A vast temple stood at the far end of the cave, a temple shaped like the egg of a titanic spider. Beside the temple doors, two drow blew upon huge horns. A thin, exquisite drow priestess came strolling from the temple, her naked body smeared with runes painted in sacrificial blood. A dozen priestesses followed her, accompanied by loping centaur creatures that were part drow and part spider. Perhaps a hundred drow gathered at the temple steps, screaming out a hideous hymn to their goddess.
Staring out over the struggling slaves, Jus felt Escalla’slittle hand upon his arm. “There! It’s a faerie!”
Escalla pointed across the valley. Flying from the temple came a tiny shape, a faerie masked and robed in white. Jus took one look at the creature and gave a cold growl. “That’s our target.”
Escalla cracked her knuckles, ready for action. “Yep. Gotit!”
The enemy faerie wore a stylized white mask, blank except for painted tears. White robes hid the faerie’s body.
Staring across the valley at the other faerie, the Justicar narrowed his eyes. “Who is it?”
“In that gear? Could be anybody.”
Escalla seemed far more interested in the preparations being made near the temple steps. A vast golden bowl had been set before an engraved slab of stone. A huge archway of bones had been raised beside the golden bowl, the structure braced by ropes and chains. Escalla took one look at the arrangements and swore.
“Damn!”
“What?”
“See that?” The girl pointed to the arch of bones where theenemy faerie hovered, painting runes with a small brush. “They’re making theirown gate! They can tap into the faerie gates and have Lolth retrieve the faerie key.”
Flat against the ground and almost invisible, the Justicar hissed as he weighed the scene below. “They can make their own gateways?”
“In theory, sure.” Escalla made a frustrated noise. “Hell ofa spell, though!” Almost all of the drow priestesses now flanked the archway,eyes closed and hands linked, their throats screaming terrible syllables. “See?Ha! It’s going to take every mage they’ve got to break into where
Henry peeked over a clump of lichen, stared, and said, “Whereare they going?”
“Don’t ask!” The girl had her eyes on the temple door. “Oh mygods! Get down!”
From the gates of the drow temple, a sinister black light spilled forth. A visible cloud of evil stole slowly down the steps. The elves’chanting took on a dead, tinny sound, as though the music died as it crossed into another world.
Lolth, Mistress of Spiders, had taken on a form of flesh to enter the mortal world. Probing slowly from the yawning temple doors came a long, hideous black leg, almost pencil thin, and then another, and another. Creeping forth with mincing steps, the demon queen of spiders moved out to survey her prey.
The sheer evil of the creature struck like an icy knife. Black and gleaming, the gigantic spider loomed above the drow. Where a spider’sface should have been, the face of a beautiful dark elf woman peered forth, her face leering as she saw the slaves penned in their thousands at the temple gates. The captives tried to shrink away, the motion looking like a tide surging through a formless sea.
And then the screaming began.
Drow warriors dragged a captive to the temple steps and threw him across the obsidian altar. A priestess gave an orgiastic scream and sawed the prisoner’s head off slowly with a ceremonial knife. Blood spurted steaminginto the giant sacrificial bowl as the head was cast aside. The jerking corpse was strung up above the bow to drain its blood, while another prisoner was dragged swiftly into place and killed with savage speed. Fifty other screaming, fighting captives were dragged forward to await death in line, while the demon goddess cackled in laughter. Lolth dipped her face into the bowl and drank with manic thirst. The spider seemed to shimmer as hot blood filled her with its power.
Escalla and Henry had frozen. Only Jus and Cinders reacted, the hell hound and master both giving a killing snarl. Jus tried to surge forward to take the white sword to Lolth, but Escalla hurtled into his path.
“Stop! Jus, no! Not like this! Please!” The screams of thedoomed and dying ran hideous through the cave. Escalla ran her hands through her hair, trying to think. “All right, all right! Jus, this is not for you!” Ademon! A demon queen! The spider lady was swelling with power as she drank her hellish draught. One twitch from Lolth, and Escalla and her friends would be smears on the wall. “Jus, I’ll stop Lolth! You free the prisoners and try toclear the gate! The gate’s our only way out! I’ll come and help you when I can.”
