'That's not all of the story,' Baylee said. 'This well was used as a sacrificial altar for Vaprak. He put a permanent spell of silence over the well to mask the screams of the dying from any passers-by. That's why you didn't hear the rock hit'
'Then there is a bottom.'
'Yes.'
'What are we waiting for?'
'Because the spell of silence may not be the only magic Vaprak put over the well.'
'The faint of heart never gets white meat at a family banquet,' Jaeleen said.
'And the daring adventurous who leap before they look end up in unmarked graves,' Baylee growled. It was the first rule Golsway had given him as a boy.
'Baylee,' the woman urged, reaching out to turn his face toward hers with a soft hand. The lamplight made her blond hair glisten like spun gold. 'Do you know what riches might be waiting down there to claim? For us to claim?'
'Wealth is a burden only weak men choose to carry,' Baylee said. 'I'd rather not have more than I can pack into a good travel kit, and what I can put into my head.'
'That's only Golsway talking to you,' Jaeleen said irritably. 'I'd hoped by now that you'd learned to think for yourself.'
The words stung Baylee, surprising him. He turned his attention back to the well and the lamp.
'I've offended you,' Jaeleen said. 'Tymora's sweet kiss, I'd not meant to do that, Baylee, truly.'
Baylee wanted to believe her so badly. Too often in most of his travels, he encountered only those who measured life and the worth of a man in gold pieces. The friends that he could trust could be counted on the fingers of both hands. The ones he felt comfortable with asking for something that he could not get for himself could be counted on one hand with fingers left over. 'I've got a climbing rope in my kit. Get it.'
Jaeleen disappeared instantly from his side. She rummaged in his travel kit and brought the rope back. The ranger tied the string to the lamp through his belt, then took the rope.
I could go first, Xuxa offered.
No, Baylee replied. I need you here in case something goes wrong.
You need someone to watch your back if you're going to turn it on that woman.
And the ores could come back and bury us all.
Go, Xuxa said. If we are fortunate, you won't be out of my reach by mindcall.
Baylee secured the grappling hook around a tree bole, then shook out the length of rope. Knots were already tied into it. He kicked the coil of rope into the well. The hemp slithered audibly for the first few yards, then became totally silent.
'What was the spell of silence for?' Jaeleen asked.
'Not all of the sacrifices were dead when they went into the well,' Baylee answered.
Sobriety dulled the excitement in Jaeleen's features. She peered down into the well. 'You've never said what you were here for.'
'Before Woodbrand ended the trollkin raids, the well had been in existence for decades.' Baylee said, testing the rope and finding that it held. He eased his feet over the well's edge, then put his weight on the rope. Satisfied it continue to hold, he started down, going knot by knot. Dust and rock debris tumbled down around him. He glanced up where the rope hung over the edge of stone above. Bracing his feet against the walls of the well, he took his weight off the rope long enough to slide a worked bit of leather under the rope to prevent the rough rock from sawing easily through. 'I'm here to see what bits of the past might yet remain.'
'You're talking about the dead Obarskyr kings that are purported to sleep somewhere beneath Waymoot.' Jaeleen climbed onto the rope as Baylee made his way down.
Baylee went slowly, noting the scratches and old stains on the ragged walls of the well. The deep smell of must filled his nostrils with carrion and rot. He didn't bother to correct the woman's thinking about the Legend of the Sleeping Kings. If the day truly came that the Obarskyr kings were needed and did return from the dead, he felt certain they would return from some other place than Vaprak's sacrificial well. The power of the well hadn't been enough to conquer Woodbrand, or prevent the man from sealing it once he'd killed the trolls.
'What do you hope to f-' Jaeleen's voice suddenly stopped in mid sentence.
Baylee halted his descent and looked up at the woman. Her face was barely visible from the lamp burning below. Her mouth was still moving, but no sound was coming out. The ranger tried his own voice, but discovered he was also forced into silence by the spell.
The well bottomed out at nearly forty feet, opening into a final, wide chamber. Baylee stopped ten feet above the rough stone floor and peered around. He had left the bow above, feeling little room would exist to use the weapon. Instead, he was not able to see the sides of the chamber below.
Jaeleen impatiently kicked him in the head.
Baylee reached up and swatted her foot away. Grabbing the string attached to the lamp, he moved it around in a slowly widening circle. The lamplight burned evenly, trapped inside the glass walls.
The dark stone floor seemed to absorb the light except for tiny patches that appeared luminescent. Baylee recognized the green glowing patches as lichens. Presence of the lichens confirmed the occasional presence of water in the well.
The lamp swung nearly fifteen feet across in an elliptical arc. Broken bones and smashed skulls showed yellowed white in the lamplight. Estimating from the number of skulls he was able to see, Baylee knew dozens of people had been thrown into the well over the years. Jaeleen kicked him in the head again.
Wishing he had a third hand so he could strike back, Baylee continued swinging the lamp.
She's worried that you might break her trinket, Xuxa said inside his mind.
Baylee grimaced ruefully, remembering that the azmyth bat's powers provided her a means of communication, even inside the spell of silence.
She won't kick again, Xuxa promised. / told her that you would smash the lamp if she didn't mind her manners.
Thank you. I see nothing moving in here. Can you sense anything?
Nothing living. But that doesn't mean there are no traps.
I know.
The ranger climbed further down the rope, taking up the slack in the string that held the lamp. Nothing appeared to be moving in the chamber. He put his feet on solid rock, then let go the rope.
Jaeleen dropped beside him and reached out to snatch the lamp from Baylee's hand. She turned away from him, casting the light before her and scattering dancing shadows that twisted over the rough surface of the chamber.
The chamber was at least ten feet tall, Baylee decided, and easily three times that in diameter. He took a small torch from his belt pouch and lit it with the flint and steel he had. The sparks ignited the torch and he breathed on it to encourage the flame. The thin, gray smoke curled up toward the open well above.
Holding his torch aloft and spotting the haphazard mound of bones and rotting clothing against the east wall, Baylee thought his companion might be right. Water could have carried the remains against the wall. Jaeleen's lamplight also set fire to the smooth, warm texture of gold within the tangle of ivory limbs.
She reached out and seized a skeletal arm. A worked gold bracelet with inlaid gemstones circled the wrist, loose now that the flesh had been stripped away.
Curious indentations in the bone as Jaeleen moved the limb attracted Baylee's attention. He moved closer, using his own torch. Upon closer inspection, he realized the indentations were teeth marks.
Trollkin are known for their appetites, Xuxa put in. Human flesh is thought of as a delicacy by some.
Baylee knew that was true. He drew back as Jaeleen slipped her captured prize free and dropped it into the pouch at her side. She quickly started shifting the bones, searching for more.
She is a grave-robber, not an explorer, Xuxa sneered.
Baylee moved around the chamber, exploring the perimeters. His breathing was easier as he grew accustomed to the hint of foul stench that clung to the well Jewelry is often taken, he defended. An historian can tell much about the craft of metal-smithing from the way the piece is crafted. And the inscriptions-
Faugh! The things that woman gathers will see only the inside of a merchant's case.
Baylee moved along the chamber. In a few places, faded messages were scratched on the walls with the
