friends,' Steorf interrupted. 'And you wouldn't have been able to harm her,' he added rather seriously, raising a finger in warning.
'You think not?' Asraf questioned, but Steorf could see that he was speaking in jest, and he relaxed a little. 'Even that statement shows how you feel.'
'I am a loyal man,' Steorf stated simply.
Unseen by either of them, Tazi winced a little. Ever since Steorf had told her of Ebeian's death, she had started to feel some of the old closeness growing again. After all, seven years of friendship and wildings had forged a unique bond between them that she didn't share with another living soul. It was hard to forget. The two-year pause in their relationship hadn't changed much between them after all, Tazi was slowly realizing. She found herself slipping into a comfortable rhythm with Steorf again and there had definitely been a moment between them just before the Children of Ibrandul had come for them.
But when Tazi heard Steorf use the word 'loyal,' it was as if someone had torn open a newly healed wound in her. All the accusations Ciredor had made two years before regarding Steorf's paid companionship came crashing in on her again, and she wondered if she could ever really move past it all and trust Steorf completely again.
Unaware of her turmoil, Asraf continued with Steorf.
'I see you are a loyal man. That's my point. You're here with her on a deadly mission, you protect her whenever you can, and most importantly, I see the way you look at her.'
'And how is that?' Steorf asked lightly.
'At certain moments like she is some precious jewel that has bewitched you,' Asraf explained, 'and at other times, you gaze at her like a man in the desert looks at an icy pool of water.'
Tazi laughed to herself.
Asraf certainly has a flowery sort of way with words, she thought. Some of those books in the council room must be filled with romantic fables. He really does need to get above ground now and then.
Not caring to hear Steorf's sarcastic reply to that one, Tazi moved a little faster to catch up with the older Children of Ibrandul and passed out of earshot.
Steorf silently regarded Asraf.
After a few moments, he replied, 'You do see well. There is something about Thazienne that cools the turmoil within me.'
Asraf was surprised.
'I didn't think you'd admit to it so easily' he said.
'In all likelihood, we won't survive this encounter with Ciredor, so my secret will die with you.'
'I'm pretty hard to kill,' Asraf said glibly, 'so your lady friend might just find out your deep, dark secret.'
Not knowing how to respond to that, Steorf abruptly said, 'We best catch up with your comrades, before they get too exasperated at having to wait for us foolish Land Abovers.'
He and Asraf walked quickly over to the two other Children of Ibrandul. Steorf bumped into Tazi.
'I didn't see you,' he said.
'I'm getting better at this maneuvering in the darkness,' she answered seriously. 'Maybe Ibrandul is on our side after all.'
Tazi couldn't see Asraf's frown at her words.
When they came up beside the Children of Ibrandul, the beardless novice startled both Tazi and Steorf by his next statement.
'I'm sorry it took us so long,' he began apologetically, 'but we wanted to make certain that we-' he indicated his silent companion and himself-'had read the signs properly. We realize how important it is to find the Night Market.'
'Just there,' he continued, motioning beyond the cavern, 'the path goes on for about twenty feet or so and it splits in two directions.'
'You must take care to walk along the right side,' the normally silent novice finally said to them.
As they exited the cavern, the darkness grew rapidly. Both Tazi and Steorf had to rely on tactile sensations to navigate, and Tazi was rather pleased with herself that she actually was becoming more adept the longer they traveled in the tunnels. She wasn't aware that the older Children of Ibrandul were lagging after them.
Tazi could barely see Steorf in her peripheral vision, so deep were they now. Close behind she heard Asraf muttering. Tazi squelched a smile at that.
He certainly is a chatterbox, she thought and was suddenly very glad of his company.
He was as different from his companions, she realized, as day to night.
If the only guides we'd had were the two nameless ones, I wouldn't be as certain in finding the Dark Bazaar as I am with Asraf along.
Tazi was so caught up in feeling her way into the next passage along the right that she didn't notice that she and Steorf were on their own.
Asraf stood at the crossroads. His young face twisted up in confusion and he chewed furiously on his lower lip. A glance to the left revealed the retreating shapes of his fellow Children of Ibrandul, men he had studied and worshiped with for years. To the right, he could just barely separate Tazi's slim form from the clutching darkness of the shadows. He knew she and her companion were not the danger he had been led to believe they were.
After a heartbeat more, his face resolved into a determined set. He moved rapidly down the tunnel after Tazi, but the screams started soon after.
In a chamber deep beyond the counsel room that he had let the gharabs enter, the Mysterious Lurker sat behind an ornately carved stone desk. He had removed his outer robe and left it draped over a divan pushed against the side of one wall. Other than those two pieces of furniture, the room was bare of decoration. The only other item was a lone bookcase. Unlike the meeting room that was stuffed with books and scrolls, this set of shelves only contained a few pieces of parchment, but these were carefully tied up, not left as haphazardly open as the ones the strangers saw.
While he sipped from an obsidian chalice, he wondered briefly how far along in their journey the Children of Ibrandul and the strangers were. The priest shook his head and knew Ibrandul's Children would not disappoint him.
