the lich has in place in the library. That will provide a diversion for you for a time. Maybe even enough time to succeed.'
'Succeed at what?' Cordyan asked.
The baelnorn fixed her with his dead gaze. 'Weren't you listening? Shallowsoul is a lich. As such, he will have a phylactery.'
'I don't know what that is,' the civilar replied.
'It's a container,' Baylee said automatically. 'When a lich is created, it also creates a phylactery to hold its life essence. That way if the body is destroyed, it can be reborn in some manner.'
'Exactly,' the baelnorn replied. 'I'm glad you understand the situation. You'll also understand that we do not have much time. Krystarn Fellhammer and her hobgoblin army will be through the dimensional door she's been using to get into the library in the next few minutes. If you wait for very much longer, your chances of success are virtually non-existent.'
'Maybe they'll be more non-existent if we go with you,' Cordyan said.
'That's for you to decide. In truth, you are all humans, and I could care less if you all die in this endeavor. Myth Drannor and its environs should never have had to suffer the presence of humans, dwarves, or any of the other barbarian species that came into the City of Songs and drew her down.' The baelnorn turned to the dimensional door at the end of the tunnel. 'But I'm going. The only chance I see that you have is in finding the phylactery while Shallowsoul is engaged in keeping the library from being plundered by Krystarn's hobgoblin horde.' Without another word, Scoontiphp ran into the dimensional door and promptly disappeared.
Baylee held up the lantern, making sure the baelnorn was gone. He took a fresh grip on the long sword and started forward.
'Wait,' Cordyan said. 'You aren't just going to walk through that after him, are you?'
Baylee looked at her, not believing she didn't feel the same excitement he did at venturing into the library. 'Walking is safer than running, and I feel like running.' He turned and kept going.
'Right behind you, lad,' Cthulad said.
Calebaan came as well.
Baylee stepped into the dimensional door, watching how his leg abruptly truncated as it moved on into the next plane ahead of him. Still, he could feel it. And the air in the next room felt colder than even the breezes cycling through the caverns. He heard Cordyan naming men to guard the tunnel while they were gone.
Then he passed through the dimensional door, and for a time, he knew nothing.
In front of Krystarn Fellhammer, the dimensional door continued to flutter and spark, not quite opening and staying open. She grew aware of a presence at her side. Her attention strayed from the crystal ball she focused through, angry at the interruption.
'You'll never get through that on your own,' Nevft Scoontiphp said as he stepped through the nearby wall.
'Did you come to gloat, ghost?' Krystarn asked sarcastically. 'If so, perhaps we should see how much pain you can endure before you turn and run.' She held up the morning star.
'I came to help you.'
Krystarn studied the baelnorn's milk-white features, as fine-boned as her own face but with wrinkled skin instead of the smooth flesh she carried. 'In what way?'
'To help you open that dimensional door.'
'And what do you get out of it?'
Another earthquake shivered through the hallway like a snake dying of a broken back. Scoontiphp stood in the hallway, totally unmoved by the action though Krystarn was thrown from her feet along with the hobgoblin warriors standing in lines behind her.
'If Shallowsoul is not stopped,' Scoontiphp replied, 'he's going to bring all of the caverns down on us when he takes the library to the astral plane.' He pinned her with his gaze. 'Now, do you want help or not?'
'You can get us through this door?' Krystarn asked, regaining her feet.
'By helping you through the crystal ball? Yes. It won't be easy, but it can be done. I would ask one thing, though.'
'And what is that?'
'Only your promise that-should you survive your encounter with Shallowsoul-you won't bother the crypts that are under my protection.'
Krystarn wanted to laugh at the presumption of the baelnorn. 'Foolish creature, what could you have that would be worth anything near as much as what I will find in the library?'
'Nothing,' the baelnorn agreed readily. 'But in your greed, you might not remember that at some future point. Though we can be allies through this, you will find I can be one of the worst enemies you've ever made, if need be.'
'Agreed,' the drow said. 'I'll not touch your precious crypts.' But the quick way he'd confirmed there was nothing there for her served only to whet her curiosity about the crypt area. Once she had the knowledge at her fingertips that was contained in the library, she knew the baelnorn could not stand against her.
Scoontiphp leaned forward and touched a fingertip to the crystal ball. 'Now, employ your spell,' he invited.
Krystarn focused on Lloth, willing that the dark goddess grant her success. Then she chanted the spell. In moments, the dimensional door spread, becoming more and more solid.
Then it locked into place with a hissing snap. Krystarn maintained it almost effortlessly. She peered through the opening, thinking the baelnorn might have tried to trick her in some manner into jumping somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.
Instead, she saw the library.
'Chomack,' she said in a hoarse, strained voice.
'Aye, sorceress.'
'Follow me.' Krystarn tightened her grip on her morning star and strode through.
27
Stacks of books swarmed into Baylee's view at the other end of the dimensional door. For a moment, he couldn't do anything but turn slowly around and try to take it in. Shelves extended up into the shadows that clung to the ceiling far overhead, until they finally vanished. But he knew the books didn't end there.
Half a dozen stairs ran up in spirals twisting along the walls. From the way they were laid out, he felt certain that all of them lead to other areas, not simply higher up. He sheathed the sword, walking over to the nearest shelves. He could barely make out a title in one of the written languages known to him: The Creation of Dragons. Other books on the same shelf seemed to deal with dragons as their topic as well. So did the books above and below.
He reached for a book bound in maple, the red and white striped wood as polished and finished as any piece of furniture he'd ever seen. An ornate mist dragon, more noticeable because of the small ears and wedge- shaped head outfitted with a trailing mustache, glowed silver-blue on the book cover. Beside it was a book that looked like it had been bound in plates carved from running water. He could even hear the sound of water rushing by.
'Don't,' Scoontiphp warned in a harsh voice.
Hold, Xuxa echoed.
Baylee stayed his hand with difficulty.
'If you touch any of those books,' the baelnorn went on, 'you'll bring Shallowsoul down on us immediately. Once you have the phylactery and have defeated him, if possible, then you can search through these books to your heart's content.'
Reluctantly, Baylee took his hand back. He noticed Calebaan standing next to him, the same hungry look in his eyes that Baylee was certain was in his own.
'You're wasting time we don't have,' the baelnorn called from the bottom of a flight of stairs.
