Jack shrugged and did as Yu Wei suggested. He stepped close and murmured the words to his passage spell, reaching out to caress the cold stone of the sphere-shaped surface. For a long moment he felt nothing. Then, abruptly, a streamer of emerald energy caressed him, dancing up from some wellspring far below his feet and winding left and right to stay in contact with him, no matter where he went. He gasped in shock and opened his eyes to look on the spiraling magic with his human vision. He saw nothing at first, although he could still feel it nearby. Then he realized that Yu Wei stared silently at something in front of them.
In the center of the stone sphere, beneath Jack's hand, a blot of darkness edged in green-glowing magic had appeared. Emerald energy whirled and darted around the aperture, which rapidly widened to fill the blank stone between the dragon's claws.
'Jack, you opened it!' said Illyth. She hugged her arms around her shoulders, excited despite the circumstances.
'Indeed,' said Yu Wei. The wizened sorcerer turned to the Warlord. 'My lady, we should make haste. The aperture may not remain open for long.'
Jack simply gaped. He hadn't even finished the spell… or so he thought. Could he have cast a spell without even realizing it, simply by concentrating on the feel of magic from the floor beneath his feet? What else might happen if he tried to channel the power he could sense?
'Excellent!' said Myrkyssa Jelan.
She checked her arms and armor, then joined them by the doorway. The others in her party-drow swordsman, Shar priestess, Tuigan warrior, and the others-followed quickly. Jelan looked at Hathmar and inclined her head; without hesitation the drow ducked into the dark opening, scouting the path ahead. 'Now we shall see what the dwarves chose to conceal.'
'So where does it go?' Jack asked.
'Down to the deeps,' Yu Wei answered. 'My divinations show a-'
'Silence!' hissed Jelan. She pointed at the stairwell behind them. A flicker of yellow light danced on the walls. She doused her own light. 'Everybody, through the door! Someone is following us!'
Jelan glanced at the dark doorway, then took Jack by the elbow and guided him toward a deep niche in the wall guarded by a mighty stone statue of an armored dwarf.
'Go ahead!' she told her mercenaries. 'I want to see who follows, but we'll withdraw as soon as we know. Jack, you will stay silent or Illyth suffers.'
Yu Wei and the others ducked through the archway in the shadows beneath the dragon claws, carrying Illyth away with them. At the rear of the hall, yellow light grew brighter, closer, in the circling stairwell descending from the halls above. A sudden clatter echoed from the antechamber, and the glimmer of light flickered and flared wildly. Jack leaned forward, watching carefully now. Footsteps clattered on the stairs above, followed by the ringing of steel and distant cries of distress. A voice cried out in pain, another shrieked words of magic, and then something inhuman roared in challenge, a deep-throated growl that echoed throughout the entire room.
Jelan snorted softly beside him. 'Be ready to move when I command,' she said. 'Someone is about to bring their battle into our presence, and I deem it wise to abandon the vicinity before we are caught up in an argument that isn't ours.''
The archway in the opposite wall filled with yellow light and motion as several figures clattered down the last of the spiraling stairs in the antechamber and retreated out into the floor of the great hall. Marcus and Ashwillow, at the head of a handful of city soldiers, turned to face whatever it was that pursued them.
Out of the dark shaft in the adjoining chamber, six gray shapes suddenly dropped, with great leathery wings snapping out to break their plunge. They were about the size and shape of a man, but so heavy and powerful that the flagstones at the bottom of the shaft cracked under the impact of their descent. With roars of battle rage, the creatures surged out of the bottom of the well and assaulted the Hawk Knights and their soldiers.
Blades flashed and steel rang as the knight slashed out at his attackers. One recoiled, cradling a mangled arm and hissing in pain, but two others pummeled Marcus to the ground with blows powerful enough to powder stone. Ashwillow barked out a magical word and sent a jet of scorching blue flame into the middle of the pack. The creatures-some kind of gargoyles, Jack guessed-were driven back for a moment. Two soldiers seized Marcus by the arms and dragged him up, retreating from their assailants.
