hands.
Then a furry snout dove into his cheek. He heard the clack of teeth snapping for his eyes, and he flung himself away, squeezing his eyes tight. He stumbled onto the floor. He felt the rats scurrying beneath him, then over him, over his legs, closing their jaws in his flesh. He felt dizzy. He knew he was bleeding from countless tiny wounds, and he blindly waved his sword defiantly through the rats' midst.
But the undead came on, seething toward him in an unstoppable mass. He jerked himself up from the floor and spun, trying to shake off the rats, squeezing them in his hands until their bones snapped beneath his fingers.
Then the room spun. His head tingled with cold: not with the power of the cloak, but from the numbness of losing blood, from the physical shock of countless wounds.
He fell to the floor as he heard his friends shouting his name. But his sight went black as the rats fell upon him, and he could hear only the snapping of their teeth.
Gaye involuntarily took a step back. She could feel the immensity of the Fool's evil wash over her in a cold black wave. Her astral body stood revealed in a pale silver light.
She could still see through the eyes of the Fool's undead rats as they followed the Cloakmaster through the Tower of Thought. Then he ran into the common room and slammed the door on the vermin.
Darkness. Gaye shuddered and willed her own vision to return.
The undead master watched her, clucking his tongue almost in laughter. What have we here? he said. An impudent kender, who pretends command overpowers she knows nothing of.
Gaye searched her memory. He was a lich, she was sure, but what kind?
They circled each other slowly, warily. She reached out with her psionic senses to test his strengths and weaknesses, feeling a tickle on her skin as she realized he was doing the same to her.
She felt the blackness that permeated each cell of his body, the corruption that had laid claim to his once- human form. She could feel the enormous powers contained within him, the absence of life, the hatred for love. She focused on the pinpricks of energy that served as his eyes. They grew in her mind, until they were blazing like suns.. twin suns of cold, dark fire.
She staggered under their fury, the boiling heat of his hatred for all life, especially for the being-ship that he once commanded and now wanted dead.
… once commanded…
In a single blaze of brilliant icefire, her mindsight was open. Their senses were linked as each reached out to assess the other's power, and her mind was filled with visions of the past; she saw and felt and was the Fool Romar
— and saw the power of the ship's sting destroying cities and lands- Romar's unstoppable quest for power, spreading a path of destruction across the spheres — his fall from the captaincy, and his insatiable lust for revenge- and his transformation at the hands of gods from the darkness, from outcast to master lich Gaye gasped. A master lich!
Then she knew everything, just as the Fool had likewise absorbed all knowledge of her newly learned psionic powers.
She knew his goals.
And he knew her limitations.
From across the chamber, he laughed at her, a rasping laugh that echoed of the grave. Nothing, he said. Your powers are nothing. You are but an insect, a speck blotting my plans for revenge. He swatted a skeletal hand in the air. Her head jerked violently to the side with the impact from an invisible hand. Her cheek glowed warm where his magic had slapped her.
She lowered her head and glowered at him from under her eyebrows. Her hands lifted into the air, her fingers jutting outward in stiff, awkward positions that reflected the strict discipline of her mind. Circles of glowing power slowly formed around her hands.
A challenge… The master lich laughed. I do so love a challenge…
There is no way I will let you kill Teldin, she replied tele-pathically. Bolts of blue energy erupted from her hands and hit the master lich squarely in the chest. He stumbled back and stared at her with his piercing eyes. They narrowed in focus. Without warning, a powerful force slammed into her and threw her into a wall.
She gasped for breath as her shoulders rang with the impact. The lich's fingers glowed with yellow energy. She crossed her wrists in front of her. A flare of power flew toward her from the lich's fingers, only to be dispersed by a sudden shield of psionic force shimmering around her like a diamond.
The Fool laughed hollowly. Good. That's very good.
Then she was bombarded by cold winds that sang from the lich's throat. She was pummeled by crackling balls of power that flickered soundlessly from the lich's eyes. She was struck by bolts of black energy that seemed to absorb the light. Her psionic shield wavered unsteadily, shimmering dully as it was weakened by the Fool's assault.
She raised her arms high. The air in the chamber began to swirl, forming a tornado of bones and black smoke that surrounded the Fool and sent him spinning.
Over it all, the Fool laughed.
The wind stopped upon a single gesture of his bony hand. His eyes burned red, and Gaye's body jerked suddenly, under his mental control. He opened his arms wide for her, and she jerked forward like a puppet. Through her psionics, she felt his plans for her, the delicious taste of her death at his hands, and his scheme for her long undeath under his command.. She concentrated and bolstered her psionic strength and regained control of her fingers. 'Mental discipline is enhanced by physical discipline,' the fal One Six Nine had told her. 'The proper positions of your body will complement and increase the focusing of your mind.'
She crooked her fingers in complicated configurations. There! Her right arm was free.
She took another step forward, toward the Fool and his deadly embrace. She held her arm up and thrust out with her mind.
The Fool suddenly staggered back under a psionic blow that exploded against him with incredible force.
Gaye was free.
She gasped for breath. The Fool was far stronger, more practiced, than she. Gaye knew she could not stop him, not now, as weak as she was; perhaps she could stun him momentarily, just long enough to escape his lair and somehow help Teldin…
The Fool bellowed with anger. His howl echoed through the warrens like the wail of the wind. He kneeled and raised his arms high above his head and called out, Ygsykhan! Turol-labak! Hear me!
Gaye focused and realized what she had to do. She drew a deep breath and tapped all the psychic energies she had left. She felt the energies swirling within her, flickering through her veins like fire.
The Fool stood up. He waved his hands above his head in an intricate pattern. Black smoke curled around his feet, spreading its deadly tendrils toward Gaye.
She screamed in her mind. The power coursed through her like holy fire, and the chamber was seared with the unyielding white light of a nova, coursing, pulsing from her flesh in a fountain of energy.
The Fool staggered back and collided with the wall. She felt the chamber instantly cleansed of his foul evil and felt the Fool's consciousness dwindling away in the purifying light of her soul.
She knew he would revive in just a few seconds. She drew back her energies and focused once more. Slowly, a stasis bubble formed around the Fool, a hindrance just powerful enough to slow time within the bubble, enough to afford Gaye time to escape.
She sagged, exhausted, but knew she had to go on. With her remaining energies, she visualized the deadly vermin attacking the Tower of Thought. Teldin, she called weakly, Teldin…
Her astral form faded away, swirling into a glowing, green miasma.
The bones of an undead rat were shattered beneath Teldin's pounding fist. Their teeth dug into his sides, his arms, his legs.
Blood ran copiously from tiny, ragged wounds, and still the rats came on, swarming over him, piercing his skin, seeking the hot taste of living blood.
He fought them, ripping them away like leeches, then he realized that they were no longer attacking. In his mindless rage, he had thrown off at least twenty rats that had simply ceased to move, to attack. He tried to stand and felt dizzy, but most of the rats that had scrambled upon his body fell off dazedly, moving sluggishly, yet without
