The hooded thing moved methodically, and Conan soon realized there was little chance of the creature noticing him: It never looked back.
For his part, Conan was impressed with whoever-or whatever-had constructed the vast array of tunnels and rooms that seemed to stretch endlessly around him. It must have taken hundreds of years: either that, or some very powerful magic. Conan did not wish to think too much about the latter possibility.
Following the winding path of the torchlighter. Conan could tell they were in fact ascending. The particular tunnel in which they now walked had a definite upward slant to the stone floor. Good. He only hoped he could find Kinna and Eldia along with the half-siblings before it was too late.
A brighter light loomed ahead, and Conan dropped back somewhat from his pursuit of the hooded one. He preferred not to lose his guide, but neither was he ready to be seen, not just yet.
Another large chamber had been hewn from the granite, and this one was well-lighted with torches on the walls and fat black tapers set in man-high bronze candelabra about the chamber.
The torchlighter stood near the center of this room. With it there stood two others like it, save that instead of unlit f.a.ggots, they carried long-bladed pikes. The three appeared to be conversing, but even Conan"s keen hearing could make out no voices.
Here was a problem: To follow his lead dog, he would have to pa.s.s the armed guards. At the very least, there would be some commotion in so doing, and his guide was certain to notice it.
Conan looked around the chamber, peering from behind the edge of the entrance to the room. To his left there stood a row of iron-barred doors along one wall; across from that wall a lighted tunnel exited.
Ahead, a large vitruvian-edged tapestry of darkly colored material showed some h.e.l.lish scene, with demons pursuing terrified naked men and women.
He hefted his blade, taking a tighter grip upon the leathercovered handle. He was a man of action, of deeds; so far in his a.s.sociation with the old wizard and the sisters there had been too much magic and too little honest fighting. Demons, wizards, and hooded things were not to his liking. He liked problems that could be solved with blade and sinew, not dark sorcery.
A flash of something pale caught the Cimmerian"s attention. A face? At one of the barred doors? Why, this must be some sort of dungeon, another thing he had no love for, to be sure. And while the enemy of his enemy might not be Conan"s friend, such a man might prove helpful.
Kinna! Conan recognized the girl at the same time she caught sight of his own visage. He motioned for silence, but too late to still an astonished gasp from the woman.
The three hooded things turned as one to behold the captured woman.
Then, again as one, they twisted to look at the object of her surprise.
Conan thought to duck back from sight, then decided against it. Enough of this cat-footed mincing! He sprang into the chamber, his sword gripped tightly.
The three facing him spread out instantly, as though controlled by a single mind. To either side the pikemen scurried, lowering their sword-tipped weapons to point at the intruder. Directly ahead, the torchlighter pulled two of the brands from his back pack and held them over an already-blazing torch. The new f.a.ggots flamed into life. For the first time Conan saw the thing"s hands and wrists clearly: The flesh glowed with color in the firelight; green it was, and scaled like the belly of a snake.
The Cimmerian shook his head. What manner of man had such creatures for servants? Sovartus was beneath contempt. The pikeman to Conan"s right edged a hair closer than his partner on the opposite side.
Conan took three quick steps forward and swung his sword with a force that would have cleaved an ordinary man in half. The hooded figure met his strike with its own blade. Sparks flew from the impact of steel upon steel, and the shock of the connection traveled up Conan"s hands and arms to his shoulders. His cut was blocked, and from the angle of the pike it would have taken a very strong man to do that. Whatever these things were, they were not weaklings-!
"Conan! Behind you!"
The Cimmerian recovered from his surprise just in time. He leaped to one side as a second pike whistled through the air where he had just been. He spun and brought his sword downward, as a man would swing an ax to split firewood.
His blade hit the outstretched pike, and despite the unnatural strength of the lizard-man, knocked the weapon from its owner"s grasp. An angry hiss came from under the hood as the thing sprang backward to avoid Conan"s follow-up slash.
The lizard-man with the flaming torches also edged back a step, out of the Cimmerian"s reach.
Conan smiled. Well. They had taken his measure and decided to accord him a modic.u.m of respect.
The first lizard-man drew back his pike, as if to stab Conan through the back. The Cimmerian caught the motion from the corner of one eye and realized his position allowed only one safe move. He bent his knees and leaped-straight up.
The pike pa.s.sed just under Conan"s feet, and as the beastman fell helplessly forward, the Cimmerian came down upon his attacker"s shoulders. Before the lizard-thing could rise, Conan chopped at his neck with the sword. It was like striking a tree. The thing squalled, and green liquid sprayed from the wound to ooze onto the bare stone floor.
