mistake, was that the truth?'
'More than I knew,' Galaeron said. 'It had to be, or I doubt Jhingleshod would have let me pass.'
'I thought so.' Vala remained quiet for a moment, then said, 'I had to think carefully, but Takari didn't hesitate.' 'I take it the answer concerned me?'
Vala nodded. 'Takari said she had to cross because you're her spirit-deep mate… and you refused to see it'
'She…' Galaeron closed his eyes. 'She knows I don't return her affections.'
'Because of your father's pain,' Vala said carefully 'Or so she says.' 'That's part of it,' said Galaeron. 'Moon and Wood elves live different lives. When they join, sooner or later there will always be sadness.'
'Of course.' Vala sounded almost irritated with him. 'Sooner or later, every joy comes to an end-but that is a poor reason to turn your back on the gifts the gods do send your way.'
'I'm just being prudent,' said Galaeron. 'I'm not turning my back on any gift from the gods.'
'Oh, I think you are.' Vala's voice turned teasing. 'And you will be sorry. There is no fury worse than Sune's when she has been rejected!'
'Fortunately, I am an elf,' laughed Galaeron. 'I doubt our Hanali Celanil is so vengeful as your Sune,'
'Maybe, but Takari isn't the only woman I've been talking about, you know.'
An owl hoot rang out ahead, bringing their conversation to an abrupt end. Galaeron drew his sword and saw a vine web fluttering as Takari vanished into the trees. Jhingleshod was continuing up the street, paying no heed to whatever had alarmed Takari. Galaeron suspected their guide of betraying them-until a half-rotten corpse dashed out of a side lane and hurled itself headlong into the iron knight's flank.
Jhingleshod rocked up as though he might fall, then brought his axe down and split the ghoul through the side. He turned to Galaeron and pointed down the lane.
'Beware those dead, elf.' There was a hint of mockery in the knight's bleak voice. 'They have a hatred of the living.'
Vala at his side, Galaeron started forward to block the attack, but heard a warning chirp from Takari's tree and turned in the opposite direction. He found himself staring at an alley full of monks, their eyes sunken and their robes in tatters, but looking as alive as Galaeron. Behind him, Vala's sword hissed through the air on the opposite side of the street. There was a wet slash, the thud of a falling body, another slash, another thud. Galaeron pointed his sword at the first monk, now less than a dozen paces away 'Stand and name yourselves!'
The entire company of monks stretched their arms out, turning their hands palm up as though begging alms. When they continued forward without speaking, Galaeron whistled the clear tee-yeer of a meadowlark. He was answered by the hum of a bowstring, and a warning arrow appeared in the dirt in front of the leading monk.
The monks stopped, their gazes following the angle of the arrow into the nest of vines from which it had come, but Galaeron knew without looking that Takari was already gone. He quietly pulled a ball of sulfur wax from his pocket. 'Name yourselves or go.'
The first monk responded to the challenge with an incomprehensible moan. Behind Galaeron, Vala's sword continued its gruesome work, and now he heard Aris's mighty club and Melegaunt's bellowing voice as well. Malik remained as silent as usual during battle, but the elf had no doubt the little man would appear when needed most.
The lead monk cautiously stepped around the arrow and continued forward, his cupped hands still stretched before him. Finally convinced he was looking at undead impostors, Galaeron tossed his sulfur ball into the group and spoke his incantation. The cold magic filled him for an instant, and the alley erupted into black fire. Galaeron backed away from a long tongue of dark flame, then beheaded a pair of blazing monks as they staggered from the alley.
A powerful hand clamped Galaeron's shoulder. Surprised, he jammed his elbow back and drove his attacker off a step, then spun with sword flying. By the time he realized it was Melegaunt, his edge was an inch from the wizard's head. Galaeron tried to pull the attack, but to no avail. The blade caught Melegaunt square in the temple.
There was a black flash and dull ping as the edge stopped. Pain sizzled up Galaeron's arm, then his hand opened and let the sword fall to the ground. Melegaunt touched three fingertips to his head and came away with a thin smear of blood. 'Is this how you repay my gift? By defying me at every turn?'
