necromancer had ordered around against its will. In any case, I think we should follow its lead, at least for a little way.'
'Even if this is a trap,' Samas said.
'We dared to come here,' the warmage replied, 'because together, we should be able to overcome the worst our enemies can throw at us. Besides, if we haven't been as sneaky as we hoped, and Szass Tam does know we're wandering around in his cellar, we'll have to fight him on ground of his choosing eventually.'
'That makes a certain amount of sense,' Lauzoril said. He wore a dagger on his belt, and now he loosened it in its sheath.
Lallara and Nevron concurred with Lauzoril, and Samas grudgingly assented to the will of the majority. The intruders stalked in the direction the arrow pointed, past more dingy murals addressing the theme of a world devoid of people or beasts, with their guide's malevolent scrutiny wearing at them every step of the way. Whenever they came to an intersection, the entity contracted from a general miasma of loathing to a localized node of it to lead them in the right direction.
They found a pair of bodies, burned by some conflagration to clumps of half-melted armor, scraps of blackened bone, and ash. Then came a mural of an underwater scene without any fish in it. The haunt positioned itself in front of the painting as if to indicate they'd reached their destination.
'I can see runes on the picture,' said Aoth, 'but I'm not familiar with them.'
'Describe them,' Lallara said, and he did so. 'Hm. The 'hand with an eye in the palm' is only there to unleash some sort of unpleasantness. Point to the others as I call them out. The 'triangle inside another triangle.' '
Aoth indicated the proper spot, and she rapped it with the head of her staff. For a moment, the sign glowed red.
So did the others as she touched them in their turns, and when she'd tapped them all, a latch clicked. The door concealed within the mural cracked open.
'Let me,' said Aoth. He swung the panel a little wider and peered through. 'It looks like a vault full of treasure.' Spear leveled, he crept through the opening, and Jet lunged forward to place himself at his master's side. Everyone else followed.
At first, Bareris saw nothing more than Aoth had indicated: a big, dark room full of old and no doubt precious articles, intriguing under other circumstances but irrelevant to the task at hand. Then Aoth rounded a gigantic dragon skull with an axe buried in the top of it, pointed his spear, and spoke a word of command. A bolt of lightning crackled from the spear to strike at the threat he'd evidently spotted.
Bareris scrambled forward until he could see what his friend had seen, and then a shock of amazement, elation, and rage froze him in place.
It didn't look as though Aoth's lightning had hurt the lich, but one way or another, Bareris meant to do better. He shouted a thunderous shout. It rattled the sarcophagi and statuary and brought grit drifting down from the ceiling but didn't even appear to jolt the lich. Bareris drew breath to sing a killing song.
Szass Tam chuckled and shook his head. 'This is unexpected to say the least. I hoped the Watcher would fetch someone to rescue me, but I never dreamed it would be all of you. Well met.'
''Well met'?' Bareris repeated. ''Well met'?' His fingers clenched on the hilt of his sword, and he started toward the figure in the pyramid.
'Easy,' said Lauzoril at his back. 'We're in no danger, nor is there a need for precipitous action. I daresay our vengeance can be as protracted as we care to make it.'
Szass Tam nodded. 'I assumed the former zulkir of Enchantment would recognize Thakorsil's Seat. Perhaps if you expound on its properties, you'll set your companions' minds at ease. Then we can all enjoy a civil conversation.'
Lauzoril hesitated as if it felt wrong to follow the suggestion of a hated enemy. But then he said, 'The Seat is a prison originally designed to hold the archdevil Orlex, and the presence of the pyramid indicates that at least the first ward is active. Szass Tam can't leave the chair or do anything to hurt us.'
'Then… it's over?' Samas asked, incredulity in his voice. 'He's helpless, and we can reclaim our dominions?'
'Before you start planning the victory feast,' said the lich, 'you might want to ask yourselves how I came to be in this predicament. Listen, and I'll explain.'
25-28 Mirtul, The Year of the Dark Circle (1478 DR)
When Szass Tam felt the backs of his calves slam against the hard stone edge, he realized that Malark's kick had hurled him staggering into the same artifact in which he himself had once imprisoned Yaphyll. He made a frantic, floundering effort to arrest his momentum and landed in Thakorsil's Seat anyway.
Instantly the nine-sided pyramid sprang into existence around him. It was still hazy; it looked as if it had been sculpted from fog instead of gleaming glass. It would hold a captive nonetheless but not for long. Not unless someone commenced the proper ritual.
Szass Tam had never taught Malark the magic or anything else about the Seat. But he suspected his lieutenant had somehow obtained all the necessary information anyway.
Malark murmured a charm to wash the acid from his body, then drank an elixir that partially healed his burns and blisters. Then he recited an incantation to send the mummies shambling back to their sarcophagi.
Meanwhile the force holding Szass Tam in place and in check attenuated. If Malark didn't start the ritual soon, he'd be able to act. And perhaps the spymaster wouldn't. He needed a mage pledged to the gods of light, and no such prisoner was in evidence. If Malark imagined he had time to scurry to another part of the catacombs to retrieve one-
But no. He didn't. Malark plucked a glass bead from the pouch on his belt and dashed it to powder against the floor. A skinny, naked young woman, gagged and with her hands tied behind her, appeared in a flash of ruddy light. The bead had held her shrunken and in stasis until Malark required her.
He thumped her on the back with the heel of his hand, paralyzing her, then lowered her to the floor. Employing his clawed yellow glove, he carved a pair of identical runes in her forehead, and the bloody symbols burst into flame. He chanted the opening words of the first of the rituals of twin burnings, and Szass Tam felt coercion clamp down hard. It would remain impossible for him to rise or cast a spell at the man before him.
He could still talk, so he shouted at Malark. Insults. Threats. Obscenities. Nonsense. Anything to shake his concentration. For if Malark made even the slightest error in either his incantations or his cutting, the rite would fail.
But that didn't work out, either. Szass Tam had trained his student too well, and when the former monk of the Long Death carved the last double sigil on the sacrificial victim's charred, torn corpse, and a rune briefly flared into visibility on one face of the pyramid, the lich knew the Seat could conceivably hold him forever.
'Perhaps I deserve this,' he said, 'for long ago, I resolved never to trust anyone, and I broke the vow with you. Still, I'd like to know
'A moment,' Malark croaked. The dozens of lengthy incantations had dried out his throat, and since he no longer required precise intonation, he was letting the rawness show in his voice. He unstoppered a leather waterskin and took several swallows. 'There, that's better. Master, you do deserve an explanation. And I promise you, it's not that I've forsaken the dream we share.'
'Then why?' Szass Tam asked.
'Well, for one thing…' Malark hesitated. 'Your Omnipotence, ever since I joined your cause, you've been a generous friend and mentor to me. I've learned to admire your wisdom, courage, and vision. But you also embody the unnatural vileness of undeath. You're the last creature who should undertake the task of recreating the world.'
'I intend,' Szass Tam answered, 'to make a universe unafflicted with suffering or death.'
'I believe you.' Malark closed his eyes for a moment, and some of the remaining burns on his body faded. He was using a technique he'd learned as a monk to speed the healing process. 'But it wouldn't work out like that. It couldn't. The new world would reflect your fundamental nature and come out worse than this one. That's one of the reasons I'm going to perform the Unmaking in your place.'
'That's absurd.'
