Crypt of the Shadowking

'That's a goblin, all right,' Caledan said. He had seen enough of the foul, twisted creatures in his lifetime to recognize that, given a little hairy, warty flesh, this skull would suit a goblin quite well.

'You don't suppose these are some of the goblins that killed Talek Talembar?' Estah asked.

'It's possible,' Caledan mused. 'But even if they were, I'm at a loss for how that could help us.'

'Give me the skull,' Morhion said. Caledan looked at the mage questioningly, but handed over the goblin skull.

'What are you going to do with it?' Mari asked.

'I'm going to speak with it,' Morhion replied.

'No offense, Morhion,' Ferret said, 'but I've found that you tend to have more luck interrogating subjects when they're a little, er, fresher than this. I think you're a few centuries too late with this fellow.'

'We shall see,' the mage replied. He set the skull on a flat stone along with several items he drew from the small, mysterious pouch he always kept hidden in a fold of his robe: a bit of silver thread, a small chunk of yellow sulfur, and six pomegranate seeds. He held his hand over the skull and spoke several guttural words in the tongue of magic. The items the mage had set on the rock flared brightly with a deep purple light, then suddenly they dimmed and vanished. Mari gasped in shock, but before she could say anything a rough voice interrupted her.

It was the skull.

'Leave me alone, you bloody mage!' it said in an eerie voice.

The companions stared at the goblin skull in astonishment. It had not moved when it spoke, but Mari had no doubt that the voice had issued from the weathered skull. It was the dead goblin speaking.

'You must first answer my questions,' Morhion said firmly.

'Garn, but I won't do it,' the skull snarled. 'Now go away, nasty wizard.'

'I shall scatter your bones to the four winds,' the mage said in a voice that sent chills up Man's back. 'I shall let the buzzards peck at them, and you shall feel every moment of their desecration as an eternal agony.'

'Oh, I'm scared, I am now,' the skull said sarcastically. 'You think I 'aven't already been desecrated? My mates made chow of me; it can't get any bloody worse than that.'

'He has a point there,' Caledan murmured to the others.

'Now put me back in the ground,' the goblin skull whined.

'The wall that leads into the nether world of the dead is no barrier to my magic,' Morhion said darkly. 'I can cause such agony to your soul as you never dreamed of in life.'

'You wouldn't dare!' the skull shrieked.

'Do goblins even have souls?' Mari whispered to Tyveris.

'I'm not sure,' the loremaster whispered back. 'It's an interesting theological question. If they do have souls, they've got to be awfully wretched, warty ones.'

'Try me,' Morhion said to the dead goblin, his eyes glittering.

'All right, all right, I'll talk,' the skull whimpered. 'But you got to promise you'll put me back in the ground.'

'It will be done,' the mage said. 'Now tell me this: how did you come to be here?'

'I told you, my mates gnawed on my bones.'

'Before that,' Morhion said angrily.

'Oh,' the skull said. It paused a moment, apparently thinking. 'It all started when that shadowy man killed my tribe's chief. Now, no one 'as a right to do that. It's every tribe's privilege to murder its own chief. Why, what sort o' tribe is it, if you can't slit your leader's throat when you get tired of listening to 'im?'

'Stick to the story,' Morhion warned.

'All right, don't get touchy,' the goblin skull said in a hurt tone. 'This shadowy man, he came from some place far off, but that weren't no excuse for sticking a sword in our chief. Me and some of the boys snuck up on 'im and put an arrow in 'im right neat. Taught 'im a lesson, we did. But when we got back to tell the rest o' the tribe what we done, we got a nasty surprise. Оl' Glok, he thought he should be chief now, but he knew we would just as soon tear 'is guts out. So's Glok laid an ambush for us. We beat him, only all that got kilt were et at the victory feast.'

'Like you?' Morhion asked.

'Don't remind me!' the skull exclaimed.

'One more question.'

'This 'ad better be it.'

'What did you do with this 'shadowy man' after you put the arrow in him?'

'We shoved shadowy man in a hole, you know, to let 'im age a while before we et 'im. 'Twas in the west end of the valley. There's a ravine there, good for ambushin' travelers and slittin' their throats. We stuffed shadowy man in a cave up top o' the cliff. But Glok saw to it we never got to go back for 'im. I suppose he's still there, though I don't know what good he'd do you. I bet 'is bones ain't much good for gnawin' on by now.'

'I suppose you're right,' Morhion said. 'I thank you for your help.'

'I didn't do it 'cause I liked you, blasted wizard!' the goblin skull barked. Morhion murmured a few arcane words as he sprinkled a handful of ashes over the skull. As they fell, the ashes spiraled about the skull, glowing until they were transformed into a swirling purple mist.

'Hey!' the goblin cried indignantly. 'Wot's all thi-'

Abruptly the skull was silent. The purple mist faded, leaving no trace of the ashes. Tyveris muttered a final prayer.

'I know he's just a goblin,' he explained in answer to the curious looks the others gave him. 'But he did help us.'

The companions quickly reburied the goblin skull and bones, then mounted, setting off west across the valley. Excitement surged through their veins. Talembar's tomb was almost within their grasp.

The rumbling of thunder grew louder as they rode past the countless barrows. Even though it was early afternoon the air was as gloomy as twilight. After a half-league the valley narrowed, leading into a steep, rocky wash. The hills rose up more and more sharply to either side until they became sheer sandstone cliffs.

'This has to be the ravine the goblin spoke of,' Caledan said. They guided their mounts carefully over the loose jumble of talus at the foot of the cliffs. 'Where do you suppose the cave is?'

'From the goblin's words, I'd say at the far western end of the ravine, at the top of the cliff,' Morhion replied.

'I'll go scout it out,' Ferret said, urging his horse ahead He disappeared around a curve in the ravine, but came galloping back scant minutes later.

'You'll break that horse's legs riding on these rocks like that,' Tyveris said with a scowl.

'I'm sorry, but I thought you all might be interested to hear this,' the thief said, scratching his stubbly chin nervously.

'What is it, Ferret?' Mari asked.

'From around the corner you can see the end of the ravine,' Ferret told them. The weaselly man swallowed hard 'I caught a glimpse of an old friend of ours on the cliff top.”

'An old friend?' Caledan asked dubiously. The thief nodded. 'The shadevar.'

Sixteen

As a booming peal of thunder rent the clouds, and the first chill drops of rain came pouring down, the companions and their horses huddled by the sheer sandstone cliff on one side of the ravine. A shallow rock overhang gave them scant shelter against the cold, driving rain. Jagged streaks of lightning lit the sky, each followed by the rolling crash of thunder.

'All right,' Caledan told the others grimly. 'We're going to have to face the shadevar sometime. It might as well be a time and place of our choosing.'

The companions nodded in agreement. 'We know this thing can survive dagger wounds, crossbow bolts, and being buried alive,' Caledan went on. 'But this ravine gives me an idea I think is at least worth a try. I'm going to