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.Deliberately, she sprang into the air and came down hard, stamping with both feet.Splat, splat."Nobody get any closer to this," Pennae warned the Swords behind her, her voice like iron—even as she disobeyed herself, sidling sideways from the doorway as she stepped cautiously closer to it."That means you, too, Agannor, unless you want to die right here and now.""What is it?" Florin asked, as more drips fell from the ceiling to spatter the floor.Their lanterns were all trained on that floor, now—until Florin told Bey to swing around, and Jhessail with him, to watch their rear—and they could see the green, glistening wetness moving across the floor, creeping slowly but tirelessly toward the walls."Green slime is its name, bless all bards," Pennae told him, without taking her gaze from it for an instant."Its touch dooms you.It turns you into itself, and eats through.many things.Our lights and our footfalls are making it fall."She stepped back."We dare not enter yon room, unless we can build a fire out here large enough to scorch the ceiling, and push it in there, and keep on moving it carefully around, so as to get it all—andI don't want to be trying to breathe in here while a fire of that size is raging.See it moving? Every droplet that falls will spend almost a day—or more—oozing to the walls and up them, to rejoin the rest of the slime it fell from.""Charming," Martess commented."I don't like the look of this," Doust said.Just then Agannor pushed past him, gave Pennae a disdainful glare, and told the halls around him, "I don't heed warnings and I don't cringe and creep through life like an old farmwife a-quiver over ghosts.And I'm not going to start now!"His first stride into the room brought a small rain of falling slime.His second caused fist- and head-sized pieces to plummet, spraying the room."You fool!" Pennae snarled."Get out of there!"Agannor whirled and leaped back through the door."Grab him!" Pennae snapped, snatching a candle out of a belt pouch and thrusting it into her lantern."Hold him—he's got some of it on him!"The Swords tussled with a cursing Agannor.The moment her candle was properly alight, Pennae thrust it at the warrior's arm then low on his breeches, holding the flame to the glistening spots there until the leathers started to smoke.The reek was unbelievable—and very different from burning leather.It smelled of swamps and earthy decay and.eels.Martess and Jhessail gagged in unison.Slime was falling like slapping rain beyond the doorway now.In unspoken accord the Swords drew away from it, gathering at the east wall of the passage room, at the mouth of the slantwise passage."So one way ends," Semoor began."The grand 'way onward' bids fair to fry us with lightning bolts, and this route looks to be a deathtrap, too.The only road that seems relatively safe is the way we came in.Any opinions? Have we done enough brave foraying to satisfy the king? Or Lord Winter, anyhail?""Hah!" Bey's laugh was more of a bark than anything else."My bet is he's looking for us to scour out these halls completely, so hecan use them for a Stonelands stronghold.He'll be satisfied if we do that—or die trying!""And holy Tymora would want us to take chances," Doust put in, spreading his hands."By doctrine, yes," Martess said, "but have you prayed to her for a sign?"There sounded the tiniest of distant gratings from behind them, then a sharp crack that Florin knew all too well.And Doust received his sign.The crossbow bolt that hummed through the Swords caught him solidly in the shoulder, spinning him around like a child's whirl-top as he gasped in astonished pain.Agannor was the first to move, and Bey was but a half-step behind him."There! "the most impetuous of the Swords roared, charging down the slantwise passage.The door at its end was ajar, and someone was standing in it.Someone helmed, armored, and holding a fired crossbow.As the two men raced along, their swords flashing in their fists, that distant someone stepped aside—and someone else whose face was hidden behind a helm and whose body was battle-armored took a stance in the doorway, hefting a loaded crossbow.Agannor and Bey pelted on, bellowing war cries.The crossbow cracked.There was a solid, meaty thunk, Bey grunted, and Agannor was suddenly running alone.?- --"The Crowned One's getting anxious.Scrying them yet?"Laspeera gave Vangerdahast a withering look."You know very well we can't scry into the Halls.How long have you had Narbridle and Rortaebur working on unraveling that webwork of spells? And it's not as if I have nothing else to do but keep watch on His Majesty's pet adventurers for him! Lord Goldfeather's secret little meeting in Marsember should be starting very soon, and—"Vangerdahast winked, chuckled, and strode on."I have every confidence in you, Wizard of War Laspeera Naerinth.When you're furious with everyone, all the time, you'll have reached where I am now—and my long hunt for a successor will be done."Laspeera stared at the royal magician's dwindling, departing back, her face going pale and her mouth hanging open.Nothing came out, so after a time she closed it.?- -?Beyard Freemantle looked down at the bolt quivering in his gut.It had pierced his armor neatly, going into him about the length of his forefinger.So I'm dead, he thought, as he doubled up around it, feeling wet looseness rather than pain.That was fast.His legs seemed to be bending under him like storm-wet flowers.Then he found himself bouncing on very hard stone, his arms and legs loose and flopping and his sword clanging away somewhere.Then the pain hit.Bey struggled to find breath enough to scream.and struggled.He couldn't even writhe.He was lying on his side, probably looking very dead—and fervently wishing he was dead.Anything to take away this stabbing, burning agony.Tymora and Tempus, be with me now.gods, the pain!Irlgar Delbossan was red-faced and sweating, hay still trailing down over his head from the tines of his fork, but his smile held genuine pleasure."Very good, milord.I'll—"Then the horsemaster's face changed.Lord Hezom turned to follow his gaze.Behind him, the War Wizard Marsteel had stepped soundlessly into this inner room of the stables, face as unreadable as ever and clad in the same black robes he always wore."King's Lord," he said proudly, "I've news.""Yes?"Marsteel kept silent, shifting his gaze meaningfully to Delbossan.Hezom swallowed a sigh and asked, "Concerning?" "Matters of state, Lord.""Involving any or all of the Swords of Eveningstar, Lord Tessaril Winter, or Lady Narantha Crownsilver?" "Yes," the wizard said."Then speak freely," Lord Hezom said."Master Delbossan has every right to know whatever you desire to share with me.The Wizards of War have entirely too many vital secrets of the realm to keep, to fell carelessly into the habit of trying to make everything a secret.Have you by means of magic heard from Tessaril? Has she detained Narantha, to keep her from getting killed in the Halls alongside the Swords?"Marsteel flushed."I—yes, Lord Hezom, that is the heart of my news.We have and she has.""Good to hear," Delbossan blurted."I was fair worried over that.The lass—ah, from what young Florin said, she was.far from ready to taste adventure.If ye know what I mean [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]