Chapter 35
As Trap was whisked through the hidden door and into the outlying passage of Digondamaar, he smiled up at the wizard.
'Hello, my name is Trapspringer Fargo,' he held out his hand but he was moving too fast for the wizard to take it. 'I appreciate being saved from the goblins, but did you have to move us so fast? I would have liked to take a look at the secret door.' He had to turn his head to look back at the wizard. Behind him the last of the dwarves rushed through the doorway. The grinding began again as the door closed.
The involuntary movement of his feet stopped and he nearly fell over. Ahead of him Halmarain and the gully dwarves staggered. Beglug danced sideways on his tiny hoofed feet and fell against the wall, scraping his hand. He whined and licked at the abrasion.
The kender could see the others in the light that emanated from the wizard. He seemed to be enveloped in a glow that lit the entire passage.
He strode past the dwarves, who were alternately looking at the walls of the passage and giving wary attention to their glowing and magical host. The wizard was more interesting than the walls, the kender thought. The floor, ceiling and walls were as smooth and even as if they had been cut with a knife, but one spot looked just like any other. The name of the delving in the dwarvish tongue meant golden halls, but there was no evidence of gold.
Chalmis Rosterig attempted to pass Ripple. She stepped into his path, and like her brother, she held out her hand.
'I'm Ripple Fargo, and I'm pleased to meet you,' she thrust her hand into his, so he could not ignore her. 'Are all wizards so small?' she asked him, oblivious to the frown her remark brought out. 'If it's a requirement for the art, maybe I could become a wizard. I'd love to study books and learn spells and do magic. Can you make fireworks?'
'Kender!' The word burst out of Chalmis in an explosion of sound. 'That's all I need-kender.'
'Oh yes, we can be really helpful if you give us a chance,' Trap agreed, padng the rapid steps of the wizard on the right while Ripple walked on his left. 'We tried to help Orander, but he went through a portal and we weren't able to do much, but if you'll bring him back- though he may not want to return if he likes it over there-and that would be a shame, because Halmarain said he would do magic for us. Is that pendant magic? It certainly is beautiful. Can I touch it?' He reached toward the jewel that hung from a chain and laid on the wizard's chest.
Chalmis pushed the kender's hand away as he turned to look back over his shoulder.
'Come along!' he shouted at the dwarves. 'If not you'll be left in the dark. You don't want to meet what crawls through these tunnels when the lights are out.'
While the dwarves hurried to catch up, Halmarain caught Beglug's arm and rushed him down the passage just ahead of the white wizard. Umpth and Grod, Umpth still rolling the wheel, trotted along just behind Halmarain and the little fiend.
Behind them they could hear a faint thudding as the humanoids apparently tried to open the secret door. Ahead they could see torchlight. The glow that surrounded the wizard died away as they reached a chamber that was lit with torches set in wall sconces.
'Wow, this is more like it,' Trap said as he looked around. In the light of the torches he could see what appeared to be golden drawings on the wall. Even to his limited knowledge of metal working, it was apparent that refined gold had been used to fill grooves in the stone. The drawings were hardly more than sketches, yet finely detailed. Several colors of gold had been used, and in the light of the torches, the tints of green, red and yellow gave a hint of color to the drawings.
The chamber had obviously been created as a dining hall. More than fifty tables and benches, also of stone, sat in long rows. Several had been broken; the slabs that had been seats and tabletops leaned askew, but most were still intact.
When they were all in the room, Chalmis stopped and glared at them, his glance lingering longest on Beglug.
'Why have you come here, bringing those foul creatures in your wake and disturbing my solitude?' The wizard thundered. He pointed his finger back in the direction they had come when he spoke of foul creatures, obviously meaning the goblins. The gully dwarves, who still clutched their blankets around their shoulders, thought it safest to take shelter behind the kender. Beglug snarled and swiped at the wizard with a clawed hand.
Chalmis Rosterig pointed a finger at the merchesti and muttered under his breath. Beglug was frozen on the spot.
'Now answer my question!' Chalmis ordered.
The wizard's question brought out a deluge of explanations and excuses, questions and comments. Everyone seemed to be pointing at Trap as Halmarain rattled off a full account of Orander's attempt to travel between planes and the result of the kender's drastic intervention. The dwarves had not accepted the idea that a mere gully dwarf could have picked their pockets. They were loudly blaming the kender for the theft of the Map of Secret Lore, as they called the necklace.
Trap himself was explaining that he neither stole the necklace nor intentionally interrupted Orander's spell, and he certainly wanted Orander to return from the other world so he could discuss with him the problems with the magic rings. Ripple was renewing her request to study magic, and in the meantime, could Chalmis please do some fireworks? She really wanted to see some. The gully dwarves, their fright temporary, were discussing all these people interrupting each other, which the kender had told them was rude and inconsiderate.
'My, you have a loud voice,' Trap said. 'Can you teach me how to roar? It would be great. I could sneak up behind people very quietly-I wouldn't want to roar all the time, of course, but-'
'I'll turn you into a frog, and that will stop your chatter,' Chalmis warned.
'Will you really?' Ripple taunted, suddenly angry. 'That's what Halmarain said, but she couldn't do it.'
'But Master Chalmis can, so you'd better watch your manners,' the little wizard warned.
'One thing at a time,' Chalmis spoke in a lower tone. 'If I'm going to have any peace, who took the lore map from the dwarves? Give it back.'
'They got,' Grod said.
'Then your problem is solved so we don't need to hear anymore about it,' the white wizard told the dwarves. 'Now what is this about the merchesti, Orander, and the plane of Vasmarg? And know, little red-robe, I have no truck with those outside my order.'
Halmarain answered with a humility that surprised the kender.
'I understand, Master Chalmis, but we are in dire need and beg your assistance-not only for ourselves and Orander-our entire world could be affected.'
She went through the story again, this time putting less emphasis on the fault of the kender and more on the danger of Beglug's parent entering the world, or of Beglug growing up on Krynn. She was clearly bent on rescuing Orander if he were still alive. She raised imploring eyes to the master wizard.
'And I believe others know of Beglug and the gate stone the kender carries.'
She described Jaerume Kaldre and told Master Chalmis she thought he was one of the undead.
Chalmis Rosterig listened with steadily lowering brows. The last bit of information seemed to affect the white wizard more profoundly than the rest.
Halmarain went on to describe the kidnapping of Ripple and Beglug. 'Since the kobolds were careful not to injure them, but traveled as fast as they could in this direction, I suspect they were under instructions to take them to Pey.' She paused expectantly.
'To Draaddis Vulter,' Chalmis announced on cue, his face darkening in anger. 'He came to mind when you mentioned the undead. I wish I could believe the Dark Queen was not behind this, but that would be too much to hope for.'
'I didn't know any of that,' Trap spoke up. 'You didn't tell us. That wasn't fair. The trip would have been much more interesting if we had known that Takhisis was after us. Do you think she might come here? I'd love to see a dragon.'
'Why do you think I've been fighting to get to Master Chalmis?' the tiny female rounded on the kender 'Did you think I fussed and fought through the entire journey because I enjoyed it?'
