jutted forward, his lips tightened. His father, if he had seen him, would not have known this small, resolute person for his son.
'We'll leave the big things to the others,' Tas announced finally. 'They've got Tanis and Sturm and Goldmoon. They'll manage. We'll do the small thing, even if it doesn't seem very important. We're going to rescue Sestun.'
13
Questions. No answers. Fizban's hat
'I heard something, Tanis, and I went to investigate,' Eben said, his mouth set in a firm line. 'I looked outside the cell door I was guarding and I saw a draconian crouched there, listening. I crept out and got it in a choke hold, then a second one jumped me. I knifed it, then took off after the first. I caught it and knocked it out, then decided I better get back here.'
The companions had returned to the cells to find both Gilthanas and Eben waiting for them. Tanis had Maritta keep the women busy in a far corner while he questioned the two about their absence. Eben's story appeared true-Tanis had seen the bodies of the draconians as he returned to the prison-and Eben had certainly been in a fight. His clothes were torn, blood trickled from a cut on his cheek.
Tika got a relatively clean cloth from one of the women and began washing the cut. 'He saved our lives, Tanis,' she snapped. 'I'd think you'd be grateful, instead of glaring at him as if he'd stabbed your best friend.'
'No, Tika,' Eben said gently. 'Tanis has a right to ask. It did look suspicious, I admit. But I have nothing to hide.' Catching hold of her hand, he kissed her fingertips. Tika flushed and dipped the cloth in water, raising it to his cheek again. Caramon, watching, scowled.
'What about you, Gilthanas?' the warrior asked abruptly. 'Why did you leave?'
'Do not question me,' the elf said sullenly. 'You don't want to know.'
'Know what?' Tanis said sternly. 'Why did you leave?'
'Leave him alone!' Laurana cried, going to her brother's side.
Gilthanas's almond-eyes flashed as he glanced at them; his face was drawn and pale.
'This is important, Laurana,' Tanis said. 'Where did you go, Gilthanas?'
'Remember-I warned you.' Gilthanas's eyes shifted to Raistlin. 'I returned to see if our mage was really as exhausted as he said. He must not have been. He was gone.'
Caramon stood up, his fists clenched, his face distorted with anger. Sturm grabbed hold of him and shoved him backwards as Riverwind stepped in front of Gilthanas.
'All have a right to speak and all have a right to respond in their own defense,' the Plainsman said in his deep voice. 'The elf has spoken. Let us hear from your brother.'
'Why should I speak?' Raistlin whispered harshly, his voice soft and lethal with hatred. 'None of you trusts me, so why should you believe me? I refuse to answer, and you may think as you choose. If you believe I am a traitor-kill me now! I will not stop you-' He began to cough.
'You'll have to kill me, too,' Caramon said in a choked voice. He led his brother back to his bed.
Tanis felt sick.
'Double watches all night. No, not you, Eben. Sturm, you and Flint first, Riverwind and I'll take second.' Tanis slumped down on the floor, his head on his arms. We've been betrayed, he thought. One of those three is a traitor and has been all along. The guards might come at any moment. Or perhaps Verminaard was more subtle, some trap to catch us all…
Then Tanis saw it all with sickening clarity. Of course! Verminaard would use the revolt as an excuse to kill the hostages and the cleric. He could always get more slaves, who would have a horrible example before their eyes of what happened to those who disobeyed him. This plan-Gilthanas's plan-played right into his hands!
We should abandon it, Tanis thought wildly, then he forced himself to calm down. No, the people were too excited. Following Elistan's miraculous healing and his announced determination to study these ancient gods, the people had hope. They believed that the gods had truly come back to them. But Tanis had seen the other Highseekers look at Elistan jealously. He knew that, though they made a show of supporting the new leader, given time they would try and subvert him. Perhaps, even now, they were moving among the people, spreading doubt.
If we backed out now, they'd never trust us again, Tanis thought. We must go ahead-no matter how great the risk. Besides, perhaps he was wrong. Maybe there was no traitor. Hoping, he fell into a fitful sleep.
The night passed in silence.
Dawn filtered through the gaping hole in the tower of the fortress. Tas blinked, then sat up, rubbing his eyes, wondering for a moment where he was. I'm in a big room, he thought, staring up at a high ceiling that had a hole cut in it to allow the dragon access to the outside. There are two other doors, besides the one Fizban and I came through last night.
Fizban! The dragon!
Tas groaned, remembering. He hadn't meant to fall asleep! He and Fizban had only been waiting until the dragon slept to rescue Sestun. Now it was morning! Perhaps it was too late! Fearfully the kender crept to the balcony and peered over the edge. No! He sighed in relief. The dragon was asleep. Sestun slept, too, worn out with fear.
Now was their chance! Tasslehoff crawled back to the mage.
'Old One!' he whispered. 'Wake up!' He shook him.
'What? Who? Fire?' The mage sat up, peering around blearily. 'Where? Run for the exits!'
'No, not a fire.' Tas sighed. 'It's morning. Here's your hat-' He handed it to the magician who was groping around, searching for it. 'What happened to the puffball light?'
'Humpf!' Fizban sniffed. 'I sent it back. Kept me awake, shining in my eyes.'
'We were supposed to stay awake, remember?' Tas said in exasperation. 'Rescue Sestun from the dragon?'
'How were we going to do that?' Fizban asked eagerly.
'You were the one with the plan!'
'I was? Dear, dear.' The old magician blinked. 'Was it a good one?'
'You didn't tell me!' Tas nearly shouted, then he calmed down. 'All you said was that we had to rescue Sestun before breakfast, because gully dwarf might start looking more appetizing to a dragon who hadn't eaten in twelve hours.'
'Makes sense,' Fizban conceded. 'Are you sure I said it?'
'Look,' said Tasslehoff patiently, 'all we really need is a long rope to throw down to him. Can't you magic that up?'
'Rope!' Fizban glared at him. 'As if I'd stoop so low! That is an insult to one of my skill. Help me stand.'
Tas helped the mage stand. 'I didn't mean to insult you,' the kender said, 'and I know there's nothing fancy about rope and you are very skilled… It's just that-oh, all right!' Tas gestured toward the balcony. 'Go ahead. I just hope we all survive,' he muttered under his breath.
'I won't let you down-or Sestun either, for that matter,' Fizban promised, beaming. The two peeked over the balcony. Everything was as before. Sestun lay in a corner. The dragon slept soundly. Fizban closed his eyes. Concentrating, he murmured eerie words, then stretched his thin hand through the railing of the balcony and began to make a lifting motion.
Tasslehoff, watching, felt his heart fly up in his throat. 'Stop!' he gurgled. 'You've got the wrong one!'
Fizban's eyes flew open to see the red dragon, Pyros, slowly rising off the floor, his body still curled in sleep. 'Oh, dear!' the magician gasped and, quickly saying different words, he reversed the spell, lowering the dragon to the ground. 'Missed my aim,' the mage said. 'Now I'm zeroed in. Let's try again.'
Tas heard the eerie words again. This time Sestun began to rise off the floor and, breath by breath, came level with the balcony. Fizban's face grew red with exertion.
