'Untrue,' the walls said. 'Goblins originally hollowed out these caves, hollowed and hallowed, before the war started.'
'Then how did the goblins get in and out?'
'Through the ceilings, of course.'
Dor clapped the heel of his hand to his forehead. Of course! One problem with questioning the inanimate was that the inanimate didn't have much imagination and tended to answer literally. He had really meant to question all the artifacts in and of this chamber, but he had only actually named the walls, so only they had responded. 'Ceiling, do you conceal a goblin passage?'
'I do,' the ceiling replied. 'You could have saved a lot of trouble if you'd asked me first, instead of talking with those stupid walls.'
'Why isn't it visible?'
'The harpies sealed it over with mud plaster and droppings. Everyone knows that.'
'That's why the stink!' Millie cried. 'They use their dung for building.'
Dor drew his sword. 'Tell me where to strike to free the passage,' he said.
'Right here,' the ceiling said at one side.
Dor dug his swordpoint in and twisted. A chunk of brown plaster dropped to the floor. He dug harder and gouged more out. Soon the passage opened. A draft of foul air washed down from the hole.
'What's that fresh smell?' a harpy voice screeched from the cavern hall.
'Fresh smell!' Dor exclaimed, almost choking on the stench. He and Millie had become more or less acclimatized to the odor pervading the caves, but now that the air was moving, his nostrils could not so readily filter it out. Yet perhaps this breeze was offensive to the harpies.
The old hen appeared in the entrance. 'They're trying to sneak out the old goblin hole!' she screeched. 'Stop them!'
Dor strode across to block her advance, sword held before him. Afoot, unable to spread her wings, the harpy was at a disadvantage, and had to retreat. 'Climb up into the hole!' Dor cried to Millie. 'Use the goblin passage to escape!'
Millie stared up into the blackness of the hole. 'I'm afraid!' she cried. 'There might be nickelpedes!'
That struck him. Nickelpedes were vicious insects five times as ferocious as centipedes, with pincers made of nickel. They attacked anything that moved in darkness.
Now more harpies were pressing close. They respected Dor's bared blade, but did not retreat farther than they had to. He could not swing freely in the passage, and didn't really want to shed their blood; after all, they were half-human, and it wasn't nice to kill females.
What was he going to do? With the harpies in front, and Millie balking, and an open cliff outside-in this situation he couldn't fool anyone by making the walls talk. He was stuck. He might hold off the dirty birds indefinitely, but he couldn't escape. Actually, if they started flying in from the clifside, he would have trouble, because he couldn't very well cover both entrances, and Millie would not be much help. And in due course he and Millie would get tired, and hungry and thirsty, and would have to sleep. They would be captive again.
'Millie, you've got to get up that goblin passage!' he cried.
'No good, no good!' the harpies outside screeched. 'We know where it goes, we're covering the exit. You can't escape!'
Then why were they telling him this? Easier to nab him at the goblin-tunnel exit. So they must be bluffing.
Then Millie screamed. Dor looked-and spied a huge hairy shape dropping out of the hole. Green eyes looked back at him. 'Jumper!' How glad he was to see the big spider again!
'I could not place my lines,' the spider chittered. 'The lady-man-birds would have spied me on the face of the cliff. So I had to come in this way,'
'But the harpies are watching the exit-'
'They are. But they did not follow me inside, because of the nickelpedes.'
'But you-'
'Nickelpedes are pinching bugs. I was hungry anyway. They were delicious.'
Naturally a spider would be able to handle big bugs! But the harpies were more formidable. 'If we can't use the goblin tunnel-' Dor began.
Jumper fastened a line to Millie, and another to Dor. 'I am generating sufficient lines to lower you to the bottom, but you will have to let yourselves down. I suggest you swing and slide so the birds will not be able to catch you readily.'
'I can't do that!' Millie protested. 'I don't have big arm muscles and things!'
Dor glanced at her. She was half right; she did lack big arm muscles, but she certainly had other things. 'I'll carry you again.' He flicked his swordpoint, warning back the encroaching harpies.
'You'll need both arms to lower yourself,' Jumper pointed out. 'I will jump across and string a guideline. That way you can swing from the center of the cleft, not banging the walls. But you will be caught in midair.'
'Can't be helped. You'll have to relax the guideline, so we can drop slowly lower. Just be sure that line is tight when we start.'
'Yes, that is possible, though difficult. Your two weights will make a great deal of tension.'
