us stranded in some unknown place in the demiplane of shadow, without any idea of which way Cimbar might lie.' Aeron scratched at his chin. 'Yes, I think we have to risk the door that Dalrioc and Oriseus use to come and go.'
Melisanda gave him a long look but did not argue. 'We'll be walking right into their nest,' she said. 'Are you ready for a fight?'
He turned his attention inward, mentally cataloging the spells held in his memory. The touch of the wall had drained several spells from his mind, devouring the patterns of word and rune, but most remained intact. 'I have enough spells to get us past one or two of Oriseus's minions, but I wouldn't want to take them all on.'
'I've a few spells, but I'm struggling to remember them. I think it might take me longer to recover from being chained here.' They turned the last corner and stood facing the dark doorway. It was framed against the outer wall by an arch of polished obsidian. 'Do you have any idea what we can do if we do go back?'
'No. But I think I know where we might find out.'
'The library?'
'If there's any help to be had, we'll find it there,' Aeron said. He was going to continue, when suddenly Baillegh barked in warning. He wheeled, facing the shadow door.
It seemed to ripple and flow, like oil on water, and then Dalrioc Corynian stepped into the hallway. The prince halted in mid-stride, open amazement on his face. 'How did you get free?' he snarled, raising his hands to hurl a spell.
'Dalrioc!' cried Aeron.
He shouted a dire word, unleashing one of the swiftest spells he knew. The force of his cry was amplified a hundredfold by the magic of the spell, striking Dalrioc like a physical blow and cracking the stone archway behind him. Caught in the middle of his spell, the prince fell heavily to the stone, ruining his enchantment. Aeron slumped against the wall, gasping for breath; the word of power was a taxing spell, and he'd been forced to draw upon his own life-force to power it.
Dalrioc shook his head groggily, blood trickling from his ears. Instead of rising, the prince rolled to his knees, snatched a short iron scepter from his belt, and shouted a trigger word. A white ray of intense cold sprang from the scepter, grazing Aeron's hip and burning like fire. Dalrioc swung the beam at Melisanda and caught her across the knees, sending her to the ground with a cry of pain, and then pointed it directly at Baillegh as the hound sprung at him. She crumpled in mid-spring without a sound, crashing to the ground.
'You'll wish you'd stayed where I left you,' Dalrioc snapped.
Aeron replied by slapping one hand on the frozen stone and creating a thunderous crack that raced toward Dalrioc and dropped the floor from under him. With a grinding of torn rock, the prince slid feet-first into the crevasse, disappearing from sight. Quick as he could, Aeron released the spell, allowing the wound in the stone to grind shut-but Dalrioc suddenly leaped free, soaring into the air with a simple jumping spell and alighting on the wall top. His fine tunic was torn and bloody, but he seemed unhurt.
'You'll have to do better than that,' he shouted, raising the iron scepter again. Its tip gleamed white with frost.
Melisanda pronounced a liquid string of words and gestured, pulling the iron scepter from Dalrioc's hand with a sharp wrench. The magical weapon arced high into the air and clattered to the ground a short way down the hall. Dalrioc cursed and started another spell, a dire enchantment that sent chills down Aeron's spine. Aeron began a spell of his own, but Dalrioc finished first this time, reaching out with his hand as if to crush Aeron's heart. Cold, strong fingers sank into his chest, ripping away his breath.
'Do you like my new spell, Aeron?' Dalrioc called. 'You're not the only one who learned a few tricks over the past five years.'
Melisanda started to call out another enchantment, but her voice faltered-she hadn't yet recovered from her long bondage, and the magic she sought was too difficult for her.
Aeron choked back a scream as he struggled, impaled on the intangible talons of Dalrioc's spell. He couldn't begin to develop any kind of counterspell, not while his mind was filled with the icy pain that shredded his chest. With a fierce effort of will, he pushed the pain to a distant part of his awareness and spoke a simple fetching spell. Down the hall, Dalrioc's iron scepter clattered across the floor and then flew up to Aeron's hand. In one smooth motion, he raised the weapon and barked out the word he'd heard Dalrioc use to trigger its powers.
The white beam of frost erupted from the rod's end, striking Dalrioc full in the torso. The Soorenaran wizard doubled over as his skin paled and gleaming ice coated his body. He teetered for a moment on the wall top before he lost his balance and fell awkwardly to the ground. Aeron sobbed in relief as the icy claw released his heart and faded, leaving a deep, cold ache in the center of his body.
Melisanda approached Dalrioc cautiously, ready to strike with a spell if necessary. The prince lay motionless on the ground. She turned him over carefully and stood a moment later, a fierce look on her face. 'The frost or the fall killed him,' she said.
Aeron nodded in acknowledgment and knelt by Baillegh. The hound stirred slowly. In a moment she shook herself and scrambled to her feet, moving gingerly. Aeron reached out to stroke her fur, ignoring the frost that covered her.
'Thanks, Baillegh. I'm sorry he hurt you.' He looked to where Dalrioc sprawled on the ground. 'He was never that strong back at the college,' he said.
'It must be the Shadow Stone,' Melisanda replied.
Aeron thought of Oriseus, waiting somewhere on the other side of the shadow door. 'What do you suppose it can do for an archmage?' he asked bitterly. The effort of speaking brought a coarse, bloody cough to his tortured chest. He pushed himself to his feet. 'Come on. We have to settle this.'
Melisanda closed her eyes and nodded. 'You're right. Lead the way, Aeron.'
He studied the shadow door for a long moment, wondering if there was any way to find out what lay beyond. Well, there's always one way, he thought. Steeling himself, he squared his shoulders and stepped into the darkness.
Nineteen
Aeron emerged from the shadow door with Dalrioc's scepter held at the ready, but to his relief the chamber of the Shadow Stone was empty. The hateful artifact flickered and pulsated, illuminating the room with its eerie lambent glow. Keeping a wary eye on the umber archways ringing the vault, Aeron advanced to confront the stone.
Behind him, the shadows rippled once more, and Melisanda and Baillegh entered. The Vilhonese wizardess stood beside Aeron, gazing at the Stone. 'I hate that thing,' she whispered. 'Can't you feel the way it pulls at you?'
'I came very close to succumbing to it the first time Oriseus led me to this room,' Aeron said. 'I had to draw on some of its power, its shadow-magic, to escape, and I've been marked by it ever since. It frightens me, too.'
'Can you think of a way to destroy it?'
'I tried to attack the iron bands that frame it, but my spell failed. The stone absorbs magic, and even my most destructive enchantment simply drained away.' Aeron crouched down, studying the inscription on the metal frame. 'Telemachon told me that physical destruction was unlikely to prove effective, either. The moment I touch the stone, it will have me.'
'So we can't destroy it by magic, and we can't destroy it by physical means,' Melisanda said. 'What does that leave?'
'I may have an idea,' Aeron said. 'Keep watch for a moment while I make a copy of this inscription.' From a pouch at his side he produced a sheet of parchment and a quill pen. Carefully, he recorded the pattern of runes. It was not a lengthy inscription, probably no more than thirty or so words. 'I'm done,' he announced.
'What do you hope to do with that?' Melisanda asked.
'I think that the frame is the stone's vulnerability. If I can figure out what the inscription says, I'll have an idea of the purpose of the iron bands. And that might suggest a means to attack them.'