'1 can hardly be blamed for your stupidity' Still trembling, Galaeron stooped down to retrieve his sword. 'Grabbing a warrior in the middle of a fight-what's wrong with you?'
Melegaunt stepped on Galaeron's sword. 'That's not what I'm talking about.' 'I used the magic, yes. It was necessary.'
Behind Melegaunt, a ghoul slipped past Vala. One of Takari's arrows took it square in the forehead and knocked it off its feet, but the creature merely rolled to its knees and snapped off the shaft.
Galaeron tried to jerk his sword free, but found the wizard's foot impossible to move. 'The magic hasn't hurt me. I'm more in control than before.'
'Yes, I have seen how well you are mastering your shadow' Melegaunt touched his head again, then flung a hand in the ghoul's direction and blasted it into a dozen pieces. 'Leave the magic to me.'
The wizard started up the street after Jhingleshod, calmly directing Vala and Aris against individual ghouls and wights while he blasted larger concentrations with shadow magic. Galaeron gathered his sword and followed behind, quietly venting his anger on any creatures foolish enough to come his way The undead continued to assault them in erratic fits, occasionally stopping a short distance away to attack with a spell, screech, or gaze. Sneaking along through the treetops, Takari prevented such attacks from succeeding, usually by distracting the creature with an arrow until Melegaunt could blast it. Twice, Malik saved the company by appearing out of nowhere to harry a lurking wight or ghoul until someone more adept could destroy it.
Eventually, the attacks grew less frequent, then, when an enormous butte of red stone began to loom over the treetops, ceased altogether. Jhingleshod guided them to a barren plaza near the head of the butte. There was no sign of the black pyramid he had described Wulgreth entering. '1 believe that is what you seek.' 'It is,' said Melegaunt 'The fallen body of Karsus.'
The butte did resemble a body-albeit a broken and twisted one. The small knoll closest to them looked like a head resting on its side, with a round oversized forehead, hooked nose, and thin-lipped mouth over a weak chin. There was a bent and crooked arm coiled at an unnatural angle, a sunken chest and the round swell of a pot belly-at nearly a hundred feet above the surrounding ground, easily the butte's highest point. From the side of the chest at about heart level, gushed the source of the Heartblood River, a frothy red spring that flowed away in a meandering stream.
'1 see why the refugees took it for a dead god,' said Vala. 'It certainly looks like a god's body'
'It is a god's body-though Karsus was a god for only an instant,' said Melegaunt.
'And this dead god will save Evereska how?' asked Galaeron, seeing no sign of the help Melegaunt had promised. 'You can't mean to resurrect him.'
'In a manner of speaking, yes,' said Melegaunt. 'But first we must find the black pyramid.'
'First, you must find Wulgreth,' said Jhingleshod. 'You cannot enter the pyramid until you keep your promise.'
'As you wish.' Despite Melegaunt's words, his tone was impatient. 'Tell us where to look.'
Jhingleshod ran his gaze over the plaza. 'He should have made his presence known by now'
Melegaunt turned to Galaeron. 'You're the tomb guard. What's Wulgreth planning?'
'Maybe nothing.' Galaeron turned to Jhingleshod and asked, 'How long has it been since you last saw him?'
Jhingleshod looked at the sky. 'Time is difficult to judge, but several winters. It might have been eight or nine-or a dozen. It is hard to know.' 'But it has been some time?' asked Takari.
Jhingleshod nodded. 'Since before Tianna Skyflower and her ilk began to roam the Dire Wood.'
'That makes it nearly a decade,' said Takari. She looked to Galaeron. 'What do you think?'
Galaeron shrugged, knowing without asking what she was thinking. Often, liches evolved into beings of pure spirit, forsaking their bodies to wander other worlds beyond Toril. When that happened, their corpses began to decay, until all that remained was a skull and some dust to which the lich had only the most tenuous attachment. It was often easier to destroy such creatures than younger liches, but Galaeron knew better than to think they would
