His head lolled back, and Bradok knew Omer was dead.
Corin kept holding him for a long time, his shoulders trembling as he sobbed. No one spoke; there wasn’t anything to say. Finally, Corin laid the young dwarf down gently on the stone floor. His hand trembled as he smoothed the unkempt blond hair down and wiped the blood from Omer’s face with the hem of his cloak.
“He didn’t deserve his fate,” Corin said in a quiet voice. “He was just a boy when that thrice-damned Theiwar took him and tortured him, made him a rat in one of his experiments. He had the strength of a dozen men-you have witnessed that with your own eyes-but the mind of a little boy. My people put him in prison for it.”
He smoothed the boy’s cheek. “He didn’t deserve this.”
“Yes, he did,” Bradok said, eliciting a gasp from Kellik and Tal. “This is a death worthy of any dwarf,” Bradok continued, his voice rising with pride. “None of us will ever be worthy of his sacrifice. Only someone as pure as Omer could have this death.”
Corin looked up at Bradok with a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face.
“Look at him,” Bradok said as all eyes turned to the fallen boy. “Teal was a mountain dwarf, but Omer didn’t care what clan she came from; he loved her for who she was. He loved her so much, he was willing to face creatures that terrified him-for her.”
Bradok stared around at the somber faces of his makeshift soldiers, taking the time to look each of them in the face.
“Someday, Reorx willing, we’ll escape this underground prison,” he vowed. “When that happens, we need to remember the lesson of Omer’s life and his death. If we take that lesson with us wherever we go, then we’ll survive, no matter where we end up.”
“Pick him up,” Thurl said sternly. “Such a hero should not lie in the dirt.”
Bradok took off his cloak and handed it to Kellik, who helped Corin wrap the body. When they were finished, Corin lifted the corpse of Omer and, without so much as a hesitating step, strode manfully across the bridge to where the others waited.
Bradok slipped his sword back in its scabbard and followed.
CHAPTER 25
Corin carried Omer’s body to the far side of the crevasse and laid it on a shelf of stone that protruded from the wall. He sat next to the wrapped body for a long time with his hand resting on the still form, as if hoping for some sign of life. Bradok didn’t know what it felt like to lose a child, but he could see it in Corin’s eyes.
“This ground is too hard to dig a grave,” Much said in a soft voice. “Let’s gather some stones for a cairn.”
As one, everyone moved, gathering loose stones, even ranging up the nearby tunnel. Kellik stood watching over the scene, his warhammer on his shoulder. After a long moment, he turned and walked back out onto the narrow bridge. With an almost casual swing of his hammer, he hefted it off his shoulder and brought it down in the center of the narrow causeway.
The heavy sound of the hammer on stone drew everyone’s attention.
“What are you doing?” Rose cried, rushing to the edge of the narrow bridge.
“The Rhizomorphs and the Disir are still over there on that side,” Kellik said, swinging the hammer again with a resounding crack. “This is the only way across, so I’m going to close the door on ‘em.”
Again he swung his hammer hard.
“Do something!” Rose shouted to Bradok as Kellik struck the bridge again. “He’s going to kill himself.”
“Tie a rope to yourself, you moron,” Bradok yelled.
Kellik stopped, hammer in midair, then turned and walked back, looking rather sheepish.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as Rose and Much cinched a rope around his chest and tied it off to a column of rock.
“Think next time,” Bradok said with a wry grin. The grin vanished, and he added, “We’ve already lost too many friends.”
Kellik nodded and went back to work, swinging his hammer. Bradok turned and joined those who were piling rocks around Omer’s body. In a few minutes, the boy was completely covered.
Corin had moved aside as the other survivors paid their final respects. “Thank you all,” the Daergar said once the cairn was finished. Then he sat down again by the mound of rocks.
Much took a step toward the Daergar, but Bradok put a restraining hand on the old dwarf’s shoulder.
“Let him be alone for a while,” he said.
“Bradok,” said Rose at his shoulder, her voice urgent.
He didn’t have to ask what caused that urgency as the stench of death washed over him. The Rhizomorphs were coming again.
“Hurry up, Kellik,” he yelled, turning back to the bridge.
On the far side, he saw them come shambling out of the tunnel. If the Rhizomorphs noticed or cared about the bodies of the Disir littering the floor, they showed no sign. Instead they locked their gaze on Kellik and the narrow bridge he was trying to destroy.
Kellik swung his hammer again and again, gouging great chunks out of the bridge. The Rhizomorphs howled and staggered forward, determined to take the bridge before he could bring it down.
“Run, Kellik!” Rose screamed.
Bradok swore and grappled with his sword, trying to draw it despate the hobbling pain of his wound. Before he could free the weapon, Chisul charged by him, sword in hand. He leaped over Kellik, heedless of the yawning chasm below, and charged into the advancing Rhizomorphs.
The first of the mushroom men had already reached the bridge as Chisul met them, bowling them over, sending some screaming into the blackness below. He chopped at arms and legs, keeping the stunned Rhizomorphs at bay as Kellik continued to hammer.
A thunderous crack echoed through the cavern followed by the creaking and groaning of stone.
“There she goes,” Kellik yelled, racing along the bridge.
Beneath him the narrow causeway of stone began to crack away, broken in the center by the smith’s strong blows. Kellik dashed along the collapsing stone, leaping to safety as the last of it dropped away. Across the wide crevasse, the other side of the bridge still stood, reaching out over the expanse like the prow of a ship.
Chisul had heard the bridge falling, pushed the nearest Rhizomorphs away, turned, and ran. The gap was far too wide, yet Chisul didn’t hesitate, vaulting toward it with a look of grim determination. The Rhizomorphs shot globs of yellow spit at him, which clung to his cloak, but none hit his exposed face.
He was only two paces away from the gap when one of the fallen creatures behind him darted out its long tongue and caught him fast by the ankle. Chisul’s eyes went wide, and he cursed and screamed as his feet were pulled out from under him.
The Rhizomorphs were on him in a second, dragging him back, pinning him down, swarming him. One of them, who might have been young and beautiful before the Zhome made a perverse mockery of her body, bent down and pressed her lips to Chisul’s. He thrashed and kicked as she breathed her killing spores into his lungs.
His body spasmed, his head beating down on the ground and his feet flailing. In just a few moments, his body lay still.
A gob of yellow Rhizomorph spit sailed across the gap and past Bradok, falling with a heavy, wet slap onto the stone of the ledge. He and the others edged back. Chisul and Kellik had effectively cut off the mushroom men, but they were still trying to figure out how to get at their foes on the opposite side.
“Get back,” Bradok ordered, stepping back.
The survivors filed out of the cavern, making sure to keep well away from the edge. The Rhizomorphs on the far side of the gap hooted and called, yelling threats and obscenities that everyone ignored. The last to let