'That's enough,' Jelan snarled. 'Come on. We'll leave these fools to their fate.'
Jack cringed. Marcus and Ashwillow certainly wished him no good and it might solve some problems later if they met their doom in Sarbreen today. Still he begrudged no one a chance to escape a grisly death at the claws of a flight of gargoyles.
Jack took one more look at the fight across the great room. The creatures had already recovered from Ashwillow's fiery attack, ignoring the patches of black, cracked hide that smoked across their broad backs and massive wings. With cries of rage, they took to the air, streaking across the vast space of the dwarven greathall like catapult stones in flight. The rogue ducked into the open passage and found a long tunnel lined with cool, smooth stone that gleamed in the reflected light. Yu Wei, Illyth, and the others waited thirty yards down the tunnel.
A moment later, Jelan darted into the passage behind Jack. 'Move quickly,' she called ahead. 'We are pursued.'
Three of the powerful gargoyles appeared in the darkness behind them, screeching with rage. They hurled themselves forward, crowding the small passageway and scrabbling past each other to reach Jelan first. The Warlord cast one cool glance over her shoulder and picked up her pace, keeping safely ahead of the flight. Jack decided to do the same. The passageway behind the sphere ran for almost a hundred yards, as straight as an arrow, before opening up on a tall, narrow cavern cleft by a great crevasse. The Warlord's party was trapped on a wide ledge, unable to flee any farther. Wind howled up from below, a roaring blast of air that rumbled and echoed in the cavern like the thunder of a nearby waterfall.
Illyth plucked at Jack's sleeve and pointed. 'Look!' A round stone platform floated in midair in the center of the crevasse, level with the floor on which they stood. A wooden dock or landing extended out over the abyss to meet the edge of the stone platform.
Jack moved over to peer over the edge. As far as he could see, the crevasse plummeted down into the dark. He raised an arm to shield his eyes and blinked in astonishment.
'What is this place?' he shouted.
'The road to our goal,' Jelan replied. She turned and drew her blade, preparing to defend the mouth of the passageway against the pursuing monsters. Tenghar and Hathmar joined her, forming a hedge of steel to seal the tunnel's exit. The gargoyles were almost upon them. 'Yu Wei! Bar their passage!'
The Shou sorcerer inclined his head and raised his hands, muttering words and weaving his fingers. Golden flames suddenly exploded from the stone floor to fill the tunnel behind them, creating a sheet of leaping death that sealed the tunnel mouth completely. Jack could feel a small warmth on his face and hands, no stronger than sunlight on a clear day, but the heat must have been far more intense on the opposite side of the fire barrier; the gargoyles bayed in misery and retreated, shielding their faces with their great dark wings.
'The wall will hold them for a quarter hour!' Yu Wei cried. 'After that, the monsters will be free to pass!'
'Well done,' the Warlord said. 'That will do for now. Turn your attention to the platform and determine how it operates. We will keep watch.'
They waited a few minutes, buffeted by the winds, the scorching heat of the wizard's shield defending them from the gargoyles in the tunnel. Yu Wei muttered and mumbled, inspecting the floating platform.
At length he stepped back and said, 'I believe I understand the device, Warlord, but it may be prudent to test it first in order to make sure that I have mastered the enchantment.'
'I trust you implicitly, and we do not have much time,' Jelan replied. She brushed by the sorcerer and jumped across to the stone platform as if she had absolute confidence in the precarious engine. It bobbed a little under her weight but remained stable. 'Come on, then, everybody aboard. Jack, you stay close by me,' she said. 'I want you where I can keep an eye on you.'
'I am completely trustworthy,' Jack protested.
He followed Jelan and tried not to think about just how much of a drop might wait under his feet. He gave his hand to Illyth and helped her onto the platform, then moved aside to make room for the rest of Jelan's picked warriors.
'Nevertheless,' Jelan said. 'Trouble follows you like gulls following a fisherman's dory.' She turned to face