Screams and howls sounded as the obsidian knife sawed through victims. Lolth slurped and drank, consuming gallons of blood. Her head whirling in panic, Escalla tried to think of a scam, a trick, a brilliant ploy.
Sudden inspiration struck. The faerie dived down, relieved Polk of a flask from his belt, then hovered high.
“Oh, I’m gonna regret this!” The girl took a big deep breath.“All right, people, plan resolves! Let’s get moving!”
A distant hunting horn sounded down the tunnel that led to the main drow cave. The companions whipped their heads around to stare at the tunnel mouth nearby. There was a distant noise of movement, an echo of running feet as drow from the plateaus came to destroy the intruders who had violated the temple grounds.
Rising, Henry stared toward the tunnel and licked his lips. He put his crossbow down and clumsily drew his sword.
“You two deal with the demon,” the young soldier said. “Polkand… and I will hold the tunnel mouth.” The boy flicked a pleading looktoward Jus when the big man turned to stare. “You can’t free those people ifyou’re attacked from behind.”
Jus gave the boy one long, searching look, then nodded and placed one hand upon the boy’s shoulder. Huge with anger, Jus spared one look atthe main temple with its shocking scenes of sacrifice, then waved the others to stay put as he flowed into the barracks and its colonnade. Red eyes gleaming, Cinders switched his ears left and right, leering in anticipation, then slowly let his black fur rise.
The hell hound worked in perfect unison with his partner. Standing in the middle of the dark colonnade, Jus swirled. Flame whiplashed out of Cinders’ jaws, blasting into the huge black widow spiders that nested in theshadows. Big as melons, the foul creatures exploded and died even as they leapt straight at the Justicar’s face. Cinders snarled in glee, blasting the lastsurvivors as they lunged into the attack. Teeth bared, the hell hound watched his enemies burn and gave a feral growl.
Aside from the smoldering spiders, the barracks were empty, but the supply rooms were not. Jus tossed aside baskets, threw jewels and treasures to the ground, uninterested in meaningless baubles. He found the tools he needed stacked box by box in a room filled with swords and shields. Crates of quarrels for the elves’ crossbows lay stacked beside a wall. Heaving two hugeboxes onto his shoulders, Jus stalked out of the flames and curling spider corpses toward his friends, then slammed his treasures to the ground.
The big man threw open the ammunition boxes. Each one contained perhaps a hundred small crossbow quarrels, each one tipped with deadly poisons.
The Justicar set the boxes in place and said, “Here are yourtools.”
Henry threw himself into place opposite the tunnel mouth, cramming a handful of the small crossbow bolts into his magazine. Jus dragged rocks to fence the boy in with cover, made sure there was a line of retreat into more cover, then tore the lids away from the ammunition cases.
“Polk! Polk, come here!”
The teamster started forward in confusion. Jus grabbed the man and positioned him beside Henry.
“Polk, you stay here and load for Henry. Whatever happens,you keep feeding crossbow bolts into that weapon. You hold them as long as you can, but if it gets too much, I want you both inside that portable hole!” TheJusticar wiped clean a streak of rusty earth to the front of their position, swiping it free of dirt. “Here’s a drow cloak. It’s flame proof. Keep that ironore deposit in front of you in case they fire a lightning bolt.”
“Yes, sir,” said Henry.
Jus squeezed the boy on the shoulder with one big hand, gave him a long, hard look of trust that made Henry feel ten feet tall. The boy lay flat over his sights, legs braced against a stone to fight the recoil, and readied himself to make his stand. Jus tucked a last few stones into place around Polk, slapped the little man on the back, then sped away toward the palisade and its horde of guards.
The sacrifices shrieked and died. Escalla hovered, unwilling to leave the boy, then flew down to draw two