strength. In truth, he doesn't want to have to fight them at all. He would much rather let the ravages of disease take their toll, and Chondath can arrive with healing magic and save the day, allowing Reth to return to the fold, where it rightly belongs.'
Kovrim listened to the man's cryptic words, not understanding them, but not really thinking about them, either. It was the stranger's voice that captivated him. It was vaguely familiar, someone he had known, many years ago. But he couldn't quite place it.
'Of course,' the man continued, 'my cousin must make certain that Chondath is not seen as having released the plague itself. That's everyone's worst fear, that Shining Arrabar will bring the Rotting Plague back. So he developed a plan. The plague would come from elsewhere, and he would be seen as a savior rather than a devil. And who better to release the plague upon a hated city than the druids of the Emerald Enclave? When they begin to track the zombies' origins and head down into the sewers, they will find the bodies of two promising young wood folk who both gave their lives so that the 'hated city folk' could be devoured in disease.'
At last, the man turned to face Kovrim, holding a small alembic, which contained a thick, yellow substance. He approached where the old priest lay, holding the alembic well away from himself. 'It was a long plan, a slow one, and one that I didn't have much say in,' the man said. 'But then, that's always the way my cousin operated, so I guess I should feel fortunate that I was included at all.'
Kovrim wanted to scream, not because the man was about to pour the thick, sludgy substance onto his face- that in and of itself was too horrible to contemplate. No, the old priest's anxiety reached a fever pitch because he remembered the face, knew the man.
Slowly, as the man let a bit of the disease-ridden pus slide out of the alembic and dribble around Kovrim's mouth and nose, he lost his faculties, his mind seeking shelter by receding from consciousness.
Rodolpho Wianar finished the application of the disease to the priest and smiled.
CHAPTER 18
Emriana held her breath, trying to hold perfectly still. It was hard, hanging as she was with her knees drawn up and hooked over a timber and her torso folded in half, both hands clinging to that same beam along either side of her knees. She would have pulled herself up the rest of the way and found a more comfortable perch, but there hadn't been time. She felt very undignified with her rear end jutting downward like that.
Below the girl, a lone guard stood in the midst of the room, his head canted slightly to one side as though listening. One hand rested on the hilt of his short sword while the other gripped the scabbard. Emriana knew that any movement on her part would disturb the dust coating the top of the beam, causing it to sift downward-right on top of the man below her.
'Anyone there?' the guard called out, uncertain, craning his neck to peer into the shadows of the library. There was no answer, of course, because when Emriana and Pilos had entered the chamber to flee the guard and his companions, it had been perfectly dark.
Which is why I managed to bump into a shelf and knock over a whole stack of books, Emriana recalled. Oh yes, Emriana Matrell, you are a first-class sneak, she silently taunted herself.
She wanted to throw up from fear.
From the shadows beyond the guard's torch, there was a slight scuffling sound.
'Who's there!' the guard demanded, more forcefully.
A cat appeared, its eyes reflecting the torchlight, a mouse caught in its teeth. It let out a low growl as if to warn the human away from its meal, then slunk back into the shadows.
The guard snorted and his shoulders sagged, obviously relieved. 'Stupid cat,' he mumbled, turning to go. 'Scared the demons out of me.' He stomped out of the library, pulling the door shut behind him, leaving Emriana in blessed darkness. She heard the click of a lock turning, and all was quiet.
The girl sighed in relief and thanked Tymora for the luck of a cat. She then eased herself back down from the timbers in the ceiling, dropping to the floor. She began smoothing her dress in the darkness, knocking the dust from it, just as Pilos reappeared, dispatching himself from the nearby wall. His pendant still shone with a soft, pearlescent light. The glow had vanished when the guard had first interrupted them and the young priest had magically melted into the wall. The way in which he had done that fascinated Emriana.
'I need to cast spells like that,' she muttered as the young man moved beside her. 'I bet you were a lot more comfortable in there than I was hanging half upside down.'
Pilos grinned. 'You looked like you were having fun,' he said wryly. 'I thought for a moment that his torch was going to scorch your backside.'
Emriana groaned at the possibility. 'I guess it's a good thing the ceiling's so high,' she remarked.
'Or that he was so short,' the young man came back.
Emriana chuckled then took a deep breath. Her heart was still pounding. 'Where are we?' When she saw the glint in her counterpart's eye, she added, 'And don't say a library. You know what I mean-how close are we?'
Pilos paused with his mouth open then nodded as he let his grin fade. 'Close,' he said. 'We're at the right depth, at any rate.'
'Why would there be a library down here, so far below the surface?' Emriana wondered aloud.
'Maybe the guards in the prison get bored and need something to read,' Pilos quipped. Emriana shot him a glare. 'I'm sorry,' he said, straightening his features once more. 'I'm very nervous. I tend to joke when I feel that way.'
'It's all right,' the girl said, understanding all too well how he felt. 'But it won't be very funny if we get caught.'
'I know' he said, and she could sense that his seriousness had returned. 'Truthfully, if Lord Wianar is as powerful a wizard as the rest of Chondath fears, the Generon is probably loaded with libraries, all filled with spellbooks.'
Emriana had been about to reach for one of the musty tomes on the closest shelf, but upon hearing the priest's comment, she jerked her hand away.
No telling what magical traps are laid on these books, she thought.
Turning back toward the man accompanying her, Emriana said, 'We're running out of time. Let's see about getting that door opened.'
Together, they moved toward the portal that led back out into the hallway from which they had arrived. While Pilos held his pendant close, Emriana examined the latch. She slipped one of her enchanted throwing daggers free of the place where she had secreted it in the small of her back and went to work. With a few subtle twists of her wrist, the blade of the dagger manipulated the latch perfectly, and there was a faint click as the catch released.
Emriana motioned for stillness; then she pulled the door open just a crack and listened. All was silent and nearly dark in the hallway beyond. She put her eye to the crack and peered about, but there seemed to be no one there. Carefully, she pulled the door open a little more and stuck her head out. The passage was indeed empty, dimly lit by flickering torches spaced at distant intervals.
'Let's go,' she whispered to Pilos, and as one, they slipped out of the library. Emriana pulled the door shut behind them.
As Emriana followed the route Pilos had divined was the correct one, she studied the walls. The architecture was familiar, and she realized that she had seen its like when she had used the scrying crystal to locate Xaphira's possessions. That revelation both soothed and frightened her.
On the one hand, it means we're getting close to the prison, she thought, listening for sounds of others. On the other hand, it means we're getting close to the prison guards.
The pair of interlopers reached an intersection, and Emriana turned to Pilos expectantly. The young priest scratched his head, frowning, and he shrugged.
Emriana groaned. Pilos's spells had proven quite useful to that point, but without another divination of some sort, they could become lost, wandering aimlessly through the bowels of the Generon. But standing in the open while he cast another augury was risky. She was just about to whisper a suggestion that they retreat to the library and perform the divination there when sudden motion caught her eye.
