keep your idea in mind.”
“I live to serve,” he said in response.
“Where did you get that potion, may I ask?” Bradok asked.
“I’ve had this for the last thirteen years,” came the reply. “I keep it secret. Keeping things secret is my trade.”
They walked together for more than an hour before they caught up to the other survivors. The main group had stopped in a cavern sparsely dotted with Reorx’s torch mushrooms, giving off light that reflected off the damp ground. A pool of water fed by a waterfall was off to one side, filling the cavern with cool spray and a damp smell. A shallow, fast-moving stream ran away from the pool, across the floor, and into a deep fissure against the opposite wall.
A small knot of dwarves had gathered around Tal. Rose saw Bradok approaching and immediately hurried over.
“You’d better come quick,” she said, her face pale.
In his wounded condition, Bradok had expended most of his energy just putting one foot in front of the other. Hurrying was no longer possible for him, but he lurched after her.
Rose shooed away some of the crowd so he could get through them. Serl lay on the ground with Tal kneeling over him. When Bradok got a look at the dwarf’s face, he felt like retching. Mushrooms were already growing out of Serl’s eyes and nose. He lay on the ground as though dead; the only sign he gave of life were the ragged breaths that came at infrequent intervals.
Bradok glanced at Tal, but the doctor could only shrug and shake his head.
Suddenly Bradok’s arm was jerked up in the air so hard and fast that he gasped at the lancing pain. It was Corin who had done it, and the Daergar was staring at his arm. Bradok saw it too: A tiny mushroom had embedded itself in the wound left by the tongue.
“It’s a spore,” Corin said.
Bradok squinted and saw that, at the base of the mushroom there was a small, opaque seed, about the size of an orange seed.
“We’ve got to get it out before it takes hold,” Corin warned.
Bradok nodded. Tal approached with a pair of long metal tongs and, taking hold of the seed, yanked it out. Bradok grunted as it trailed a small root that had already begun burrowing in his flesh.
“Check everyone who fought,” he said, rubbing his arm ruefully. “Strip down and look everywhere.”
The thought of Zhome spores growing in their flesh had the usually modest dwarves stripped bare in moments. There was a gasp as Chisul took off his shirt; a row of tiny mushrooms were growing in his back, right where Bradok had seen the gray patches before.
“There’s nothing to be done,” Tal said quietly once he’d examined Chisul. “It’s as bad as Rose’s arm.”
Chisul nodded with dismay; he and the others had suspected that Rose was infected, but after the fight, so many of them were.
Everyone was checked over and over, and twelve spore growths were found. Those were removed as best as they could, but it was possible they were all doomed. Bradok was just too spent and sore to care. When they were finished, he pulled Rose aside.
“I’m not sure I can go on,” he told her, “and there’s no one fit enough to carry me. I want you to take everyone ahead without me. I’ll catch up if I can.”
Rose just shook her head. “Everyone’s spent,” she said. “It’s only terror that drove them this far. We need to rest.”
“If the Rhizomorphs are close-” Bradok began, but Rose silenced him.
“Yes, we may die if we rest here,” she said. “But if we push on, you and the children and the other wounded may collapse from exhaustion. I’d rather make a stand and fight the Rhizomorphs when we’re fresh, not when we’re too done-in from running.”
Bradok thought about that for a moment then shrugged. “We should find a defensible spot,” he said then added, “just in case.”
A surprised look crossed Rose’s face, and she drew out the compass from a pouch on her belt. “It’s like it heard your words. It jumped,” she said, holding it out to Bradok.
Bradok took the compass and opened it. The glowing mist swirled inside, but the Seer did not appear. Confused, he closed the lid and examined it. The engraving around the purple stone had changed again. Bradok took the compass over by one of the glowing mushrooms and squinted down to peer at the tiny letters.
“In the damp hollow ye can hide, so long as no sound comes from inside,” Bradok read.
“Maybe it means that crack where the little river disappears,” Rose said, pointing.
“But what does this mean, about no sound?” he wondered.
“Stay here,” Rose said. “I’ll check it out.”
Bradok gratefully eased himself down onto the damp floor while Rose took one of the lanterns over to where the stream of water disappeared. He’d closed his eyes for only a minute when someone materialized beside him, sitting down.
“Have you had a chance to look at that metal book?” Tal asked.
Bradok knew what the dwarf wasn’t saying. The metal book might be their only hope against the Zhome and the Rhizomorphs.
“No,” he said. “How’s Serl doing?”
“There’s nothing else I can do for him,” Tal said, discouraged. “I fear he hasn’t got much time left.”
“What about Chisul and Rose?” Bradok asked as evenly as he could.
“I don’t know,” Tal replied. “All we can do is watch.”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but Rose picked that moment to return.
“That crack looks to go all the way to the center of Krynn,” she said. “I don’t think there’s anything down there.”
Bradok shrugged. “Try the waterfall,” he said.
Rose left again, and Bradok explained about the inscription on the compass to the confused Tal.
“Even if we find a place to hide,” Tal said, “we still have to do something about Serl.”
Bradok nodded. He intended to ignore that problem as long as he could.
“Found it,” Rose said, returning, her hair dripping wet. “There’s a small cave behind the waterfall. You can’t even spot it from outside, and you have to wade through the water to get inside. It should be big enough for everyone.”
“All right,” Bradok said, getting up very slowly. “Let’s get everyone inside and settled. No time to waste.”
The cave was exactly as Rose described. A little sandbar ran along the cave wall where the waterfall poured down. When Bradok ducked through the flow, he found himself in a surprisingly wide cave with a damp, musty smell. The walls and floor were stone, and Bradok had to steady himself, for his weak feet wanted to go sliding out from under him on the slick surface.
One by one, the dwarves entered. Bradok sent the women and children to the back, leaving the ground by the water’s edge for the warriors. He almost laughed at the thought. Thurl was the only one of them who had anything close to warrior training. They were just simple, ordinary folk, doing whatever they could to survive.
Tal and Kellik brought Serl in on the stretcher and laid him down near the water. Corin stayed out long enough to brush away any sign of their flight into the cave.
“You’ve got to exert yourself less,” Tal said, coming up beside Bradok. “You started bleeding again.” He opened his bag and pulled out the strips of cloth that he used for bandages. He repacked the wound and wound a bandage tightly around Bradok’s stomach, making it a little difficult for him to breathe normally.
The shoulder wound wasn’t as deep and seemed to be mending well, though Tal recommended Bradok still keep it in the sling.
“Let’s take a look at that ear,” Tal said finally. He unwound the wrapping and peeled away a bloody wad of something.
“Can you hear all right?” he asked, snapping his fingers in front of Bradok’s face.
“It’s a bit faint on the right side,” he said.
“That’s to be expected when you lose an ear,” Tal said. “It doesn’t look too bad. We’ll need to change the