There was no time for Conan to tarry and admire his handiwork. He jumped away from the downed lizard toward the second one, who was still trying to recover its weapon. It must have realized that to continue to reach for the pike was worth death, for the thing jumped at Conan instead, catching the man"s wrists in its scaled hands.
Conan felt the roughness of that powerful grip as he tried to bring the sword into play. He could not swing the weapon: his hand was trapped too tightly. The Cimmerian released the sword, and it fell, slicing a line across the bare green arm that now protruded from the black robe.
The lizard-thing hissed, exhaling a charnel stench into Conan"s face.
Sensing movement behind him, he twisted, flexing his brawny legs and back, turning the lizard-man around. Just in time, for the torchlighter smashed both his lit brands onto its comrade"s back instead of Conan"s.
The Cimmerian brought his knee up then, and slammed it into the thing"s groin. Only smoothness met the hard muscle of his leg when it connected with the juncture of the lizard-thing"s crotch. He"d not stop it that way.
Conan danced with the lizard, trying to avoid the swinging torches being flailed at him by the other creature. This could not go on much longer, he knew. This abomination was at least as strong as he was, and it had help.
Enough! The Cimmerian"s rage boiled up, and he screamed his anger into the face of the lizard. Reaching deep inside for new strength, he hurled the thing away from him into one of the ma.s.sive bronze candelabra. The post cracked, and the metal taper holder toppled, landing on the lizard-thing; its robe took fire quickly, and in an instant the monster became a living torch. It leaped up and ran, smashed into the wall opposite the cells, and fell, a fiery corpse.
The torchlighter dropped its weapons then, and turned to flee. It ran for the exit Conan had noticed earlier. Without thinking, the Cimmerian leaped for one of the fallen pikes. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the weapon up and hurled it, all of a single move. The sword tip struck the running lizard high between the shoulder blades. For a moment the thing stood transfixed, then fell forward. The pike was embedded so deeply, it remained standing upright from the impaled form like a leafless tree.
Conan retrieved his sword and went to the door of Kinna"s cell. A simple bolt fastened the enclosure"s entrance shut, high enough to be out of reach of an inmate. Conan threw the bolt back, and Kinna rushed out and into his arms.
"Oh, Conan, I thought never to see you again!"
He patted the girl with his free hand.
"He has Eldia and the others, Conan, in some kind of tower, I think.
What of Vitarius?"
Conan said, "He remains on the plain. I felt some of his handiwork earlier, when the mountain shook."
"We must get to Sovartus before he unleashes his awful creation," Kinna said. "But I am not sure I can recall the way."
Conan pointed with his blade. "That way. The lizard-thing ran there before I stopped him. If he thought help lay in that direction, there we must go. Unless you would rather remain here while I continue?"
In answer, Kinna untangled herself from Conan"s embrace and fetched the remaining pike. Her eyes flashed. "I shall accompany you. I"ll accompany you, or I"ll go alone!"
Conan uttered a short laugh. "I cannot fault your spirit, Kinna. Very well. Let us go and find this wizard and send him to join his ancestors!"
Djuvula"s escort had moved silently and steadily, never hesitating, until they came to the lockroom chamber. There, the enthralled being stopped suddenly. The witch, startled, peered around the form of her reptilian guide to see what had given it pause.
Three of the hooded lizards lay dead in the chamber, one barely recognizable from being burned-it still smoldered against one wall.
Djuvula nodded to herself. This must be the work of the barbarian. From the looks of the congealing green blood on the floor, he could not be far ahead either.
Smiling, Djuvula prodded her escort with one sharp-nailed finger. The creature moved on, and the witch followed.
The panther would have stopped to eat had the flesh of the fresh-killed not-men been edible. The finely honed senses of the cat allowed it to know better, however. That meat was poison to any natural creature, and even to one wrapped in were it would not serve as sustenance. But no matter; the scent of the witch permeated the air; she was only a few paces ahead, down that corridor.
He could eat later, if not her flesh, then that of the barbarian-if Lemparius still had to wear the form of a panther.
The cat padded across the stone quietly and entered the corridor behind his prey.
From the highest tower of Castle Slott, Sovartus could see the beginning of life for the Thing of Power. The essences of the children were now wrapped within the spell he controlled; the plain itself seemed to live as great winds howled across the roiling ground, joined by rainstorms and bolts that arced from the earth to the skies and back. A crack split the ground asunder, and flames belched from the bowels of the earth to join the other Elements.
The four children seemed to be asleep, unseeing and unhearing of the energies erupting over the plain outside, but Sovartus felt those magical forces tugging at his own essence. Only his skill kept him from being torn apart by the elemental madness out there.
The hooded ones standing by his door cowered within their robes, but Sovartus only laughed to see this. Now, after all the years, after all the study and waiting, now, now, NOW!