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had their limitations, but their inability to speak made up for them.

'That is a nice piece,' drawled a masculine voice.

Startled, Hezass nearly whirled around but caught himself in time. Better to move in a leisurely fashion, with a dignity befitting an Eternal Flame and tharchion, like a man who hadn't gotten caught doing anything illicit. He turned to meet the dark-eyed, sardonic gaze of a gaunt figure whose capacious scarlet sleeves currently concealed his withered fingers.

Hezass dropped to his knees. 'Your Omnipotence.'

'It looks Impilturan,' Szass Tam continued. 'Brides from wealthy families often wear such ornaments on their wedding days. Please, stand up.'

Hezass did so, meanwhile wondering what this unexpected intrusion portended. 'I haven't had the honor of meeting with Your Omnipotence in some time.'

'We've both been busy,' said the lich, sauntering closer, the hem of his red robe whispering along the floor, 'but you're awake, I'm always awake, most of the rest of the world is asleep, so this seems a convenient moment for us to talk.'

Hezass wondered how Szass Tam had known he was awake and precisely where to find him. 'I'm at your service, of course.'

'Thank you.' The necromancer casually pulled a crystal-pointed enchanted arrow from a golem's quiver, examined it, and dropped it back in. 'I admit, it concerns me a little to find you out of bed. If you're suffering from insomnia, I know a potion that will help.'

'I'm fine,' said Hezass. 'I'm just getting a head start on my duties.'

The wizard nodded. 'I can see that, though technically, it's arguable whether pilfering from the offerings constitutes a duty.'

Hezass forced a smile. 'Your Omnipotence always did have a keen sense of humor. You know, surely, that I'm entitled to my share.'

'Oh, absolutely, but if you start claiming it while the coins and other valuables still lie on display atop the altars, before the clerks make their tally, doesn't that mean you underreport the take to the Flaming Brazier and send Eltabbar less than its fair share? If so, isn't that the equivalent of robbing the Firelord himself? I'm afraid Iphegor Nath would think so. He might try to punish you even if you are a tharchion, and who's to say he wouldn't succeed? He's made a considerable contribution to the campaign against the undead horde in the east, and we zulkirs are accordingly grateful.'

Hezass drew a long, steadying breath. 'Master, you know that even if there's anything… irregular about my conduct as Eternal Flame, it's no worse than the way other folk in authority behave every day across the length and breadth of the realm. You also knew what sort of man I am when you helped me rise in the church and later gave me Lapendrar to govern.'

'That's true,' said Szass Tam, 'and I'll tell you a secret: It doesn't bother me if you dare to rob a god. Do the gods deal with us so kindly or even justly as to merit abject devotion?' He waved his hand at the offerings on the altar. 'Look at all this-not the gold and gems that usually catch your eye, but the copper, bread, and fruit. Needy women have given what they could ill afford, perhaps all they possessed, to bribe your god, yet he won't answer all their prayers. Some petitioners will remain barren or perish in childbirth even so. Why is that, and what's the sense of a world where it's possible for women to miscarry and infants to die in their cribs in the first place?'

Hezass had no idea what the necromancer was talking about or how to respond. 'Master, you understand I share a true bond with Kossuth even if I do pocket a few too many of the trinkets the faithful offer him. He forgives me my foibles, I believe. Anyway, the world is what it is. Isn't it?'

Szass Tam smiled. His expression had a hint of wistfulness about it, the look, just conceivably, of someone who'd briefly hoped to find a kindred spirit and been disappointed. 'Indeed it is, and I didn't mean to cast aspersions on your creed or bore you with philosophy either. Lets focus on practical concerns.'

'With respect, Your Omnipotence, your 'practical concern' seems to be to blackmail me, but why? I have no choice but to do whatever a zulkir commands, and beyond that, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. I'm happy to aid you in return.'

'Your loyalty shames me,' the lich replied, and if he was speaking ironically, neither his voice nor his lean, intellectual features betrayed it. 'If only everyone were as faithful, but 'the world is what it is,' and with the council of zulkirs divided against itself, even I sometimes find it expedient to make it clear to folk that, just as I reward those who cooperate with me, so too do I have ways of rebuking those who refuse.'

Hezass smiled. 'You've covered the rebuking part. Now I'd like to hear about the reward.'

The dead man laughed. A whiff of decay escaped his open mouth, and Hezass made sure his features didn't twist in repugnance.

'As one of your peers recently reminded me,' Szass Tam said, 'the miners dig prodigious quantities of gold out of the mountains of High Thay.'

'So I understand,' Hezass said.

'At present, most of it comes down to the Plateau via the road that runs east. That's natural, since it's really the only highway worthy of the name, but I see no fundamental reason why more gold couldn't move west and south, following the courses of the rivers, perhaps with magical aid to see the caravans safely over the difficult patches, and obviously, if it does, it will descend into Lapendrar. You can tax it as it passes from hand to hand and turn a nice profit thereby.'

'A nice profit' was an understatement. Hezass suspected that over the course of several years, he might amass a fortune to rival Samas Kul's. 'You truly could arrange it?'

'Why not? Pyras Autorian is my friend, no less than you.'

More, actually, Hezass thought. He was Szass Tam's confederate, or to be honest about it, his underling. Pyras Autorian was purely and simply the lich's puppet, a docile dunce who did exactly and only what his master told him to do, which suddenly seemed like quite an admirable quality, since it meant there was no doubt Szass Tam could deliver on his offer.

'What must I do,' Hezass asked, 'to start all this gold cascading down from the heights?'

'Quite possibly nothing, but here's what I'll require if it turns out I need anything at all… '

Tammith's fingers dug into Bareris's neck as if she'd acquired an ogre's strength. Her mouth opened to reveal canine teeth lengthening into fangs. She started to drag him down.

He tried to plead with her, but her fingers cut off his wind and denied him his voice. He punched her in the face, but the blow just made her snarl. It didn't stun her or loosen her grip on him.

At last he recalled a trick one of his former comrades, a warrior monk of Ilmater and an expert wrestler, had taught him. Supposedly a man could use it to break free of any stranglehold, no matter how strong his opponent.

He swept his arm in the requisite circular motion and just managed to knock her hand away, though a flash of pain told him it had taken some of his skin along with it, lodged beneath her nails. She immediately grabbed for him again, but he threw himself back beyond her reach.

He scrambled to his feet and so did she. 'Don't you know me?' he wheezed. 'It's Bareris.'

She glided forward, but not straight toward him. She was maneuvering to interpose herself between him and the door.

He drew his sword. 'Stop. I don't want to hurt you, but you have to keep away.'

Rather to his surprise, she did stop. A master sword smith had forged and enchanted the blade, giving it the ability to cut foes largely impervious to common weapons, and perhaps the creature Tammith had become could sense the threat of the magic bound in the steel.

'That's good,' Bareris said. 'Now look at me. I know you recognize me. You and I-'

Her body exploded into smaller, darker shapes. Astonished, he froze for an instant as the bats hurtled at him.

His fear screamed at him to cut at the flying creatures. He yanked off his cloak and flailed at them with it instead, fighting to fend them off while he sang.

Something jabbed his arm and then the top of his head. Bats were lighting on him and biting him despite his efforts to keep them away. He struggled to ignore the pain and horror of it lest they disrupt the precise articulation the spell required.